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There I am, the “king” of weight loss.

No, I didn’t eat the food provided by the restaurant that has the crowns. I could of walked in and just lifted a couple crowns and left. Instead, I actually bought the cheapest hamburger they had available (“would you like a double cheeseburger for a dollar?”) and then lifted a couple crowns.

Probably wondering why I have this name – the king. No, I am not Elvis. He is alive and well in Las Vegas.

I’m the king because I have lost weight before. I know how to do it. That also means I have gained weight back

Granted, I didn’t gain back as much as a I lost, but I still gained weight back. Now, for round two, I know what I need to focus on.

And I’ll tell you, there is nothing like putting yourself out there on public display to account for your actions.

That’s why I am counting on your, yes, you dear reader to keep me honest and, as needed, provide the occasional kick in the arse to keep me on track to losing weight.