The Biggest Loser: Siang vs Xiang Edition

In the name of good health (in actuality, vanity), my boo and I have pitted ourselves against each other for our own version of The Biggest Loser.

Duration: 6 months

Challenge: Be slimmer and fitter than the other

First measure: How many layers at the stomach each has when we sit and slouch?

Second measure: How much of the belly sticks out of hip when standing?

Third measure: How perky is the butt?

Fourth measure: Is there visible cellulite?

(more to be set as we progress)

He claims that while his stomach is bigger, it's hard and taut - strong muscles. *pui* I say it's hard and taut from too much beer.

Part of the strategy to win is also to tempt the other to eat more. So that he/she can be fatter and flabbier. And Bedok 85 is the ultimate challenge of determination.

The moment you step into the area, smells of barbecued food attack your nostrils and you salivate. Your stomach churns in happiness at the prospect of receiving the guilty pleasures.

At Bedok 85, you have to learn to be a monk in a brothel - nothing is temptation, temptation is nothing （空既是色，色既是空）. Amitabha.

To win, not only we need to resist, we need to use all of our cunning to coax each other to eat oilier and more fattening food. For example, he'll nod his head towards the neighbouring table which has a plate of newly grilled, juicy and crispy chicken wings. Today, I gulped, clenched my fists and looked away. Victory!

Sometimes, I suggest "Let's have grass jelly, it's really hot today." He will grunt (as if trying very hard not to agree), "No, there's too much sugar in that drink."

The first week has just started. I'll try to document our progress. May the best man win.