So the ongoing weight loss competition continues...
I talked to my brother last night and we got to talking about weight.
"So, Steve... How much you weigh now?"
"245. But it's a strong 245."
"You mean it's more like 250...?"
"No. I mean I've been lifting weights too, so I'm stronger than I was. And I weigh 245."
"Well... (I said with great smirkiness) ...I'm still hovering in the high 230's. I've been really sick with that rhinovirus, but it didn't kill my appetite, just made exercising hard to do. I'm just starting my spring kick to lose 10 more pounds and get rid of this roll of fat I can grab hold of at my wasteline."
"Can you see all of it?"
"I can see all of it. I used to only be able to see the tip, but now I can see all of it."
"You can see all of it? I can't see all of it. And after a really big meal on a cold night, I can't see any of it. Are you sure you're not bending over a little to see all of it? You're not allowed, you know. You're supposed to stand straight and just roll your head forward and look down. Otherwise it doesn't count."
"I do it right. I'm perfectly erect when I look down."
"Well no wonder you can see MOST of it!"
"No... I mean..."
"I know what you meant. Well I am glad you can see all of it. How long has it been?"
"HAS IT BEEN since you've been able to see all of it? High School?"
"You had a belly right after you got married. You couldn't have seen all of it after that. So what? Since you were 24ish?"
"That's a long time to go without being able to see all of it. I'm actually really happy for you."
"Now go forth and look at it while you can, ya bastard..."