we're here, we're hungry, get used to it brunch

....yes some of you have caught the pop culture sitcom reference in the title....you're correct...i'm now hooked like everyone else. for those that didn't catch it...you can go on thinking i'm really really funny...that's right....blog five!

so anyway...for the 3 people who read my blog you prolly already know and may even be a part of the new international version of the biggest loser that yours truly has crazily enrolled in. my $100 entrance fee buys me 23 weeks of low cal, high exercise fun. and, if at the end of 23 weeks of more-fun-than-a-person-has-a-right-to, i have the highest percentage of weightloss, i'll get something like $1000. sounds good right?! yeah....well....i think it is. course, i don't think i can win, but i do hope to put forth a better showing than my fantasy football team did last year. now the league has morphed into a keeper league and the truth is when your team finishes dead last there isn't much you'd want to keep!

but i digress.

so the biggest loser is underway in week 1 and so far i'm tracking calories, doing pilates every morning, and joined a gym. now i just need to go to the gym and i'll be on a sure path to not-last-place! woo hoo.

i've told a few of my friends here about our little competition since i'm the only contestant representing all of asia and so i thought i could use a little positive reinforcement. so i suppose the response at lunch on sunday should have come as no surprise to me. we're sitting at johnny moo's, shanghai's version of a fake american 50's diner that serves burgers and shakes (think johnny rocket). i'm casually flipping through the menu to figure out what to order and i mutter to myself, "now what would the biggest loser eat?" immediately, my friend hannah reaches over and flips my menu to the salads page and then smiles at me. i laugh at this bit of a joke/hint and think over the choices. when my turn comes for ordering i go ahead and order the grilled chicken ceasar salad and no sooner do the words come out of my mouth then everyone at the table sponaneously begins clapping. it was just short of a standing ovation! lol. now that's what i call positive reinforcement.

to all my fellow contestants....i know you're trying hard, but i fail to see how i can be beat when i get a standing O every time i sit down to a meal!

may the biggest loser win! :)