It's a quiet, small-town neighborhood. Kids playing in the yards, dads grilling outdoors, mothers yelling for them all to come in because it's 30 freaking degrees below zero. We see one lone man walking down the street but not street walking.
Ominous music starts. Dumdum ...... dumdum .....
The man, whom we'll call Tech because that's his name, saunters on, whistling until the cold wind freezes his spit.
Dumdum .... dumdum ...
He looks around. His face shows shock and fear. He begins to run, but he's slow, hampered by the fact that his fat has glued his thighs together.
DUMDUM .. DUMDUM ..
He looks back. He yells for help.
But too late! The fat shark has got him!
He struggles to no avail. He disappears, one hand holding up a Twinkie as he sinks beneath the waves of rolling fat.
I'm up 1.8 pounds, but down from last week when I was up 3.4 pounds. Yeah, I've been swimming with the fat sharks. How you been doin'?
Also, I've lost track of the total weight lost so when you give your WWIN this time, please give your total weight lost so that I can update the sidebar. Thanks!