Long story short … at the beginning of December, Jay Thompson started the Real Estate’s Biggest Loser competition. Everyone throws $50 into a pot and the person who loses the most on a percentage basis gets the money for their favorite charity.
Mine was the local chapter of “Take My Beagles, I Beg You.”
Okay, so it was Arizona Beagle Rescue. Tobey is an ABR alum. (Morgan was purchased by the wife outside Wells Fargo and Charlie came from the Humane Society.)
Through basic dumb luck I managed to shed about 3% in the first month of the contest. To be honest, I wrote off the $50 more or less as soon as I signed up. Stupid, yes, but still.
Then I happened upon a chapter in one of my Chrismakah gifts, Tony Robbins’ Unlimited Power. Without getting too deep into things, I’d already experienced a bit of what he had described. So it seemed like a fairly short leap to extend what I already had experienced to the areas where I needed to make a change.
So today, on the way home after picking up the princess, we stopped at Sprouts. My own personal experiment? Grapefruit. If I can get used to eating this … well, that’s actually not how I’m thinking about it. I’m expecting to enjoy it as the breakfast of choice, knowing full well that it’s not now my favorite taste. But it can be.
It’s all a matter of conditioning. Somewhere down the line, back when I worked with a trainer and sliced my body fat by some 12 percent, I enthusiastically ate at Subway. Then when I stopped working out and started eating everything I shouldn’t, my desire to “eat fresh” went out the window.
This isn’t exactly one of those New Years’ Resolutions designed to go out the window. It’s not even something I can explain adequately, but there’s something that tells me this will be an easy transition to make. I looked longingly at the chocolate at Sprouts (as well as the Sangria) but never seriously considered the purchase. It’s not as if I was deliberately trying to deprive myself; I just didn’t want to buy it.
Exceptions will take place. Hell will freeze over before I give up my 30-cent wings at Pullano’s on Monday nights. Maybe I’ll find a way to cut the garlic bread order in half as I did to my wing order two months back (now down to 10 after downing 20 per visit for the better part of 17 years when I went in.)
And rest assured, I’ll be having an adult beverage when I’m forced to watch the new season of The Bachelor by the wife. (Attention men: I Mystery Science Theater the entire show. If you don’t know what I mean, I’m sorry.)
But generally, this is incredibly possible. Over the past month I’ve managed to condition myself to do other things I’d not done regularly. This, of all things, should be easy. It’s still eating. It’s simply choosing what to eat.
This all comes too late to make a late charge in the contest but that’s okay. Much like the sales awards my franchise gives, the award’s far less important than the actions taken to reach that point.