This is a true story, y'all! If you spend any quality time around my house y'all would figure out pretty fast that my hubby and I are both very competitive with each other. Oh, it's not the uncomfortable kind...we like to kid and joke around. Even our tennis class laughs when we play against each other. We are both a good sport about it all but we like to win (and remind the other by breaking into a silly victory dance).
Well, we both need to drop a few pounds and decided to challenge each other by who could drop the most weight first. We decided to cut out sweets (we love us some chocolate). The first day went by ok but the second (I was crawling the walls). I was detoxing for some chocolate really bad. The third day I was in sugar shock and started to feel weak as my body was adjusting to no chocolate in the blood stream. My husband was going through it as well but being stubborn we didn't dare break down. Neither one of us wanted to admit to being the weakest link so we concentrated on the taste of sweet victory.
The other night I was awoken by a sharp pain in my shoulder. And when I say a sharp pain I mean it was an excruciating pain. I couldn't believe my eyes as they shot open. My husband was biting me!!! I slapped his head and leaped from the bed. I screamed, "What on the earth do you think you're doing?" My husband was dazed and confused as I flipped on the light. No joke this is what he says, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite you. I was dreaming I was eating a donut (as he wiped the drool from his mouth). It was huge and chocolate but no matter how hard I tried to bite down I couldn't get it in my mouth." I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants. I told him, "Get up. I'm making some chocolate chip cookies before anyone else gets hurt." I'll tell ya, if Weight Watchers had a crises line......LOL!!!