Coworker after hours: Terry, your knees look slimmer.
Me: Thank you, I think.
Coworker after hours:  But the biggest chance seems to be  *waves at back* here.  Yes, your shoulders look less fat.

I’ll take what I can get.

Tara: Terry, have you lost weight?
Me: Yes, I have.  How could you tell.
Tara: I could see it in your…. *holds her hand near her neck* chins.

I’ll take that as a compliment.

Teejay Green and I initiated Operation:Fat Bet today. We’ve each set a monthly weight loss goal and will owe the other person $200 each month we fail to meet it. Teejay rightly pointed out that there’s a spot of a Prisoner’s Dilemma to the thing. If either of us finds ourselves hopelessly unable to meet our goal, there’s a strong imperative to make the other person fail as well. Should June 10th roll around and my success should prove fleeting, I’m going to need to find a way to either hypnotize or master Jedi Mind Tricks to force Teejay to eat an entire turkey.