Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Well, here we are. At the weigh in.
That's down one pound from last week. I still have six pounds to go. By April 16th.
I need some inspiration. Who wants to bet me that I won't make it? If there's some money on the line, I might actually drag my ass out of bed to walk on more than one or two mornings in the coming ten days. If I can smell the cash, I might be able to walk by those chocolate Easter eggs in the break room.
Ahhhh, I'll make it without the monetary incentive. I just set myself too long of a deadline at the beginning. When something has to get done, I do it. I just need to feel the pressure a bit more before I self-motivate.
Wow! What an interesting, informative, entertaining blog entry this was!
Thursday or Friday, with an actual story or something. Old Fat Fart out.
(The illustration is from this place. If I could play softball on Uranus, I wouldn't have to worry about losing any more weight.)
(Yes, there's a hideous joke in there somewhere, but I'm not in the mood.)