Eye of the Tiger plays in the background. A virile masculine type is doing impressive feats of fitness. Sit-ups with a dresser on his chest; single finger handstand push ups; beating the stuffing out of concrete punching bags; sprinting up sky scraper stairwells.
And then I wake up. Yep. The Super Secret Plan exercise program begins today. Now the Hokey Pokey is playing as I do my first sit-up, almost pulling a muscle as I get out of bed. I barely make it down the stairs and the several hundred … inches .. to the scale. I have my lightest fig leaf on, so the immense climb onto the scale is practically easy with a lot of help from the local counter. I look down and see it says 180 pounds. Unfortunately I then realize I don’t have my glasses on, so I make the sweat building trek back to my room to get them. Who knew that glasses weigh so much? The scale now says 244!
But it is now on. My buddy Mark (the famed Idiot) has also officially weighed in, and we are on our mutual adventure to become svelte examples of manhood again. It is a friendly competition to see who can lose the most on a per weekly basis. We will keep it friendly and fair. The twelve pounds of bacon I just sent him was just a good luck gift. I am holding the skittles in reserve for congratulations if needed.
On that note I need to have a snack, after working so hard so far. We welcome the screams of adoring fans to help us make this competition exciting. Unfortunately I am competing with the Idiot empire there so I think he has a home field advantage. Off to the gym (a patch of rug in my living room) I go!!
I had one slice of toast with peanut butter for breakfast………… and I ate it so ravenously that I chewed off three of my fingers in the process….. Oh well………. a little blood loss should be good for some weight loss………..
You also need the protein! Good start!!
Can I join? I don’t even know how much I weigh. It’s in a sealed envelope. Seriously. I weighed. My husband looked and wrote it down. Knowing would just send me into depression. This week I am going to try to make dinner juice
sure! the more the merrier! We both plan to keep a running journal, so feel free to join us
The more the merrier…………. I think I’m planning on boiling water for dinner……………. Meat Loaf for the rest of the family, a bowl of boiling water for me…………..
You should add something for flavor. A pebble maybe?
My running days are over. I’ll either hike or walk and do yoga.
I am starting with something Yoga-ish myself.
Go bro! Should I join the challenge? No, you will both lose faster than I do and I’ll only get frustrated.
Nah. The more the merrier. It is really about supporting each other. Jump on board!!
Come on aboard Lisa! The more the merrier………….
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Well, although we’ve never met, Steve I just think it is fair to warn you…..there is now new competition for you and Mark. I have made my formal announcement that I have entered the race to the bottom.
Good luck…..and may the best (wo)man win!
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More completion is just what I needed, since I was in last place haha. Welcome aboard!!
Thanks…..we’ll see how it goes!