Yesterday marked the end of the 12-week Biggest Loser competition I joined at my gym. Had I know in advance how hard I would work or how healthy I would be eating, I'm not sure I would have dared sign up, but ignorance is bliss I guess and I signed my life, lungs and abs away in an effort to find the healthier me. Now, 12 weeks later, I am proud of what I have accomplishedMy poor trainer, Brandee, may never recover from the awful things I have been saying about her at home. My girls think she is an agent of torture, and since we see her at church each week, Brandee has to see the looks of terror my girls give her on a regular basis. Anyway, I don't know the results of the competition, but I'm pretty sure I did not win. There were some seriously focused individuals who deserve to win much more than I, but I think I placed in the top five.
Here's a few of my stats:
I lost a total of 25.5 pounds.
I lost almost 4.5 inches off my waist
I lost an inch or more off each arm and each calf
I lost a total of 25.5 inches (measuring everything, I think, except my earlobes)
I got VERY strong. There were even a few times when Brandee and I had to adjust the weight machines heavier AFTER a guy got off.
Anyway, I still have a ways to go, but I thought I'd share...