I began this with a contract. I signed it with my mom, that in one month's time I'd lose 12 pounds. Quite a bit of weight, but for an obese person, fairly easy to drop. The deal was to be paid 2 dollars per pound, and to lose it in a healthy manner. If I didn't meet these conditions, I would owe her 75 dollars.
It's 2 weeks in, and I gained 2 pounds. It's not looking like I'll fulfill this contract. In one of the usual attempts to make myself feel better about this, last night I went for a walk with some sprints thrown in. I ran up a short incline near our house, and was completely winded, with the hoarse breaths and coughs that signal overexertion. It was a wakeup call, of how far I'd let myself go. I always said if I made it to 300 pounds someone could shoot me... here I am, but I don't want to be shot. It's just rock bottom and its time to change.
I went for a second walk-sprint tonight. The goal now is to end the contract with enough weight loss to lessen the financial cost of my not taking the contract seriously.
Current Weight: 300 pounds (evening, normal clothes, no shoes)
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