The DietBet Kickstarter - Double Your Wi...

Lose 4% in 4 weeks!

The DietBet Kickstarter - Double Your Winnings!

Mar 17 - Apr 13/21 days left
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Join this Kickstarter game to lose 4% in 4 weeks. Plus, 5 players will double their winnings! Hosted by our very own DietBet Laura! Let's do this!

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Game Begins

Mar 17

Last Day to Join

Mar 30

Final Weigh-In

Apr 14 - Apr 15

HOW DO YOU PLAY?

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How do you verify the weight loss?

For all official weigh-ins, you'll be prompted to submit your official starting weight. Our standard weigh-in process involves you submitting 2 photos: one of you standing on a scale in lightweight clothing (no shoes, hats, belts, watches, coats, or outerwear), and another of the scale’s readout with your weigh-in word written on a piece of paper.

What you'll need

  • A scale (preferably digital)
  • A digital camera or smartphone
  • A full-length mirror or someone to take your photo
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Does this actually work?

Out of 1,039,224 DietBetters, 93.86% have lost weight during their challenges. Combined, they've lost 19,911,948 lbs and won $101,121,996. In other words...yes.

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Theo K.

03/22/2025 8:22AM
  • Four months ago, I was 340 pounds.
    I smoked a pack a day and drank double digits nightly.
    I didn’t exercise, didn’t care and didn’t really believe I could change.

    Today, I walked a 5K.

    This isn’t just a celebration post.
    It’s an obituary.

    THE OLD ME DIED TODAY

    I took his cigarettes first.
    He coughed through withdrawal, wheezing like a haunted accordion.
    He begged. I didn’t listen.

    I ripped the booze from his hands after that.
    No more stupors.
    No more blackout blessings.
    Just long nights with no sedation—only memory, and the noise in his head.

    I controlled his mouth.
    He begged for cake.
    I gave him discipline.
    He clawed at the fridge like it owed him something.
    But the kitchen stopped answering.

    Then I made him move.
    He panicked.
    Ramped up the anxiety, tried to drown me in it.
    Tight chest. Fast heart.
    "You're dying", he whispered.
    "Sit down. Stop."
    But I didn’t.

    He shrieked from the knees.
    He gasped for air.
    And I kept going.

    He got smaller.
    Quieter.
    Sickly.

    He followed me to the starting line,
    gaunt and gray,
    barely upright.
    He staggered behind me with every step,
    knees buckling,
    lungs failing.
    But he still begged.

    "You’ve made your point,
    This is far enough,
    You don’t have to prove anything."

    But I kept moving.

    Mile by mile,
    his voice got smaller.
    His shadow grew thinner.
    By the final stretch,
    he was barely there—
    a silhouette on life support.

    When I crossed the finish line,
    I didn’t raise my arms.
    I didn’t look at him.
    I pulled the plug.

    And I’m just getting started.
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George

Wow! Love this so much!
- 03/23/2025 8:01AM

DietBet Laura

Amazing! Congrats on the 5K! Thanks so much for sharing!
- 03/23/2025 3:23PM

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