Well, its not good news guys… I lost the bet. With all of the treadmill, jogging, not drinking, not eating wings, pizza, or any of the stuff that I love… I still lost. Last week I was leading by 4 pounds, but yesterday was the day that counted and somehow, he came back and whipped my ass. I got lazy and complacent. I worked out so hard and long last week that I was exhausted over the weekend and I couldn’t gather the strength to go to the gym at the crucial time, the last 2 days, and that’s what killed me. It had to have been. And I Lost. I’m still pissed at myself. If I want to look at the bright side, I’d say, “well, I still lost 10 pounds.” Sure, that’s right. but I still lost the bet. And I was kicking his butt last week by 4 pounds. GEEEZ, how in the hell did I lose? Now, I have to shell out cash for 4 tickets to New Orleans, 2 hotel rooms on Bourbon Street, dinner and drinks. As soon as I weighed in yesterday and found out that I lost, I headed to get a bacon double cheeseburger and a Miller Lite. It really didn’t make me feel any better but what the heck. HOW DID I LOSE???????
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