Say that title again while whining. That is my tone.
I have been trying to lose weight since the first of the year. I am not overweight and it isn't a medical necessity. I just want to go ahead and say that I understand there are people out there who's reasons for weight lossare more importnat than mine. Mine reason is equal parts vanity and competitivenes.
Vanity - The Coach is taking me on a cruise this summer. (I haven't told you this yet! I am so stinking excited.) I want to buy a bikini and be looking hot even though my fortieth birthday is right around the corner.
Competitiveness - As you know I am always looking for some way to run faster. (Ok. Fast.) I figured if I were lighter it would be easier. Right?
So as part of these vain, competitive pursuits I have cleaned up my eating act. I haven't starved myself by any means, but I have taken strides to stop "wasting calories" on things I don't truly enjoy. For example, I love McDonald's fries, but usually three or three dips into the bag is enough. In the past I just kept eating them because they were there.
My plan was to lose fifteen pounds by July. I figured six months to lose fifteen pounds was fairly conservative and also it would not cause my mom to screech at me and try to force feed me chicken fried steak. (Kidding Mom, I am ALWAYS willing to eat your chicken fried steak.)
I have lost nine pounds since January. It has involved tracking calories, looking up "lighter" fast food options, gearing WAY down on food on days I don't workout. I haven't been starving, but I have been doing more than just HOPING to lose weight.
Here is the unfair part.
My son, Ty, was told he needed to drop a few pounds before next football season. He is a big guy. He needs to be faster. I didn't disapprove of the message because you should see what the kid eats. He decided to give up cokes. He decided this right before spring break and I was skeptical about how well the plan would work with that timing. I was very impressed the whole time we were on our little vacation and even after we came back he stuck to tea and water.
He lost five pounds in two weeks.
Really? He didn't change his eating habits. He still comes home and eats an entire can of cold ravioli as part of his after school snack. He didn't quit eating Little Debbi brownies either.
He lost five pounds.
The Coach usually goes on a baseball season diet, because he doesn't want to be the fat coach in the white baseball pants. He quit eating the 67 boxes of Girl Scout cookies he ordered. He lost six pounds in one week.
I hate them both.
It is not fair.
(But ha ha on them, neither of them will be getting a bikini!)
What unfairness exists in your life these days?