This morning I woke up and jumped on the scale. Not a fancy one like James'. Mine has a dial, not digital numbers. So, the weigh in for today is 230 and one line. Not bad. That's 8lbs since weigh in. Allll thanks to getting sick right after the initial weigh in. I did have half a case of beer last night, and I'm sure that didn't help. And work cafeteria food, but I'm eating smaller portions at home. That pretty much means I'll be kicking your ass, James. I bet you're sucking back a 2L of coke right now.
Also, fat guys cannot buy expensive snow pants. Large is too small for me. XL is too large for me. I didn't want to spend $150 on pants if they didn't fit right. But, they did look good. Unforturnately we couldn't find anything that would fit James. I guess they don't make anything larger than a XXXL at Sportchek, or the fancy ski place we were at. What do two fat guys do when they can't find pants? Go somewhere fat guys would go. Walmart. I took a pair of XL snow pants which were too large, but, they were $10. Can't go wrong there. James finally found a pair that snugly fit on him. For $10, he could just buy a new pair when he rips the seams apart.
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Apparently the loser of your bet should be buying the winner new ski pants along with the ski pass at the end of all this! (And when you win, make sure my brother has to buy you the expensive ones.) ;)
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