Dear my dearest father Patrick,
You are going down. Yes, I do realize you are ahead of me. Yes I do realize you could win this. BUT, you aren't going to. My evil plan? Catch up and push the deadline to march.
I have number I am down. Its not where I want to be come Christmas, but it's a number and I bet it will be bigger than yours come Tuesday, December 23rd.
Just want you to know that.
Cheers - enjoy a beer or 3 at the eagles game. Maybe go have some fudge mom made too.
Your soon to be weight loss champion son,
John
Sweat it out, peeps.
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