Last weekend while following Means around Canada with Lucas and Eric, we hit a few gas stations on the way. Gas ranged from 104.2 to 106.9, in case you were wondering.  We drove through Moosmin a few times, on the way to and from Loser-peg, and stopped at the Esso that everyone always stops at because of it’s convenient position near Dairy Queen and the welcoming smiles of their employees.  We entered, relieved ourselves, bought some salty goods, and weighed ourselves on the weigh scale near the counter. I turned out to be about twenty pounds heaver than both of them, and about ten pounds shy of 200.  Later on in the weekend, I told them that it was my goal to hit 200 someday in my life, when Eric said I could do it in a week. Lucas didn’t believe in me, and The Biggest Winner was born. I have to gain about ten pounds by this weekend, and if I do, I win something that I don’t even remember. If I lose, I go down in the history books as the biggest pussy ever under 200 pounds.