I bet you thought I was going to say, "You do not talk about Fight Club"
But I think you're thinking about that OTHER Fight Club. Not the church Fight Club I am in.
I can practically see your furrowed brow right now. Kristin is in a Fight Club? With church ladies? I should clarify. It is really just a group of church ladies who have gotten together to make healthy choices. But "Healthy Choice Club" doesn't have the same ring to it. It doesn't get the adrenaline pumping and inspire you to get on the treadmill at 10PM just to get credit.
Basically, a group of us have been competing with each other for health points. You get points for drinking 8 glasses of water. You get points for eating fiber (Oh the vast quantities of fiber I have consumed), eating 4 servings of vegetables, watching portion control, skipping dessert, and not eating after 8PM among other things. Worst of all, I drank only water, skim milk, or plain decaf tea through the 8 week challenge. Not a single drop of Diet Dr. Pepper passed these lips.
Why did I agree to the program? I wanted to win! Also, I wanted to see just what I was capable of before leaving on our adoption trip. Getting healthier is great for so many reasons. And I wanted to win. Did I mention the winning thing?
I assume anyone who has challenged me to Boggle or any other game is rolling their eyes right now.
So there you have it. Two months of total commitment.
And, I won. And, I lost.
I won the title of Ultimate Fight Club Champion. I lost 17 pounds.
|Yes. There was a trophy involved. Yes, holding it may have made me a lot happier than I would like to admit.|
The best thing about Fight Club - besides winning of course? I got to be surrounded by a great group of ladies who were encouraging. We cheered each others' successes. We commiserated on the struggles.
I just don't understand women who undercut other women's success. I am a girl who needs girlfriends. I don't buy into the belief that there is a limited amount of success available for women and we need to fight each other for it.
I owe a big thank you to the ladies who encouraged me and pushed me. And a big thank you to my sweet husband who cajoled me into doing more than I wanted with friendly taunting that he knew would make me work hard. And a big thank you to my kids who told me to run faster on the treadmill (which was very annoying at the time).