Game On!

Sisters is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship. - Margaret Mead 

I was just minding my own fitbitness, stepping right along, doing fine and feeling good about this whole new "loving myself" adventure - so good in fact that I decided, "You know what would make this even better? To share it with someone I love." Enter the insanity! 

It all stated with a simple text to my sister. I told her my husband had bought me a Fitbit and it was going to make it a lot harder to sit on my lard with a constant reminder of my lard sitting.

She let me know she had a Shine that she was happy with. For a few days after, she'd check in on my step totals etc. Then one day, I received a text telling me that she'd ordered the Fitbit HR for herself and my niece so we could all connect our progress. (She'd already one upped me! I have the Flex.) This'll be fun I thought! 

That was until her Fitbit arrived. Since that day, I'm still loving myself, but my feet hate me! Not that we're competitive or anything, but I'm afraid to go to sleep for fear that she'll get on the treadmill in the middle of the night just so I wake up 3000 steps behind!

Here's a peek into the craziness:

Text From Sister: "Last night I was in bed and one of the other girls in the competition got a badge for 25 flights of stairs and I was at 22 so I got up and did more stairs. I'm SICK thanks to you!"

Me: Crazy is genetic. Don't blame me.

Text From Sister: (After hitting my 10,000 step goal) Yay! You did it. Go out and celebrate with something yummy!"

Me: You'd like that wouldn't you? Carrots for me! (As I'm eating popcorn.)

Add to this that Fitbit keeps sending little digs all day: You're up by X amount of steps. Your sister has taken the lead and is ahead by X amount of steps and this stopped being about fitness a LONG time ago! 

This is about that time she said I couldn't wear her skirt to school so I sneaked it into my purse and changed into it once I got there. This is about the time my parents let me date the same year that she was allowed to date even though she's a year (OK 11 months) older.This is about all the times we fought over boys, clothes, make up, and the bathroom. This is about who wins once and for all - even if it kills us both - and it just well may.

Add in the fact that I might not have thought it through completely before taunting my niece. (She still has her youth.) Though I had 2 weeks to build up to my 10,000 steps before she started and I'm ahead for now, once she hits her stride I'll be eating crow three meals a day!

In all seriousness, this little competition has been a great thing for all of us. We've been so focused on keeping up in the race that our fat cells haven't had a chance to figure out what we're pulling on them yet! 

I'm so excited for the 3 of us to get into shape and feel great about ourselves, that I almost forgot about the reunion coming up in August! YIKES!

Yes, sisters - once they grow up are the strongest relationships. I can call my sister anything I want (and I do each time Fitbit tells me she's ahead again!) but you'd try it at your own peril! Love you sis!