I’ve got 50 fuckers that are hanging on for dear life! But let me tell you their life is about to be cut short one little pound at a time! In all my ups and downs, I have gone back and forth on whether or not to step on the scale. Does the number i see there discourage me or encourage me? The truth is, just that — the truth! And sometimes, baby, the truth certainly hurts. I have decided i need that number. I need to see that number. I have tried telling myself “oh – I don’t need the scale. My body will tell me how i’m doing”! Bullshit! I need to be accountable to that number! I love games. I love to win. That’s how i’m playing this – a game. Me against those 50 Fuckers. And I’m here to tell you I’m ready to open up a can of whoop ass! How about you?! How many Fuckers are you about to beat?