Week 1: You can't do what works for someone else.

The first thing I noticed about Kyle at the airport was how he looked like one of the regular people. My favorite thing about my boy up to this point was that his presence often times made me not feel out of place.

We've both been trying to do better by ourselves this year, so I knew we'd be able to compare notes while he was in North Carolina. but I struggled with the fact that we've had the same weight loss, but it looks much better on him.

But I also remembered our 100 pound weight difference, our four inch height difference and every other difference that comes into play. Something he said in hindsight made me feel like he felt I was on the losing end of this year's challenge.

I'm happy that I'm down 40 pounds since the year began. I'm not working as hard as he is, and I'm not trying to. I have to do something for me that helps me stick to it. Otherwise, I fail.

And failure means breathing hard as hell to climb two flights of stairs at work.

"You have two cheat days." "You should get a sauna suit." "You're not using ANY weights?"

Yep. Nah. I just started.

I think people sleep on the fact that I am a lot larger than I look. That means sometimes I have to push harder in some areas to jump start others. I appreciated his concern — and that he understood not to force his methods on me — and I'm proud of him for what he's done. But this is all about me.

I'll be at the gym if you need me.