One of the sites that I support at work is have a Biggest Loser competition. As in the person who loses the greatest percentage of their body wieght wins.

They invited to play along, mostly cause they wanted my ten dollars. I’m not grossly over-weight or anything, but I do want to drop my weight by 15-20 percent. So I said sure. We have had two weigh-ins so far, and I am solidly in second place with 3.26% lost. Good for me.

Thursday and Friday night we had Pizza for dinner, big greasy pepperoni pizzas to be precise. Saturday we had a birthday party complete with cake and ice cream. Last night we had a family movie night that included popcorn and ice cream. And tonight we went out for a big Steak Dinner. Bad for me.

I would have this contest so won, if I had the even the slightest bit of self control. Weigh-in is Wednesday morning. I may have to consider fasting tomorrow. Or maybe I should adopt the classic Roman diet plan of Binge and Purge. That would probably suit me the best.

Not losing the weight, I could probably handle. Not winning. That’s not cool at all. Besides, If I make my goal, I’ll be a lean, mean, Kung Fu machine. Well… lean and mean anyhow.