Background: My sister is almost three years younger than me. We have different fathers, so our genetics are a bit different. She has always been smaller than me. When she was a kid, she was known to sit in front of the TV after school, the toaster plugged in on the living room floor, a loaf of bread and an open jar of peanut butter next to it, and make peanut butter toast non-stop all through The Monkees. She never gained an ounce from it. We spent our childhood years being known as "the pretty one" (her) and "the smart one" (me).
Me, not so lucky in the gene pool. She dogged me about it every chance she could, too. When I went back to her house for a few weeks to help care for Mom in November, she made a big deal about how she was going to the gym and how she was eating right. I ignored it because I'm 40 years old and I am a firm believer that, if you're older than 30, it's time to get over the childhood slights.
ANYWAY, she called me this afternoon to ask me if I wanted to order a t-shirt from my niece's school fundraiser. Of course I did. The conversation went something like this:
Her: So, do you need an XXL?
Me: I think I'll get an XL.
Her: Well, I got a L and it fits me perfect.
Me: Well, I've lost 25 lbs. since I was there.
Her: YOU LOST 25 LBS?
Me: Well, technically, 24 1/2.
Her: Wow!
Of course, all I could think was BOO-YAH!!!!!!!!
So perhaps I'm not so over it after all.
BOO-yah!
That had to make you definitely feel good inside....... Both parts - losing the weight and being able to give your sister a "Boo Yah" - even if you did not say it out loud... Yep that's a sign of maturity, I am not sure I could have resisted... LOL
