Holy Poundage, Batman! They'll Pay Me To Lose Weight?
I know you might think that because I'm a coach, I'm all happy positive thoughts and shiny sparkles all the time. I don't want to burst your iridescently delusional bubble, but I get cranky just like the rest of you. Especially, I might point out, when my bathroom scale practically SCREAMS at me, "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO YOURSELF?"
"What have I been doing to myself, you wanna know? Surviving on Pepperidge Farm Goldfish and wine! What's it to you? I'm in seminary, after all!"
It may sound silly, but the scenario described above is very similar to the actual truth. It just maybe all happened in my head, but still. And the goldfish + wine thing is pretty much cold, hard reality.
I have broken my number one personal rule -- the one that says self-care is a priority. The result?
I am the heaviest I have ever been. In. My. Life.
And look, I'll confess. Part of what really bothers me about this is that I'm vain. I used to be a hottie. I mean, I was never a supermodel but there was a time when I got my share of turned heads. Now, I just feel like a middle aged mom. Which, while totally appropriate, makes me feel, well, plump, when on the inside I still feel like I can rock out the belly shirts I wore back in the 90's.
But it's not just about what I think I look like. It's how I feel. I'm an athlete, so I shouldn't be huffing and puffing my way up the stairs. Tying my shoes should not be difficult. I'm too young for that BS. Damn it, I'm too young to feel this old.
I know exactly what to do. The problem is, I won't do it. I love Weight Watchers -- it's the best, most reasonable plan out there in my humble opinion. But I'll track for about, oh, 2.9 seconds before it's all, "Oh, I'll just track that later." Three double Fudgecicles and a loaf of crusty Italian bread later, it's "Oh, it appears that I have exceeded my annual points allowance," and I throw in the towel. Over and over again.
I know that a healthy diet is plant-based and loaded with lean proteins. But what's going to get me to choose those over chocolate on any given day? A nice, healthy bet.
I figured I needed some additional motivation to stick to my plan every day. I hate losing -- not losing weight. That I love. What I hate is losing a competition. When I heard that there's a program where I can bet on myself to be successful, and that when I am, they will actually pay me (!), I was interested. I immediately hopped on over to the Healthy Wage website to check it out.
HOW IT WORKS
You get to decide how much of a bet you want to place each month -- I bet just $25. You get to decide how much you're going to lose (for me, 25 pounds). You get to decide how you're going to lose it (anything from WW to "Whole Food Plant Based diet (my choice). When you hit your goal in the time allowed, you get all your money back, PLUS A PROFIT.
WHY IT WORKS
Leading academic research shows that money enhances weight loss success, making dieters significantly more likely to lose weight. HealthyWage uses cash-based challenges designed to help end procrastination, encourage perseverance, and harness the power of your desire to avoid losing your wager. So if the motivation of fitting into your favorite jeans isn't motivation enough, maybe the thought of fitting into those jeans and putting a little extra coinage in your pocket will.
I'm a professional in the field of positive psychology -- so I know this kind of thing words. And I'm for anything that will motivate me to reach for the grapes instead of the Reeses Peanut Butter Cups.
DO IT WITH ME
I'm committed, because I want my money back! I'm going to post my progress on my Facebook page on a regular basis. We can all win our bets together! C'mon! It'll be fun!
Because here's the thing, you guys. If there's anyone you should be betting on, it's yourself.