After a few summer trips, snaffoos with our exercise regiment, and overall lack of self-discipline, Greg and I are unhappy with our weight going into the next few months. With a trip coming up where we know we will probably be eating a lot, and the holidays on the horizon, we realized that we had to do something about it now. We decided to compete amongst ourselves in a “Biggest Loser”-type fashion.

On Tuesday, we weighed ourselves. We both want to lose 10 lbs.

We devised these rules for The Biggest Loser, Home Edition:

The winner is determined by whoever gets closest to their target goal before leaving for our two-week trip.

Every Tuesday until then is “weigh-in.”

The loser at weigh-in must do a task that the winner has been bugging them about. (i.e. Greg must do the weekly grocery shopping at COSTCO, Selena must finally organize all of her photos and put them online to share.)

Caroline Rhea impressions must be split evenly between us.

Already, things have gotten cutthroat as Greg and I are fiercely competitive with each other. Last Thursday at an Orioles game, Greg got a text: “Hope you are enjoying that beer, because I’m writing down what I need from Costco.” Today Greg said, “I really think we should go to the Renn Faire,” despite that it was already 2:00 and our friends were leaving it. As I found out later, Greg was banking on my vice (which is anything I can eat at the Renn Faire) to give him the leg up. Giant turkey leg up, that is.

Oh, it’s on. Update on Tuesday.