At my job, we have a contest going. It is called The 100-Day Challenge. You are supposed to eat right, exercise, and log it all into a spreadsheet online.

Well, I knew right off the bat that I was not about to exercise. After my little workout fetish my freshman year of college, I never have felt like working out again. I also knew that eating right isn't really my thing. I prefer sugar and fat. But still.....

they offered me a free t-shirt. I had to say yes.

Well, the 100-Day Challenge ends April 24th (coincidentally the day after Administrative Proffessionals Day, which I expect many a gift for). I haven't exercised (well, I ran like twice, but it had nothing to do with the 100-Day Challenge), I have eaten crap all winter long, and I haven't even worn my t-shirt (actually, I haven't even taken it home (actually, I don't know where it is)). And yet, among those I work with...

I am winning. I (through luck, prayer, or stress) have managed to maintain my weight, whereas all my co-workers have gained weight during the 100-Day Challenge. I. AM. VICTORIOUS.

The sad part is, the rest of them are trying. Putting a real effort into things. Jogging on lunch breaks. Eating wraps. You know, legitimate trying. I am eating cheesecake even while I type this. I'm hunt-and-pecking with one hand while I shove cheesecake in my face with the other, and I'm thinking about what I'm going to eat next.

Someday this is going to come back to bite me.