* The Adventures of Butterball are true stories about my *
* trials and tribulations as a stupid fat girl. Enjoy! *
Yesterday my co-worker, friend and fellow fatty Jason emailed me.
Fancy a friendly weight loss contest?
Ok, those weren't the exact words but it's close enough.
Jason is a very competitive person. He's a very fair person. He's sharp-minded with an even sharper tongue. He can be very witty and even downright ruthless with his comedic remarks. He's proven in the past that he can very effectively lose weight too. This would be a mental and physical challenge in which he would take no prisoners.
I don't like challenges. I'm not a competitive person. I play trivia for fun. I don't keep score. My parents forced me to play summer softball when I was young because it got me out of the house. I would get physically ill before games just thinking about it. But I do enjoy a little friendly battle. Especially one that will keep me motivated to exercise, so...
Sure! Why not?
And thus was born...
Butterball vs Temporarily Fat Jason
Weight Loss Challenge eXXXtreme
This is a serious challenge being performed by two people who take not being serious very seriously. (Yeah, I think I got that right.) Jason's going to trash talk me and I'm going to say things like, "Kiss my fat ass, jerkface! I mean, not literally. That's gross. You know what I mean!" I don't do trash talk very well. I have no hope of reigning supreme there. The best I can do is to be annoying as all hell. If I'm lucky it might come off as moderately humorous.
So, let the game begin.
You are so going down TFJ! I mean, not literally. That's gross. You know what I mean!
Yep. Now you know why there's a triple-X in the title. It's not just my shirt size and a so-so Vin Diesel action flick. It's pretty much where all conversations lead to. Even the ones I have with myself. Conversations, that is. I mean...oh nevermind.
For details about the challenge and to see the "lovely" challenge photos he
stole and photoshopped artistically created, see Jason's blog.