When Trash Talk Is True

So I went for a refresher weigh-in for the work contest today (it should be noted that I started the contest at 295.5 lbs). On the way there, Ryan & I were saying that no matter what, we'd be talking trash when we got back to the office. "Let's make it feasible," I say, "to get in everybody's head. We'll say you lost twelve and I lost seven."

This was all well and good until the scale topped out for me at 287.5 lbs.

I lost eight.

Woot.

Putting the Money Where the Fat Is

So Monday morning I get an email at work - we're organizing an office Biggest Loser contest. The entry fee is fifty bones - six weeks, two weigh-ins. Simple, dirty, easy, expensive.

I'm in.

So far, so not so bad. Fitday is back on my side, we'll see how it goes.

In addition to wanting to win some caaaash, I want to be smaller. Faster. Stronger.

Still.

We'll see what there is to see, but at the beginning of June I should be several pounds lighter, several blog posts heavier, and maybe $400 or so richer.