Last Thursday was the last official weigh in for my office's Biggest Loser challenge.
I kicked ass, lost 17 pounds in 8 weeks and didn't win. I'm still one super happy camper.
The gal that did win worked just as hard, if not harder and totally deserves the win. I did get an honorable mention and a 50 gift card to the mall, but the biggest reward is my droopy pants.
I have to wear a belt with my of my pants and my gut isn't nearly as poochy nor jiggly as it used to be.
The depressing part is that I still have three asses — although smaller asses.
So while our office challenge is over, I'm still working just as hard to shed those pounds. It's been satisfying to see the scale move down and down each week (except for the one week where I gained a pound — but I'm just pretending I had too much iron in my system that week).
As I mentioned over here, I'm hoping all this work means that I'll finally be ready for swim-suit season this year.