Today marks the start of a biggest loser competition at work. For the next 13 weeks it will be all celery and workouts. The true reward will not be the weekly prizes. It will not be the large some of money at the grand finale. It will be the joy of seeing my toes from a standing position. It will be the sound of those whispering just loud enough to hear, "man he looks good". It will be those nay Sayer's realizing that a motivated man and his running shoes are two unstoppable forces. But I do this not for myself.
I do this for those out there, like me, whom have given up. Those that believe the end has come and gone. That the carb war was loss from a stand point of numbers. After all, there are more of them than us.