And so it begins….

Here’s the thing about weight-loss stories: you always see the before. You always see the after. But you don’t see the during – the journey it takes to get there.Even when I watched the Biggest Loser on TV, I frequently fast-forwarded through all the workouts because all I wanted to know was how much weight they had lost. I didn’t really care how they did it. I just wanted to see their big numbers.

Well, this ain’t reality TV. I am not at The Ranch with doctors monitoring my every move and nutrionists constantly amending my diet. I have a life with a husband and kids who eat pizza in front of me. And ice cream. And that blessed cursed cookie dough. [Insert sigh here.]

When I first participated in Front Range Adventure Boot Camp, I figured I would have some great workouts and move on with my life. I quickly realized there was so much more to it. That this could be life-changing if I made the commitment to myself. And to you. And so every Friday, I will weigh in (literally) about my triumphs and trials and I invite you to join in. I also hereby pledge to you that:

1) I will not weigh in wearing only spandex shorts and a sports bra in front of millions of people.

2) There will be no tears because gosh darn it, nobody is voting me off at the end of the show with a cheesy food platter. (Though if calorie-free cheddar was allowed I may make amends).

3) But nobody is offering a prize of $250,000, either.

4) My prize is being around a very long time to see my children grow old. You know. Those same kids who contributed to this weight in the first place.

Well, maybe that cookie dough had something to do with it as well.

Two weeks into my journey, I have lost five pounds. And already, the Biggest Loser Boot Camp is teaching me how to delve deep within myself to realize we are all so much more powerful and resilient than we ever could have imagined.