Biggest Loser part I

So on the 3rd of this month I started a weight loss challenge with my aunt, cousin, sister, and mom. We're seeing who can lose the most weight in 30 days. We meet in San Fran for a girls trip over my birthday weekend in Feb. At that time we'll see who wins the competition. 1 pt. for every day we exercise and 5 pts. for every pound lost. Winner takes home fifty bucks and a smaller waist line. I was the one who came up with this idea and honestly I don't know what the hell I was thinking. I hate exercise as much as I hate watching my portions, and let's face it I don't have any self control.  I am keeping a journal of my peaks and valleys, mostly valleys.


Day 1
Ok I'm ready! I'm doing this, I am so sick of over eating. Honestly I'm relieved to be doing this. I'm going to win I really am, I'm sick of no one ever taking me seriously. Oh it's on, it's on like Donkey Kong!


Day 3
Things aren't going as well as planned. Although I did eat a salad for lunch(success) I couldn't make it through the Jillian Michael's ripped in 30. I made it about 15 and then collapsed on the couch.
Tomorrow's another day right?


Day 7
Even though I ate at Bombay House tonight (paneer masala and onion naan) I counteracted it with some Zumba. Two questions Who invented this sick form of torture, and why didn't I wear some depends?


Day 9
I've only lost a half of a pound and I would trade one of my children for a slice of pizza.


Day 13 
I have been going to the bathroom boy style today, seeming as my thighs are too sore to squat.


.... to be continued