I mentioned a couple of weeks ago I'd gained 10 lbs. through a combination of boredom and trying to eat my ulcer into shutting up, already. Over Labor Day Weekend, I went to visit my Mom and she remarked she really needed to lose 10 lbs. too. She suggested a bet between the two of us, all the more motivation to stick with our diet, and the one who loses the weight by Thanksgiving is the winner. She said, "Now, it needs to be serious!'
And I said, "Okay, I bet you $500 dollars!"
I wish I'd had a camera; I'd just as well have slapped her across the face. It was difficult keeping a straight face, so I walked out of the room. Mom chased me. Mom is a tightwad extrodinaire. She washes plastic cups and puts them up in the cabinet. She makes counter-offers at garage sales. When at Walmart, she only shops the sale racks. If she were married to Donald Trump, she's still shop at Target so she could get more for her money.
She...well, I've made the point. Anyway, determined to prove she was taking her diet plans seriously, she nagged me down to $100. That's pretty impressive for Mom, so this news is going to be even more invigorating and motivating.
I got on the scales and I've lost 8 lbs. Can you believe that? In only 11 days! I was so excited I immediately drove to Sonic and scarfed down a foot-long chili cheese coney. I'm on the fast track here. I figure I can have a live-it-up lunch and still drop the rest by the turkey day.
Seriously, though, the above paragraph was a joke. Actually, I realized that my scales were totally and completely screwed up. I had to weigh at the grocery store to ascertain my real weight and was happy to see I had never gained 10 lbs. in the first place. That part about the coney, though, that's the gospel truth.