Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Phat

I don't understand how it can be the end of March. What this means, essentially, is I am going to lose yet another bet with T.


DAMMIT.


It always seems like I have tons of time to get serious about these last 10 or so pounds, you know? When he and I made this bet back in January, I couldn't even imagine how fast April 21st would be here. We bet that we both would weigh a certain amount by T's 40th birthday, (April 21st, duh), and it looks like one of us will and it won't be me.



DAMMIT.


I've been pretty good lately, doing the exercise, counting the points and drinking the water. But then there is cake and St. Patrick's Day and Crazy Club. They all trip me up. I counted last Wednesday and I had eaten 29 of my 35 flex points by 8pm. That is not good. I blame Uncle Tim.



Whatever, T. I may be fat but you will be OLD.



What must it be like to live without worrying if your belly is hanging out? Let's ask Johnny, shall we?


Looks pretty liberating to me.

6 Comments:

Blogger Knock Up said...

Why has my blogger template forsaken me? Why am I an HTML dumbass?

Sorry it looks so hoopty. I give up.

7:34 PM  
Blogger Uncle Mit said...

Well, I've been blamed for worse things. My Yoga instructor gave me special exercises for pregnant women, so I'm winning any bets either.

1:22 PM  
Blogger Uncle Mit said...

I mean not winning.

1:22 PM  
Blogger Lynne said...

You're not phat and stop swearing already!

6:14 PM  
Blogger knocked her up said...

I may win most of our bets, but Kel rarely pays up.

5:45 PM  
Blogger Lynne said...

Are you ever going to post again?

11:14 AM  

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