OK, I didn’t win.
There. Are you happy?
Tim and Ronnie were the big losers.
Good for them.
I mean, I’m really happy for them. Double-digit weight loss and all. Big deal, right?
No. I’m not a sore loser. (Oh, wait a minute. Maybe, I am. My legs still hurt.)
No. “Desperate Measures” ended well for me. I lost five pounds (and gained five and lost another 10), lowered my blood pressure, lowered my body fat, increased my flexibility and my muscle mass, learned how to do stupid sit-ups (with your arms crossed, no less — and I managed 12 in a minute) and realized I can actually fit into most of the pants in my closet now.
The program, for me, was an astounding success. I had fun losing weight (can you believe that?), I got to know some great people even better and I realized I didn’t need fast food seven days a week.
I’m eating better, sleeping better and feeling guilty if I don’t work out once a day.
Ronnie Lee and Tony Michaels topped the leader board. My partner, Amy Hynds, was the top female “loser.”
And everyone in the competition made great gains in all areas of fitness. Six weeks ago, we couldn’t have said that.
Now, most of us are looking to re-up for another six weeks. We figure we can drop more weight, make it through those crucial holiday months and look great for New Year’s Eve.
Success? You bet. We have the Y to thank for that.
Angela and Melissa put up with a lot of complaining (largely from me) and produced big results.
If you need the jumpstart, give ‘em a call and tell ‘em Bruce sent you.
You’ll be glad you did — particularly when you fit into last year’s Christmas outfit.
Now, about that M&M drawer in my kitchen.
Got any ideas?

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