Random rant: so... My sister annoys me perpetually. She acts about 12 half the time (she's in her forties and about 4 years older than me) she's obsessive about stuff. Goes to napa=wine expert, goes to Italy=expert in all things Italian...etc etc. she's finally decided to get in shape (just about the same time I finish the bulk of my dissertation and reward myself by a renewed gym membership). About 5 years ago I lost 50 lbs, but have put 20 back on. That sz 8 went to a sz 12. I'm wanting to lose that 20 again so I can stand the sight of myself in a mirror.
So she starts, gets a gym trainer, is suddenly the nutrition expert and Jillian Michael's all rolled into one.. Posts about the weight she's losing...pics of her shakes.. Whining about whole foods stores not being local (where she's never shopped in her life until now)
I work out 3-5 times a week... Like hard... Like my old cardio and resistance workouts. Started watching nutrition again and eating right. Really thought things were starting to head the right way... But refused to step on a scale because they're the essence of evil and I wanted to be sure I'd see something positive... So I waited to do that FOR SIX WEEKS...
She's lost 18 pounds.
In six weeks of working...
I've gained 3.
WTFfffffffffff! I totally bailed on the gym this week. So annoyed. What's the $&@; point!? At this rate in another six weeks ill pack on a few more! Don't gimme the whole "it's muscle" junk... In six weeks?? I should've burned some fat with all the new "muscle" which is debatable anyway. The overall number SHOULD be headed in the negative.
I've got a husband of almost 17 years, two kids, principal of a high school and my kids are emerging level 5 (only this board gets the time commitment there) and I'm defending my dissertation 900 miles away on Wednesday. A mortgage a dog...a cat... Piloting national board certification for administrators (another 100 pages of paper writing and videos etc etc)
She has an apartment, a job (which pays more than mine) and a car... No other responsibilities to take her time so she can live at the gym if she feels like it and make protein shakes and generally lose a go zillion pounds and be fabulous... Whereas I...
Apparently...
Get to be a cow forever.
Do they make cow print swimsuits!? I might need one of those! Can't wait for the new workout queen to give me a thousand tips on how to run or eat for the half marathon I'm running (again, ran it last year... Was the first I ever ran) in April. I'm sure she will. I ranted about this a bit in my Facebook and have already gotten the hand rubbing, condescending, oh poor little girl just doesn't understand fitness and nutrition reply.
Grrrrrrr.
Sorry to rant but no one else gets that I just want to scream from a building how much this sucks... Or jump off of it.
