Wanna ask me how P90X is going?
Don't bother. I haven't started yet. It's intimidating, I'm a chicken, and being lazy is so much more fun. But at least I'm honest. I'll be starting it Monday. No excuses this time.
It's hard to come up with motivation to better my body. I don't know why and I think it's stupid, but it is. Oddly enough, I have a competitive streak that drives me to beat others. I was always the little kid who would yell "race ya!" and then take off down the sidewalk. I think it stemmed from feeling inferior most of the time. Competition allowed me to earn my place at the top. To have a victory that others could recognize and appreciate. I never felt entitled to good things. Because, well, I never felt good enough. This experiment/blog is about overcoming the negativity against myself and to stand tall by myself and for myself. But i still need others to do this. Thank God for them. I've got motivation now!
Today equals 98 days until good old Greedy Pig Fest... I mean Thanksgiving. Typically I try to lose 2 or 3 pounds previous to balance out the extra weight a pumpkin pie diet brings. This year I'm taking part in a weight loss challenge with a few fabulous women. We're all different shapes and sizes so we're basing the challenge off of percentage of weight loss. Whoever loses the highest percentage of weight loss in a healthy manner by Thanksgiving wins. 98 days of hardcore working out and watching my diet. The winner will be mailed prizes from the losers. Just something little from each of the other participants. Of course, the losers might be winners themselves. I don't mind losing if I still pull off a significant weight loss.