It is the second week in the competition for who gets top billing as Supreme Big Kahuna of the World, and sadly our hero (that’s me folks … in case you forgot) is not off to a good start. It I underestimated the influence of The Idiot. He seems to have some Jedi mind trick that can directly affect scales, because my scale is definitely not cooperating with me. The conditions so far after a week:
Me: UP 1.5 lbs.
See what I mean?
And now there is new twist to this race of Hanna-Barbera Wacky Race proportions. We have some additional competitors. Well technically only one actual competitor with a couple of training in the sidelines. My sister and blogging friend athursdayschild are using our incredible example of weight loss godliness to inspire themselves, and who knows maybe someday they will officially join the challenge. But it the mean time we have a ringer with nefarious purposes of her own jumping on board to not only put us both to shame, but to ensure we are working our manly best. And what better person to do this than a woman … a woman who wants to be able to get down and boogie at her daughter’s wedding.
World domination pales compared to that kind of motivation.
I have not had the fortune of meeting Chlost until she smacked our cheeks with a white glove, but she seems to be “bringing it” with a loud shout, starting off her week with a loss of none less than 4 lbs!
I might have to rethink my strategy. I suspect she is too wily for any good luck gifts. Even The Idiot managed to overcome those.
Back to the low cal drawing board it is!!