A True Haggler- one's sister

You know those people who you love to death and you would do anything for them but sometimes you just want them to stop talking and go away for a bit? Those people who are almost excessively silent in public but at home they talk peoples ears off? Those people that always have Really funny stories and when you have one, they have one too, and who ends up sharing the funny story? Not you! Well, from experience, sometimes (but Only Sometimes) they make you want to cast some nerdy spell on them, (preferably one that actually works, because no, those wands and words from Harry-Potter-Ville don't work- I've tried. -kidding-) or maybe just ban them to Who-ville for a bit, someplace where their talking needs will be filled, but not- anyway, the point is, this is how I feel about my sister.

I've told you about her running plans and her weird diets- ok no, I haven't told you about all of those, sometimes I just have to laugh at her antics -and how she goes to look up a lot of 'How to get fit' articles, you know, that's ok, it's cool, when she...keeps it to herself. But telling me me that a cup full of spinach is one more calorie than a cup of lettuce? (Seriously? It's one calorie, who cares? Uber-random!) That eating a smaller breakfast of
1 apple = 90 calories
rather than
1 pkg. oatmeal = 240 calories (I know! Did you know oatmeal had so many calories! No! Joke! I don't really care!)
will help me eat less throughout the day since I apparently over-eat. :/ (I like food! It's good!)
Now she has decided that I need to help her with every one of them.

We have this thing right? Pinkie-promises, you can't break 'em, just cause its always been like that. Now every time that she decides to do some crazy diet or strange workout, she stalks over to me (yes! Stalks! Like she's a cheetah and I'm her prey!) corners me in an unsuspecting place, (like the bathroom- who does that!- or at one of the computers - really, they are in the corners of our main room) and says:

Sis: 'I'll never ask for anything from you ever again if you just become my running buddy'
Me: ...staring straight ahead silently...
Sis: 'Please please please please please?!'
Me: ...if mouse stays very still and doesn't pay attention, the cat will get bored and go away...
Sis: 'Just pink-promise me okay? then I'll leave you alone!' she says, grabbing my pinkie and forcing it around her own. 'promise!'
Me: abandoning silence for a better man (and how could that be - John Mayer, Gravity) 'Uuuuuuugh fine! Now leave me alone'
Sis:  'Ok? Really, you'll do it?'
Me: nodding wearily
Sis: well that was easy, anxious to get more out of her deal than just a running buddy 'Okay! Running buddy! Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday...and then swimming on Tuesdays and Thursdays, okay?'
Me: thought she said she'd leave me alone... narrowing eyes at screen/nothing
Sis: 'AL-right?'

Such is my unfortunate life, always being haggled into doing more than I say I will- the thing is, lately pinkie-promises aren't as sacred, and now when she asks me if I'll at least back her up while she goes for the Atkins Diet I half nod while shaking my head vigorously on the inside.

Half-way Over the Moon

You don't know me. But let's just say, for the sake of this blog, that you do. If you are reading this blog because the title looked funny and sentimental, I would click off and move on to a more interesting blog. I've never really done this before, and my little sister -Tina- made the name of this blog. I think she might have some sort of fascination with Charlie's because, though she can't remember the password to the blog she created for herself, she named it Mr. Charlie Cupcake. -Now you see what I meant with the whole Charlie thing.

I almost didn't remember why I created this blog in the first place, but then I recalled why:

                       (As Adrian Monk used to say) ~ Here's what happened ~

Tina and I were in our room sitting on her bed, when she brought up the subject of being 'in shape'. - yeah I  know, it's another fascination that she has, getting 'in shape'.- Then she said something that surprised me. "Sannie, you're fat."...ok it might have not been exactly like that, it was more like this: "Sannie, you're fat. But don't worry, so am I! We are what I call skinny-fat" she then went on to tell me how we needed to work out, diet, -while not REALLY dieting- and run a whole lot. Then she came up with this brilliant plan. To have a blog as a sort of...work-out diary. According to Tina and her little bible of obvious truths and facts that 'everybody' knows, if something is on the internet, you're more likely to keep up with your promises and stay vigilant. About a week later she found 'The Running Plan' of course, she thought it was brilliant and wanted to stay true to it...I don't really know how that's been going. A few weeks later, she decided that she wanted to lose twenty pounds so that she could be 90 pounds. My oldest sister made a wise-crack about this and said, "What are you going to do? Amputate a leg?!" You may think she was exaggerating there, but I wouldn't be surprised if Tina's legs weighed 20 pounds each, they are pretty awesome. (She get's them from my Dad) I guess where I'm trying to go with this is...my sister just so happens to be right. I am skinny-fat. And the terrible diet of not-anything-good that I started having since I started taking my really hard Summer-A Art Appreciation class isn't making me get any better at not breathing hard after the first 20 minutes of soccer every saturday. Which by the way I missed last saturday. So here's how it's going to go down, this blog is going to be my --Me staying (or more like getting) fit-slash-This is how my life's going, for my family members who live halfway across the country.--blog. yup don't worry, that's not what I'm going to call it so you don't have to use a series of random-seeming letters to shorten it. We'll just call this My Fish in the Sky. Though I must say when we were going over names,  really did want it to be called Half-way Over the Moon.