3rd Ultimate Loser competition comes to a close

Week 8 is finally over and it was hard. In fact, if I look in the thesaurus under the word “hard” I’ll find this week. I’ve been tired, depressed, weepy and I even left work early Thursday because I was feeling unwell. And was it worth it… hell yeah!

I lost 9 pounds this week! 9 freakin’ pounds. I don’t even know how that is possible. My only explanation is that the last 3 weeks my weight loss has been so lackluster that the universe owed me and paid interest. I’m so grateful that I was able to get under my final weight from the second competition because I was beginning to doubt that would happen.

My overall goal for this incarnation of the ultimate loser, besides the obvious weight loss goal, was to finish with some tools to help me navigate the stress and emotions of having MS.

For the last 35 years when I’ve felt sad and stressed out by life I’ve turned to food to get me though. I remember in first grade my mom sending me to school with a twinkie and it helped me to face the loneliness of that school year. When my family moved to Oregon, just before my sophomore year of high school, I became so depressed that thoughts of suicide were never far from me and eating and sleeping were my only escapes from the emotional nightmare. I gained a lot weight on my already husky frame that year. Steadily over the years I’ve continued to gain pounds until I got to my highest recorded weight in 2007 when I was told that I would have full blown diabetes in 6 months. I weighed 317 pounds. Since then I’ve been able to lose over 80 pounds and I do not have diabetes. I’ll be revisiting my PA next month to see if I’ve left behind my pre-diabetes status so keep those fingers crossed!

This 3rd competition was the hardest I’ve participated in and I lost the least amount of weight. Part of that is my inclination to revisit my old eating habits when I feel sad. I’ve been in mourning over my previous life and so I’ve had days, and even weekends, where I did not care what I put into my mouth. I only cared that I had something that made me feel better. But increasingly I’ve found other things that have helped. My weekend walks and hikes have been great and after a bad day those walks have helped turn things around putting me on a better, more constructive path. I’ve also learned that the small moment of happiness a chocolate bar or bag of doritos brings isn’t worth the feelings of failure I experience after. I want to succeed at this. It’s important to me to be healthy and to look good (not skinny-gross but healthy). I want to do this so that I can have a great life. And I sincerely plan to have a great life!

So with no further ado here are my final weight in results:

Starting Weight: 260
Week 1:  260.8
Week 2:  253.8
Week 3:  252.2
Week 4:  248
Week 5:  246
Week 6: 244.2
Week 7: 244
Week 8: 235–yup, 9 pounds!!!

Total pounds lost in 8 weeks:  25 (I almost made my 10% goal)



  1. Sarah Said:

    Awesome. Awesome. Awesome! 9 pounds, that is unreal! Awesome!

    Did your team win?

  2. We’ll find out about the team results tomorrow morning but my fingers are crossed 🙂

  3. mok Said:

    I’m so happy Karma comes around occasionally! Great job! (Incidentally, sorry about the Twinkie thing.) Can’t wait to see you next week.

  4. Aunt Amy Said:

    Doing the happy dance for you!

  5. I love it! Its so fun to look at pictures to see just how far you have come. I’m also doing the happy dance for you!

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