For the first time since I was in 8th grade, my sister and I weigh roughly the same.
She has always been the skinny sister and I was always the fat one.
It helped her that she always worked on her feet and was walking miles a day and when at home running after 3 kids.
We were talking yesterday and we realized that we wear the same size.
I am going to Washington next week to visit family. I get there on Tuesday, and my sister will get there from Texas, on Friday.
I have a feeling that I will be coming back missing a few cute outfits. But she is my sister, so I won't mind giving them up...too much.
I also convinced her to try Zumba with me. They have classes at the YMCA and my mom can get us 2 week passes.