So, in a show of solidarity with my very best friend, and bending a knee to the physicians who see me not-so-regularly, we resolve to change our wanton sugary ways and keep a simple tongue in our heads.
The formula above, (W-zero), is my weight this morning. (Sorry, I won’t be more specific. A number that big might frighten the children and break the internet. Then I would have to apologize to Al Gore, and we just don’t need that today.) I’ll tell you that it was me wearing only my face cream. I challenge TRISH to use the same formula to update her progress at the first of each month. (We should have started this before our weekend trip. I would be at (W-4) already!) I need to loose about 60 pounds, but let’s face it: 15 pounds would make the weight on my driver’s licence not a lie, 20 would make me fit into all the clothes in my closet, and 40 would make me very happy. 60 may be a pipe dream.
So, the ball is no longer in my tubby end of the court… Take it away, Trish. Accept my challenge?