Slaughtered!

If the 90 day challenge I have with my siblings is a contest between me and my objective, then, I can honestly say: The challenge slaughtered me.

No mercy.

As I was telling my good friend Mordsith, I can still win this bet but I might need to chop off one of my legs (just to meet the target wieght, hehehe). But believe it or not, my brother already warned me about that. Had this been a challenge on reducing my waistline, I could probably resort to using corsets to mold and shape my mid-torso, after all, during the early 20th century, men actually used this as an accessory to have a desirable figure. (OK, I need to stop from typing now -- I am becoming more pathetic. Hehehe.)

The 90 day challenge

I just want to share with you guys that I have this bet with my brother and sister. We made a bet a month ago: That I should lose X amount of pounds before 2010 ends. (Nahiya pa talaga at tinago sa X, ano?) It's supposed to be a 90 day challenge when we made the bet. But after a month, I think I haven't made much progress yet. The p90x program should have been perfect. But right now, I think I might need a p60x program, if any exists at all.

Imagine trying to meat the challenge with 33% downtime. Holy effin S. I'm dead.