Biggest Loser Journey

A few weeks ago I did something I swore I would never do:  I joined a "The Biggest Loser" program at work.  The way they do it is that everyone pays an entry free and weighs in, then, once a week, weigh in again.  If you've gained a pound, you pay a dollar.  If you haven't, then you do nothing.  I started two weeks later than everyone else, but, oh well.
I weighed in at 226.60lbs.  The smallest I've been in about 15 years, but still not where I would like to be at this time this year.  I've gotten lazy and had a knee injury that I had to work through.  Killing myself on the treadmill and elliptical and trying my hardest to cut out sweets better give me some results, or I'm going to go nuts.
 
The thing is, I always thought that we, as ladies struggling with weight loss, shouldn't compete with but support each other.  Mistakenly, I thought that calling it a competition would make everyone snippy and judgmental about what each other weighed and self-conscious about what they ate in front of each other.  Instead, it's been almost the exact opposite.  When someone drops a pound, everyone is happy for them.  When someone doesn't or gains, everyone sympathizes.  There's really a lot of support going on there that I never imagined there could exist in that kind of situation.

It's been about 3 weeks and tonight was my third weigh-in.  I gained weight my first weigh in (8lbs . . .8-freaking-pounds) but I've lost half of that since then.  Yippy!  I can't wait to lose more, and I'm slowly becoming more comfortable with people knowing exactly what my weight is.  Before I couldn't stand for someone to even be in the room when I weighed myself or measured how many inches I'd lost.  Now sharing the details is just another way of keeping the support going and that is definitely something I need at all times.