Earlier this week, I challenged Jeremy to a weight-off, and pushed our start date to tomorrow because I knew that I would be attending Sherry’s party, where there would be plenty of delicious food to be had. Said party was last night and Sherry did not disappoint. There WAS plenty of delicious food to be had, and I ate it all with wild abandon. In fact, I’ve been stuffing myself all week in preparation for the days of starvation ahead.
I was in such a hurry to stuff my face, I actually swallowed a sugar cookie whole, and cut my throat to ribbons in the process. I am such a hog…
Anyway, today is my last day of eating whatever I want to because tomorrow, I’m going to be KICKING JEREMY’S ASS in a weight loss challenge to the death! Okay, not to the death, and I don’t even think there is going to be a prize (Jeremy suggested that the prize should be the weight loss itself ), BUT it’s definitely going to FEEL like death.
Every Monday, we’re going to weigh in. Contest ends on February 9th, and the person with the highest percentage of weight loss takes the (figurative) trophy. Eeee!!