Jun 03, 2010 02:21
The weight-loss contest at work begins today. The hilarious gal who's organizing the thing is going to be my weigh-in witness. I'm going to tell her that I don't want to know my beginning weight or how much I lose or gain each weak. All she can tell me is whether I went up or down. She's under threat of a twinkie injection if she divulges any of my information.
I intend to win. There's a $75 prize at stake. Hopefully that can go for some new trousers.
health,
work