No Contest

Anyone who has played Cranium, Taboo, or Super Uno with us knows that Zach and I are super competitive. OK, OK, I'm super competitive against Zach. He once informed me that I'm a sore loser ("I don't wanna play anymore.") and a sore winner ("Ha ha! Take that! I kicked your bootay!"). So when I told him I needed some motivation to get my mash potatoes belly back in shape, we decided a competition would get me movin' again.

Here are the rules, which Zach has excuse after excuse for bending and breaking. We started a few weeks ago, and it lasts through March 31. Whoever works out for more days during that time gets $50 spending money (this is significant cash considering our current save-for-a-house-on-one-income budget) and a slave for a day. Working out has to be at least 20 minutes long and can include yoga but has to be a set-aside time, i.e. walking for 20 minutes from the bus stop to work does not count as a workout--a clarification that had to be made after Zach tried to get workout credit for his commute. He's such a cheater.

As you may have guessed, this competition has begun to lack its motivating power because there's just no contest! I am three days ahead of Zach and have begun to plan where I'm going to spend my 50 bucks (maybe a mani and pedi or a wrinkle-free button up shirt...) and what uses I can put my slave to (the kitchen floor is in sore need of a good mopping).