I went ahead and shaved my beard after Halloween. It was getting out of hand, and my nickname ("Grizz") seemed like it had stuck. So I chanced it. But before I shaved it off completely, I decided to shave a totally different facial hair configuration. So I left some long, pointy sideburns, left the long tuft of hair under my bottom lip, left the hair on my chin, and left my disgusting excuse for a mustache. Then I sucked in my cheeks and took a picture of myself with my wife's iPhone. Then I sent it to my older brother.
The problem that I didn't think of is that the iPhone's camera can sometimes distort pictures and make everything look taller (and thinner). And when you couple that with the fact that I was doing my best Zoolander impression, it made me look way thinner than I am (or ever have been). So my older brother, who I don't see very often, saw the picture and assumed I'd dropped about 40 pounds.
Well, I'm not one to disappoint people, so I didn't correct him. I let him think I'd lost all that weight. And I figure I can get to that point before I see him again. He doesn't read this blog, so I'm not worried about that. And I don't put a lot of pictures of myself on Facebook, so I think I can pull it off. Now I just have to lose about 40 pounds. I probably won't see him until the beginning of next year. I think if I try to stick to a strict diet (of water), then I might be able to do it.