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Well, well, One day on fat secret and my weight has reduced to 258 pounds!!! I rock, and I began to strut around the house. Told the wife as I sat down for breakfast that I already lost some weight. As I munched my pierce of toast, smiling from ear to ear I noticed my lovely wife had that, 'Your a dumb-ass' look on her face. I did not want to know what that was all about so I did not say anything...... But wifey, slash Pamela, slash Bullytrouble, slash Poopie was going to press the issue....
"Well did you do what I said this morning for official weigh in Commander Portion Control?" She eyed me intently. "Of course I did my sweet", I replied (which was actually true this time). I had went into the bathroom to take a shower first thing in the morning and she yelled at me from the family room, "Remember Captain Peanut Butter, to weigh yourself today!" So any way I did that and saw I was 258 pounds! Rock on, I thought to myself and took a shower and continued with the day. Anyways back to the kitchen scene where Bullytrouble was about to strike like a cobra in the middle of a rat den. "Did you know roundboy that when you stepped on the scale that you had no clothes on?" I did not really think about that. "Also you had not ate or drank anything yet, correct??" she added. I looked at her finishing a bite of toast, "Yeah so, I did not eat, or have any clothes on when I stepped on the scale this morning." I took another bite of toast, Bullytrouble lowered her head so her eyes could make the point, "That was the 4 pounds that disappeared today Corporal Carbohydrate!!!" (Cue music, Duh duh duh, dum dum dum, duh na na na na).
So, my first bit of good news, and Bullytrouble takes aim at the self esteem, "Wait for it,.... wait for it..... Pull!!!". Game, set, match. Bullytrouble,....... 7, Big Johnson,......0.
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