About 45 minutes ago I had my last fast food cheeseburger dinner that I’ll be having for a long, long time.
Hmm, how to explain? Maybe I should back up to a week ago.
Actually… scratch that. Let me back up to two weeks ago, when my coworker (we’ll call her Mego) got an email newsletter from the Orlando Magic about auditions for a new fitness challenge. You can read more about it here:
I don’t know WHAT wild hair got up my ass that day, but I decided to go for it! Amazingly, my bosses were 100% gung-ho and supportive of my auditioning for this “Big Brother-Meets-The-NBA-Sweatin’-To-The-Oldies-Fat Camp” gig. So last Wednesday off I went to the RDV Sportsplex, a huge sporting complex north of Orlando where the auditions were being held.
When I got there, I was waiting in line, and Nick Anderson was standing in the lobby, greeting everyone signing up for the challenge. This in itself was really exciting – Nick was enthusastic about welcoming everyone, discussing eating habits and workout tips, shaking everyone’s hand. It was nice! What was odd was standing in line, and noticing that everyone was, well, fat. We were all there because we were obese and needed to lose weight! What an odd thing to stand in line for, right? What do we all have in common besides a possible affinity for chocolate cake?
I’d never been in the company of so many big people. A lot of times I feel like the biggest girl in the room, and for once I wasnt… ALTHOUGH there was this one chick that got in line saying she wanted to join the challenge to “tone up”. Did I mention her waist was the size of my wrist? The was a collective wall of horrified big people stare as she exited the line.
In truth, all of the people in the line were super nice and joked and chatted with each other while waiting to weigh in and perform the biometric screening. Then it was my turn. I was standing on the scale barefoot and sniffed a rather offensive odor. I don’t know which was worse: looking down to realize that I badly needed a pedicure or looking down to realize that it was MY feet making that smell! When the screening was over, I hurriedly put my footwear back on and sat far away from the rest of the crowd. In my embarrassment, I’d decided that social hour was over for me. I thought I’d be fine, but one of the reps sweetly asked why I was sitting so far away from everyone else, so I had to explain to a room of laughing contestants that my feet were stinky!
*Sigh* … making friends and bringing humor wherever I go…
Anyhoo, the interview process was great. THe interview was with a panel of 3 people, all asking questions about my weight loss goals, my favorite Magic experiences, my comfort on camera, etc. I just tried to be my adorable yet slightly smart ass self. It seemed to work because I made it to the finalist panel! Now instead of working hard to impress 3 people, I know had a room of 8 people, plus a camera and lighting equipment. All while wearing a mic. Yet and still I felt pretty confident that I was presenting my best self until the last question: “What would you like us to know about you before we make our decision?” My answer: “I want you to pick me! I’d be awesome and enthusiastic and I’m 200% in for this! Pick me!”
Who says that????
Probably the same narcissistic person that somehow turns a “how are you today” question from the interview panel into a response about what a fricking rockstar I am and how my name was misspelled on paper and should really read “awesome”.I literally couldn’t stop myself. It was like watching a train wreck while inside the conductor’s car. I felt like those sad people on American Idol that have lots of personality and energy but zero talent. They come in strong, but you’re always like, what the hell????
I didn’t stop my personal circus there. Ask yourself, who says this when getting the call that you’re one of the three that they picked:
As you can guess, I made it!! Woohoo! Or should I say… SHUT YOUR FACE!!!
With the realization that I was now part of this challenge came the realization that my life was gonna change… like asap.
– I will have a personal trainer for 8 weeks, who will probably make it his/ her regular mission to make me cry and hurt. For which I will be extremely grateful.
– I will have to focus more on making better eating choices, including cutting out a lot of carbs.
– I will wear a sports bra for more than just lounging around the house.
The BBE (Best Boyfriend Ever) has been incredibly supportive… he’s gone above and beyond sweet words of affirmation and support. How many boyfriends will actually go sports bra shopping with you in preparation for your new athletic lifestyle?
Everyone’s been super supportive! My boss is working with my schedule and my entire team was there cheering when I got the phone call that I made it. So loud in fact, that I oculd barely hear the guy on the phone, lol. My coworkers have all kindly invited themselves into my suite at a game should I win. In order to ensure their spots in my suite they’ve all become personally involved in my success.
- If someone sees me eating a fun-size peanut butter cup, I get the death glare that completely saps my enjoyment of said peanut butter cup.
- If I mention that I went to chipotle for lunch I get the stink eye for making bad choices.
- People ask me how much water I’ve drank each day.
- One of them stood over me while I dumped everything out of my junk food drawer.
- I get regular suggestions on what to eat, how often to exercise, and to make sure I drink my water ice-cold since that automatically helps you burn calories.
I promise to keep updating with the awesome (and absurd) path or the next 8 weeks. Tomorrow is a new day for Sunburnt Peach 🙂