The Sweet Taste of Victory

This just may be my all-time favorite failblog post.

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And keeping with today's theme, here is a shot of the shirts worn by employees of Rudy's Bar-B-Q.


Rudy's is a Texas based chain and if you ever go to one, try the smoked turkey.

Tomorrow my weight loss bet ends. As of typing this I've lost 24 pounds since making the wager back on April 15th. I hope to lose one more before tomorrow's weigh-in and make it an even 25. I'd like to think I'll keep this weight off, but I've missed many of my old friends chocolate donuts, Dr. Pepper, Rum. Especially the rum.

I never made the ultimate sacrifice and turned my back on meat, but I did cut back on the taters. Before the bet I was getting up there close to the three hundred pound plateau which is bad enough but would be even worse if I wasn't stacking on a large frame. Being 6'5" does help spread out the mass a might.

I'm 98% certain I have my friend and competitor, Arlene beaten. Which means I will not be donning a pink Barry Fanilow shirt and taking her to see the nerve wracking entertainer when our group of friends head to Vegas in October. It will be Jennifer and I's 12th anniversary and I hated the thought of having to listen to Copacabana as part of our celebratory weekend.

Being the victor, means Arlene will be purchasing my ticket, as well as accompanying me to see this ...

And diet be danged. I will most likely be sipping some sort of rum concoction while reaping my reward. Truthfully Arlene never stood a chance. Her husband Rob was pulling for me to win and made sure she ate well. I think the reason why are rather obvious. Yeah, I'm kind of devious.

But here's to winning wagers, tasty food, and good-natured friends.