Bringing out the Big Guns

The book I mentioned I was reading to help prepare me for life when I'm not playing the Game is called "The Beck Diet Solution: How to Train Your Brain to Think Like a Thin Person." In it, one of the suggestions they make is to find a diet coach- someone who can help you when you're stuck and for you to be accountable to.

When I'm on the game, I don't need that. I can do the Game part of it all on my own and with all of the support that I get from the women I play with. But when I'm not on the Game, I stray. And so, in a huge effort to not do that, and to be really serious with this weight loss effort of mine, I've decided that yeah, in some capacity I need a "diet coach."

What I really need is someone who I'm checking in with- someone who is helping keep me in line and calling me out on my shit. And who better to do that then my big sis Kara. Today on my way to an appointment, I called Kara and asked if she'd be willing to play that part for me.

She of course said yes. And I knew that there was no turning back. As much as I don't want to tell Kara I had a brownie for breakfast (only one, does that count for anything), I already know that I am being more mindful of what I'm putting in my mouth because I know I'll be reporting on it to her.

This is a really big step for me and I'm happy that I'm taking it. Cause as great as it is to win $100 for being the biggest loser, I'd like to win it for not losing all the same weight I've lost before.