Jim and I are having a contest. He's got 10 pounds and I have about 11 to go to our goal weights. He thinks he can beat me. I think he can't.
I sabotaged him last week by bringing home a bag of malted milk ball eggs (his favorite) and they disappeared fairly quickly. He's clueless. Don't tell him.
P.S. Nancy ... I hear you're in Florida and I hope you're having a wonderful time!
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The old malted milk ball tactic - nice and devilish. Water will be key, so drink lots of it. I am rooting for both of you, but I am hoping you beat him by at least a pound.
I have others up my sleeve, too! The Deviled Egg Tactic is already underway this Sunday morning. And, I saved him an extra piece of birthday cake from Kati's get-together at our house last night. Mean, right? But I want to win! (I caught him muscle-man posing in front of the new mirror this morning. Well, actually, I egged him on a little. Funny AND adorable.)
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