Monday, July 09, 2012
For the record, it is very frustrating when friends who spend their days doing nothing, napping, and going out to eat lose four pounds over the course of the same week that I spent working out for 30-60 minutes almost every day and watching what I ate like a hawk, measuring EVERY serving, every spoonful and I gained.
I want to be happy for her, but this really isn't fair. *stomps foot* I am working my ass off, knowing full well that I am going to struggle to keep working out and watching what I eat like this once school starts...
I hate that she is already a size 10 and got their by laying around on her butt all summer, eating out twice a day, and running once a week, if she wakes up on time.
I have to keep reminding myself that this isn't a contest. It's not a her vs. me thing. It's a me vs. me thing. The only person I can control is me, and the choices I make. I know that her body is different and does different things than mine. It processes food differently. I get that.
But DANG it is frustrating.
This is why I don't run with her anymore. I am not as fast as she is, and I felt embarrassed when she'd wait for me at the corner or at the bridge. I feel exactly the same about this.
And...my PLACE test results will be available later today. So I am going to be on pins and needles all day...even though I know that they won't arrive in my email till sometime between 5 and 10 my time....and I know that what's done is done. I am fairly certain I passed, but it's nerve wracking anyway.
Well, I guess I will do something resembling strength training to vent my frustrations...might as well be productive instead of sitting here obsessing about it.