The Stupidest Loser - FINAL Weigh In

When I heard Josh's knock at the bedroom door this morning, I jumped out of bed. And ran into the bathroom. Because folks, you should never weigh in without first evacuating the system.
Truth.

I was pretty nervous about the weigh in. When I returned from Seattle, I was holding steady at 170-169, but last night I jumped at the numbers 1-7-4 looking up at me. I was worried I was going to pull a Josh.

After putting on my massive pink robe, I headed downstairs with Josh and waited for Mr. Perfect.

And let me tell you, it was well worth the wait when he stumbled down the stairs and into the living room wearing his underwear and singing the opening notes to The Final Countdown.

Da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da-da. Da-da-da-da....

And then, it was time.

That's right folks, I WIN!!!

I went from 177 to 169, losing about 5% of my weight. Which is 5% more than Josh lost and 2% more than Mr. Perfect. (Klaus lost 47% of his weight when we started weighing Holly instead of him.)

There is something oddly beautiful about Josh getting right back to his starting weight, after a dramatic six weeks of up and down.

When I moved to DC I was holding steady around 185-187, which means I've lost between 16-18lbs total!

In the words of McLovin, chicka-chicka-bow!


Mr. Perfect kept up his encouraging tone of late when, after the weigh in, I told him how proud I was of us, but mostly me.
"Why mostly you??" he whined.
"Because I lost the most! AND I WON!!" I said.
Then he sweetly looked at me and replied, "That's because you had the most to lose."

After that comment, I started his morning with a swift punch to the gut. Nothing but love around here, folks.