For the past month I have been
diligently somewhat enthusiastically following a strict regimen of caloric intake to participate in a weight loss challenge (#wlc) with my best friend and her husband. I have made many sacrifices and changed my shopping lists multiple times to adhere to the necessary guidelines of not eating food I should not be eating. After thirty days, we have all weighed in and, although I am proud of my accomplishment, Daniel won the battle.
The deal going in was that the “losers” had to eat what the victor had been using as nourishment during the challenge. Daniel decided to change the rules and we had to succumb, I’ll admit enthusiastically, to a double cheeseburger today. Once the arbitrary new guideline had been established, I hungrily began making my shopping list for dinner. I already had frozen burger patties in my freezer but the necessary garnishes were required to complete my meal.
I felt like a thief, looking over my shoulder across the parking lot, as I smuggled my contraband ingredients to my car. The jar of pickles, processed cheese slices and bun lay hidden in my grocery store bag as I tried to conceal my guilt on the way to my car. I have been known to cook several very upscale meals but, when it comes to my burger, my cheese of choice is
synthetic Kraft Singles and nothing else will do!
The burgers were cooked perfectly. The pickles were just as salty as I remembered and the almost-real cheese dripped from the burger patties just as it should have. My dinner was delicious and the anticipated two extra pounds were worth it.
As I say my “White Rabbit” three times tonight at the stroke of midnight, I can only hope luck will find me once again this month and continue the trend of shedding pounds. I may not be the biggest loser but I’m still a loser, and I’m okay with that.