Well, Bob and I finished our ALPO Accountability Challenge today. Bob needed to drop from 257 down to 245 in just over 5 weeks. Originally, I had to drop from 218.5 down to 205, but then our “friends” from Whiskey Tango Foxtrot sent us a little care package. In response to that, I went and shot my mouth off and said I would be below 200 pounds. That was really stupid of me. Anyway, for better or worse, here is the video of the weigh-in. Be warned, though. I make an appearance in my underwear. Here you go:
If you’re a true Virtusite, then I’m sure you already know about the little ALPO Challenge that Bob and I have thrown down for ourselves. And if you’re not familiar with it, then shame on you. Go read that post and get caught up.
I can’t say it’s been easy for me so far. Post-ride meals and beverages are always tempting. Pre-ride “carb-loading” (aka-stuffing my face thinking I’ll burn it all off in training) has been a challenge as well. Eating out several times last week with Casey and his family in town was a bit of a struggle, too. My grandma’s 90th birthday party was ridiculous:
With all that said, I’ve done a pretty good job thus far. As of this morning, which is just 12 days after we came up with this terrible idea, I am down 7 pounds from 218.5. So at 211.5, I have 6.5 more pounds to go to get to 205 before March 24th. I know what you’re thinking. No problem. That’s easy. Right?
Well, the first few pounds are always the easiest. The closer you get to your goal, however, the more difficult the weight loss becomes. You’re hungry, you’re a little tired, your metabolism is down-regulating in response to the caloric deficit, your will power is weakening, etc., etc.
What makes this challenge so much easier, though, is knowing that all of our friends are rooting for us. For example, a few minutes ago I went to get the mail. I found a small package in my mailbox. I didn’t remember ordering anything, and my wife rarely orders anything. Weird…
Then I noticed it was addressed to Lukas Lamb & Bob Jenkins. Even weirder… Now, Bob and I are very close, but despite the rumors, we have NOT moved in together… Yet. I looked at the return address, and I realized that the mystery package was from our good friends from Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.
Cool! I thought it must be a WTF t-shirt that I was promised after Brian gave their only extra one to Bob at last year’s adventure racing camp. But then I realized it wouldn’t have been addressed to me AND Bob if it was my t-shirt. Plus I shook the package, and something was rattling around in it. So, I ran into the house with the anticipation of a kid on Christmas morning. I tore the package open to find this:
After I was done laughing my chubby butt off, I ate every piece of candy just to spite them. Okay, that’s not true. I appreciate the kind gesture, but I have not, and will not, consume any of these goodies. Although, the Nick Jonas Chocolate Chip granola bar is especially tempting. I mean, you can never get enough of the most talented Jonas Brother, can you?
And this was just 1 day after we plugged the WTFAR facebook page:
Yeah, they were at 75 “Likes” before the power of all of you Virtusites helped push them towards 100. And as a thank you, we get a slap in the face with a package full of junk food? Wow. We have now become frenemies. This means war, WTFAR! Watch your backs, ladies. You’d better come to the CAC prepared. We just might have a “special” course especially for you guys.
I know there are other doubters out there, and that’s to be expected. In fact, I know some of you are hoping we end up eating the dog food. I don’t blame you. I would absolutely be doubting us if I were you. In fact, I do have doubts about this whole thing. And that’s okay, because I also have commitment. Here’s a good quote I’d like to leave you with:
“The relationship between commitment and doubt is by no means an antagonistic one. Commitment is healthiest when it is not without doubt but in spite of doubt.” – Rollo May
So stay tuned to find out how this all shakes out. It should be interesting. And to up the ante, I’ll eat a can of dog food if I don’t get below 200 pounds before LBL. How’s that for commitment? Or is it just stupidity? You decide.