Day 1 of the 100 Day War

Past Diet:
Salt Bagel with plain cream cheese from St. Paul Bagelry (Cup of Coffee, Gatorade)
1/3 pound pepper jack cheese burger from Champps (consumed over two sittings) with, of course, fries and the seasoned sour cream (bloody mary, several Guinnesses)

There is nothing that makes a person cringe more than discussions and blogs about losing weight. Somewhere down the road, when our lives are put into perspective there will be ill feelings of contempt and subtle hatred for those that have polluted the net with the trials and tribulations of their slim down programs.

And with that in mind, BMC is proud to announce the first ever Slim Down Program! A 100 Day War of epic proportions pitting friend against friend, cunning against guile, and sheer sweat and determination against the laziness that plagues our everyday lives.

This is a statement borne out of the sheer inactivity of four former high-school Jerks (not quite Jock, not quite Nerd but somewhere in between = Jerk) who seek to find themselves in better condition, and not the slobs that make up the lowest denominators of society. Years from now (well, probably not) scholars will ponder how this conflict began, but even as we stand on Day One of this savage conflict there is no one to blame... but ourselves.

While watching the finale last night, Greg, Sully and I exchanged texts to see how much of a head start Greggy would need to keep American Gladiator's Eliminator competitive between him and his wife; the panel roundly agreed upon 30 seconds, and even then he would need to have the run of his life. Not that anybody else in our little quartet would have a shot at beating her, but... Greg's goal is to drop about 15 pounds.

Greg's tactics: A hybrid of jogging and weight lifting.

Being in relatively good shape with none of the vices supported by the rest of the group, Jordan is, more or less, along for the ride. He brings a competitive spirit and severe acts of spite. A father to be, his motivation seem stringent upon personal betterment and being a complete asshole. Jordan's goal is drop about 10 pounds.

Jordan's tactics: Being a complete asshole and playing more World of Warcraft to displace need for food. (Actually, I can't back any of this up. He's being very closed doored, and strictly hush hush on his work out and self improvement regimen. Therefore being a complete asshole is only being surmised by this writer despite the more or likeliness of it being true.)

Sully, is the only one trying to put weight on. Having the sort of body where it looks like a hot shower would cause him to lose weight, Sully has been in the position of trying to add muscle to himself for the past ever. Prone to wearing girlie shirts that are a size too small in an attempt to give him a more robust size, Sully's reward for completing the 100 Day War is to buy new clothes. Sully's goal add 6 pounds.

Sully's tactics: Russian Bear, lifting and ogling Arnold Schwartzawhatever.

My participation is the next logical step towards becoming some sort of sainthood. With quitting accoutrements, cutting back on the booze and resolving not to talk to women for a year, the only other logical thing to further cut out of my life is food. My goal is to drop about 10-12 pounds.

My tactics: Jogging and eating correctly. May turn bulemic if necessary to beat Jordan.

The results from the initial weigh in should be coming through this evening, then the game shall be completely under way.