WWell, WWell, WWell, it's that time of year again: time for the annual Amanda Carona Challenge. Who, you may ask, is Amanda Carona? WWell folks, she's the woman who, on the night of my senior prom, almost two decades ago--after a trip to the Steak & Ale, a boatload of Purple Passion and some awfully awkward slow dancing with a boy I thought I could love--showed me the ultimate high school kindness: she held my hair back.
And now, Amanda has seventeen pounds to lose, and I've got a stack of baby weight to shed, and Holly wants to rid herself of the last 42 pounds, and Erryn's ready and willing, and I'm sure there's a whole nother slew of you out there who dipped a little too far into the cookie jar, so this is your chance to make it known.
In twenty minutes, I'm making the long slow walk down Court Street and hopping on the Weight Watchers scale. A point will no longer be something scored in a football game or a specific idea I'm trying to edge into a conversation; instead, a point will become a complex calculation of calories, fat and fiber, a number given to every imaginable food by the powers that be over at Weight Watchers.
Every Monday, I'll post my progress here (& on Amanda's blog), and every Monday, I hope you will too. I'm starting at X, and I'm hoping in fifteen or so Mondays to be at X-15. Use a pseudonym if you wish (i.e. BabyWeight44), but please people, let's do this together. I don't care if you have two pounds to lose (you'll still have to maintain!) or two hundred; we'll have a Monday accountability group. It's not about WW; it's about posting our progress. All this time in cyberspace: it's time we started getting a little something back from our virtual world.
So who's in?