Saturday we begin a twelve-week weight loss competition. I’m
not what you’d call a sedentary person. I can’t sit still through a
thirty-minute television show. I don’t eat fast food. I don’t drink alcohol, coffee,
or soda. I’m not into doughnuts, ice cream, candy bars or potato chips. But
somehow, without a deliberate effort to fight it, my middle is slowly and
steadily growing. You don’t tackle something like this without a plan, and the
competition is part of my plan. I’m gambling $50 that I’ll lose a larger
percentage of my excess baggage than the competition. The money’s incentive, but
a bigger drive is the weekly weigh-ins where I’ll share my success or failure
with everyone else. Another part of my plan is water; I mean to drink at least
eight glasses every day. I’m counting on water to keep me feeling full as I
diet, to hydrate me as I exercise, to help me stay regular, and to improve my
overall feeling of well-being.
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