Kiss It, Biggest Loser!

Ah, friendly competition! Who doesn’t love it!?

Remember the Biggest Loser challenge that I’m doing with a group of my work peeps? It’s going well. I guess. I kind of expected more trash talking than I’ve been hearing. Perhaps, that’s because I’m kinda the queen of trash talk, so I assume that everybody enjoys a good ribbing. My peeps at work are really going to have to kick it up a notch or two.

Or do they?

Every month we have a company meeting and someone is assigned to bring breakfast in for everyone (at the company’s expense, of course). I knew who had the breakfast assignment for this month, and I knew that she was going to bring in a GOOD breakfast. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and gravy, hash browns. The works! So I did what anyone who is serious about competing in a weight loss competition would do. I ate breakfast at home before I left for work. Muesli. Blueberries. 1% milk. Coffee. I’m smart.

As I sat down at the beginning of the meeting the owner’s wife looks at me – the lone person without a plate of food in front of her – and goes, “Oh, it’s a rule that EVERYONE has to eat breakfast.”

::snickers rumble through the crowd::

I explained how I was the smart one and had eaten a delicious, healthy breakfast at home.

(whispers from the peanut gallery) “Oh, I’m sure it was healthy.”

I HEAR YOU OVER THERE!! “No, delicious and healthy!” Let’s be accurate, shall we?

After much banter back and forth, I saw out of the corner of my eye one of the managers walking towards my table with a glass pan of brownies that someone had brought in for valentine’s day yesterday. Before I had time to process what was happening, he set the pan on the table and slid it towards me.

Holy mackerel, did that glass pan slide on that table. It CRASHED into my coffee mug and coffee went flying everywhere.

::and the crowd goes wild::

I was so stunned that I didn’t have the presence of mind to see what Mr. Manager’s face looked like. He was not expecting that pan of brownies to take on a life of its own.

Once the commotion had settled down, the owners of the company announced that they were going to match the pot of money that the participants had already contributed. That’s a pretty good winner’s prize.

I smiled. Because that’s a good winner’s prize. And I had eaten a delicious, healthy breakfast.

Then I hear from the back of the room, “Eat the damned breakfast, Cristy!!!”

Ooh. I think someone is scared!

The competition is heating up and it’s going to get interesting around here.

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