My sisters are great!
Ten, twelve, maybe twenty times a year, we start a diet contest. Out of the blue, an email arrives and it reads something like this:
No carbs for 48 hours – who’s in?
The emails fly back and forth.
“Do you mean no carbs or low carbs?”
“When do the 48 hours start – can it wait until after bowling?”
“Tammy, where are you? Are you in?”
At some point, four of the five of us sisters throw our diet hats into the ring. (The youngest of us has no need for our contests.) We start with a vengeance. Emails, myfitnesspal postings, texts and even an actual phone call or two pass back and forth and the contest takes life.
That no-carb contest – I made it one day, lost 2 pounds and had my girlfriend Christmas party the following night. I ate taco dip and chips…