Stinky Tramps

You know what stinks?

It's when you starve yourself for 6 weeks, eat stuff that has no real taste, count every calorie, exercise and, because your metabolism is clearly at a near standstill, you REJOICE with trumpets and the clanging of cymbals when you lose even .2 pounds in a week. "Any progress is progress, " you tell yourself, and you kind of do believe it. And then you eat at Bob Evans with your parents and AFTER the meal you find out that stupid little SALAD clocks in at 1250 calories (more than you're allowed in a day--what was IN that stupid thing? Grilled chicken, lettuce, dried cranberries? LARD?) But, that's okay, you've saved your 'extra calories' for the week and you'll just use them on the stupid salad...instead of the fabulous meal you were planning to use it on...but whatever. And you're losing, but it is slower than a snails pace...but you're losing.

Wait, no, that's not the 'stinks' part.

What stinks is that you're going through all of that and, unbeknownst to you, the woman that you see on a fairly regular basis who probably weighed about 230 in January snuck off without telling and had the belly band surgery, and so in almost the same amount of time that you've manage to drop 8.4 pounds (give or take three weeks) she's dropped "a little over FIFTY!!!" and says she's lost the weight by "just eating less."

She's such a tramp. ;-p

-b