FEAR & PRIDE
had me terrified
of entering
THE “HOT BY AUGUST” FUCK-FEAR CHALLENGE
when we were first planning it
at The Bonegarden Cantina
last Friday.
Pure,
unadulterated
Pride
and
Fear.
Two other friends and I
collectively have
150 years between us all,
and 150 extra pounds
that we don’t need.
Sort of.
I gained 9 pounds
between 8am
and 11am
just this morning
by drinking
2 cups of coffee
and at least
a gallon of water
in an effort
to temporarily
bulk up
for The Challenge.
This Challenge
is a Balls to the Wall
No Rules Contest.
If one of my friends
wants to cut off their leg,
THAT
is fair game.
Travel to Mexico
for cheap-ass Liposuction?
THAT
is fair game.
Bribe Lary for Drugs?
Fair Game!
I wasn’t going to do it
because last year
I successfully
lost 50 pounds.
I knew
that my clothes
were fitting differently,
but didn’t have the courage
to tip-toe to the scales
and actually
step up on there.
I hadn’t been on the scales
in a year.
So,
when we were
planning this CHALLENGE,
I kept saying
that I wasn’t sure
if I was going to do it,
or not.
DOING IT
or
NOT DOING IT
is a common
theme with me.
If I had decided
NOT to do it,
it would have been
purely
for the fact
that it scared
the shit out of me
to admit
that I had gained weight.
My friend kept saying,
“but you don’t need to lose weight Grant”.
I knew I did.
After deciding
to do it,
I commenced
to eating,
and drinking,
everything in sight
so that my weight
would be so great,
that I could make a joke
of how FAT
i was.
Go Figure.
I bet
that I lost
6 pounds today,
the first day
of The Challenge,
we’ll see
when I wake up
tomorrow.
The only difference
between doing it,
and not doing it,
is doing it.
I’M DOING IT,
and
I’M GONNA WIN.
I’ll pay somebody to take
my two friends
some chocolate.
It’s fair game.
