Power of Pink
I love feeling inspired to do healthy, active things. Doesn't happen too often, though I'm proud to say I have become far better at making healthy decisions as a result of things like Medifast and Dr. Oz and Weight Watchers and all those types of things. Chicken strips still look really, really good most of the time, however.
Adding on to that list is my new obsession (now over until the next season), "The Biggest Loser". Every Tuesday night, Kait and I devotedly tune in to NBC to watch trainers Jillian and Bob whip their teams into shape, and for the last 12 or so weeks, we have been inspired and motivated to, well... just do better, in general.
As of last night, on the season finale, Ali Vincent became the first female Biggest Loser. (That is a video -- watch it!) And dudes, she deserved it in a way I can't even express. There was something about the way, in the first episode of the show weeks and weeks and weeks ago, she said "I am going to be the next Biggest Loser" that just makes you believe her. Her certainty about this (despite the likelihood of a girl finally winning the competition being slight) was extremely powerful. She knew it. She knew it, in her soul, that she had what it takes to make it to the end. And she whooped those guys' asses!
I love Ali. In honor of her (and her single status, in the end, as the Pink Team), I bought running shorts and top in deep pink -- gotta represent! =)
Watching Ali drop from 234 lbs. to 122 lbs. in the 16 weeks of the show (21 weeks, or so, altogether) makes me want to run. It makes me want to climb a mountain, or do an obstacle course, or go sky-diving, or kick the crap out of a punching bag! Of course, all of this would be easier had I a personal fitness trainer like Jillian (whom, I'm not gonna lie, Kait and I have developed a little bit of a girl crush on)!
C'mon. She's hot! And brutal! Bob is hot too, but he wouldn't scare me into losing weight. Not like Jill. Whoo. She rocks. And she just gets it. I dunno.
Oh, maybe a little update for you all on my own weight losing. Since January 1st of this year, I've lost 23 lbs. (that would equal about 40 lbs. since graduating from high school). This means, for the first time since 8th grade, I have entered the realm of the 150s... a place I'd long forgotten about. My goal weight doesn't seem so impossible now.
Pretty inspiring, all on its own. Just seeing that, that hurdle that has been so impossible to overcome all these years... well... it's a new life. I'm a new person. And I'm excited about the changes that the next 5, 10, 15 lbs. lost will bring. Lots of discovery happening, and I'm LOVING IT!
Though I'm not gonna lie... Kinda sad I'm not severely overweight anymore so I can go on "The Biggest Loser" and work out with Jillian. That would be sweet. Except, in hindsight, not.
Adding on to that list is my new obsession (now over until the next season), "The Biggest Loser". Every Tuesday night, Kait and I devotedly tune in to NBC to watch trainers Jillian and Bob whip their teams into shape, and for the last 12 or so weeks, we have been inspired and motivated to, well... just do better, in general.
As of last night, on the season finale, Ali Vincent became the first female Biggest Loser. (That is a video -- watch it!) And dudes, she deserved it in a way I can't even express. There was something about the way, in the first episode of the show weeks and weeks and weeks ago, she said "I am going to be the next Biggest Loser" that just makes you believe her. Her certainty about this (despite the likelihood of a girl finally winning the competition being slight) was extremely powerful. She knew it. She knew it, in her soul, that she had what it takes to make it to the end. And she whooped those guys' asses!
I love Ali. In honor of her (and her single status, in the end, as the Pink Team), I bought running shorts and top in deep pink -- gotta represent! =)
Watching Ali drop from 234 lbs. to 122 lbs. in the 16 weeks of the show (21 weeks, or so, altogether) makes me want to run. It makes me want to climb a mountain, or do an obstacle course, or go sky-diving, or kick the crap out of a punching bag! Of course, all of this would be easier had I a personal fitness trainer like Jillian (whom, I'm not gonna lie, Kait and I have developed a little bit of a girl crush on)!
C'mon. She's hot! And brutal! Bob is hot too, but he wouldn't scare me into losing weight. Not like Jill. Whoo. She rocks. And she just gets it. I dunno.
Oh, maybe a little update for you all on my own weight losing. Since January 1st of this year, I've lost 23 lbs. (that would equal about 40 lbs. since graduating from high school). This means, for the first time since 8th grade, I have entered the realm of the 150s... a place I'd long forgotten about. My goal weight doesn't seem so impossible now.
Pretty inspiring, all on its own. Just seeing that, that hurdle that has been so impossible to overcome all these years... well... it's a new life. I'm a new person. And I'm excited about the changes that the next 5, 10, 15 lbs. lost will bring. Lots of discovery happening, and I'm LOVING IT!
Though I'm not gonna lie... Kinda sad I'm not severely overweight anymore so I can go on "The Biggest Loser" and work out with Jillian. That would be sweet. Except, in hindsight, not.