Jun 05
My brother Eric (duh) has been steadily packing on the pounds over the past few years and the move to Las Vegas has seemingly only accelerated his inevitable transition to a creature of pure flab. I think it might be time to officially declare his “Del Taco and beer” dietary experiment a failure. I tease him about it a lot, of course, as I have found crushing humiliation and despair to be a powerful force of motivation.
Trust me, it’s for your own good.
Currently he weighs 217 pounds.
As part of my incessant teasing one night I randomly offered him a bet: $100 that he weighs 225 pounds or more on his birthday (July 27th). I was mostly joking at the time, but he quickly accepted the bet. A few days later he came back to me looking for more action. Apparently he couldn’t be bothered to get in better shape unless there was more than a hundred bucks riding on it.
At one point he offered to bet that he will weigh less than I will on his birthday, but when I accepted the bet too quickly and with too much enthusiasm he pulled it off the table. A few other ideas were thrown around though, and before too long we came to mutually agreeable terms on a new wager.
While our over-225 bet is still on, I bet Eric an additional $300, laying 2-to-1 odds, that he will not weigh under 200 pounds at noon on his birthday.
That, my friends, is how you print money.
I actually expect him to gain weight over the next six weeks, and I would be amazed if he finally clocks in under 210. As far as I’m concerned it would take an act of God for him to actually hit his target. I’m not saying that it can’t be done, I am only saying that there is no way it can be done by him. The guy sits in his room all day playing World of Warcraft while eating Girl Scout cookies.
Seriously, no chance.
It’s possible that he might start to maintain. In fact I think the most likely scenario is that he weighs in around 215 on his birthday, losing the under-200 bet for $300 but winning the under-225 bet for $100.
Fine by me. Ship the two hundred bucks, buddy.
June 5th, 2009
Let the great experiment begin!
June 5th, 2009
Since both of you share my genes, I can only say that I stayed under 200 until I was nearly 30 and wish I was still there today. You can eat all you want but you must MOVE. Playing 20 hrs of racquetball per week when I was an open class competitor was great, but it’s tougher when you don’t have a regular commitment to exercise.
June 6th, 2009
Jason you are a jerk.
June 6th, 2009
a worthy bet indeed