I love her dearly. Let me just say that from the get go. She is funny, witty, 8 years younger than me, and probably 120 lbs soaking wet.

Let me tell you about the other side of her. She is a feeder not an eater. She can nibble and toss the better part of a cookie away. She bakes fattening goodies and brings them to the office (thankfully I work with her just one day a week). Family parties are occasions to show off her baking prowess. However, she strictly monitors what she keeps in her refrigerator and cupboards so that her husband and daughters don't overindulge, and they whine about never having goodies at home because she never makes anything for them.

We are nothing alike physically. I believe she likes it that way. Really. She has rewarded my past weight loss with the most decadent, rich, calorie laden desserts you can think of. If she even senses that I'm trying to change my way of eating, the games begin. "Special treats" just for me. "Oh you just have to try this" and "I made this just for you" are code words for "I know what you're up to, and let me make sure I do my part to trip you up." It's happened before, and now, two weeks into my Spark adventure, her radar is up.

But not this time. I'm on to her. I have the tools to make it work. And I know that I have to be prepared for the boulders (temptations) she's going to throw in my path.

Sister, bring it!