Weekly weigh-in: 209.9
Total loss: -82.1
Emotion: Out of my head
Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Bad Wayne. Every time Jack has a bad weigh-in, he runs and hides like a little bitch and let’s me run the show. Seems that some rampant snacking, a couple of restaurant outings and a few too many beers and glasses of wine caught up with his stupid ass.
Just so you know, Jack, I’m the one that picked up those cashew-almond squares at Costco, the one who wanted to have some more of that delicious bread at that fancy Italian restaurant. I’m the one who convinced you that those grocery store cheese samples were calorie-free. Hell, I talked you into having a Diet Coke at the movies last weekend. I am on a roll…
It’s Bad Wayne time!
You thought you’d run me off for good, but what you don’t understand is that I know how this sh*t works. I know how hard it is to make good choices all the time. How difficult it is to go to a fantastic restaurant and lay off the good stuff.
You thought I was exiled for good, but I’m just biding my time. My patience is limitless, and it doesn’t take much to get me back on the path to sitting in the driver’s seat.
You want to stay on the straight and narrow.
Me? I want to take a walk on the wildside!
My name is Bad Wayne, and you definitely haven’t seen the last of me!