My sister and I have a good relationship. We're mature adults (I'm 50, she's 47), but I can't believe what happened last night.
I live in North Carolina now, so only see her 1 or 2 times a year. When I was last visiting her in Michigan last October, I was down 45 lbs, which while a definte improvement, still had me in plus size clothing and nowhere near "normal" sizes. However the last 35 lbs have made a considerable visible difference. I'm now wearing size 14/16 pants while I'm guessing she is wearing size 10/12.
I had teased her a bit before I came that I was working on being the skinny sister but knew I wasn't going to make it in time for this visit. Maybe this bothered her more than she let on because when I asked if I could take an old pair of her pants back to NC with me to work toward as my goal, she agreed but said "sure, you can have them, but why would you set yourself up for failure?". Like I would never, ever fit into her clothes!
I will admit this stung just a bit, but on the other hand somehow the dynamic between us has now given me the ultimate motivation to reach a particular size and not just stop at 100 lbs lost. I thought my competitive streak had died long ago, but somehow family can sure push the buttons!



