So, I’ve been working with a trainer for the past two months or so. I’m losing weight, but it’s slow, about a pound a week. In the first couple weeks, I actually gained two pounds. :( Disheartening, but I pushed through it.
A couple weeks ago, I was talking to my sister, Jo on the phone and mentioned that I’d lost six pounds.
The next day she calls me at work and shouts down the phone line: “Game ON!”
Jo: Game ON!
Me: You’re going to need to elaborate.
Jo: I just joined a new gym and the game is totally ON! We’ll see who can lose more weight by the time I see you in June.
Me: OK. That’s sounds cool. (I’m already pretty committed to losing weight, but a little healthy competition is never hurt anyone)
A week later she calls to check in.
Jo: I lost five pounds this week! How about you?
Me: Um.... One.
Jo: (sounding like I’d just popped her balloon) One?!
Me: Yeah. One. It’s always one. (I try not to sound defensive)
Jo: But you said you’d lost six pounds…?
Me: Yeah, in SIX WEEKS.
Jo: Oh. Well, I’m planning to lose 15 more by June.
Me: (I’ll be lucky if I lose 15# by Labor Day) June is four weeks away. Is that healthy?
Jo: Sure! four to five pounds a week is normal.
Me: Um… No. It’s not. How many calories are you eating?
Jo: I’m trying to stay under 1,000
Me: That’s insane.
Madame EEE makes a prediction: Jo will meet her goal to lose 15 pounds by June. Hard not to when she’s practically starving herself. HOWEVER, once this short-term deadline is reached, she will fall off the wagon HARD and gain back ten pounds in a month. (Madame EEE has seen it happen before, specifically she has seen it happen with Jo before)
Unless I can convince her to chill a bit. (Not easy – she inherited impatience from our dad and stubborn from mom) I am trying to steer her towards a healthier calorie count/goal.
But the competitive Force is strong in my family. I have it. My father has it. My sister has it… (sorry, channeling Luke Skywalker…) Bader. Anyway, I am resisting the urge to cut my calories, too. Since I truly feel that I’m at the lower threshold of my daily operating budget, resistance is far from futile (D'oh! Mixing my sci-fi metaphors again!)
But hey! It’s Friday! And Friday is my diet holiday! Shalom Deli here I come!
Mmmmm…. bagel & lox….
Happy Friday, all!