mind-fucker!

today, i inform my boss (i lovingly refer to him as "gm" for general manager) that the cleanse i started on wednesday has shown some results already:  i've lost 6 lbs.  hard to believe, but that is what the scale is telling me.  i am/was doing this cleanse to "jump start" a (dare i say it??) diet.  i won't go crazy, i've done this before with pretty good results (i was once over 200 lbs and it stayed off for years)...but in the last year or so, i've gotten sloppy and many of those 50 lbs have come back.  well, i won't have it.

as all the managers sat down to eat lunch today, my gm who hasn't had lunch (or breakfast, for that matter) in weeks.  he has lost 20 lbs.   of course, i don't believe in his way of dieting via starvation - but it's not for me to say.  as he's eating some fancy quesadilla concoction he made himself in the kitchen, he asks me how my pear is....a few minutes later he's laughing at me eating carrots.....you get the picture.

he decides to put a bet on the table:  we weigh ourselves on monday (at work) and then the following monday, whoever loses more weight in that week - wins.  (he's putting up $200 - i only have to put up $20).  i only plan on doing this cleanse for a week.  if i do it that long, it'll be 5 more days of me not having pizza.....super sigh.....

my friend was trying to give me suggestions on how to win this bet.  i told him that gm has already won.  if he loses, he only loses $200 - but he still had the power to make me do something i didn't want to do (he knew i only wanted to do the cleanse for 7 days).  if he wins, he gets $20 and still the satisfaction of knowing i was killing myself trying to "beat" him.  my friend's response was, "damn, he's such a mind fuck."  indeed he is.

now, wish me luck. ;-)