My sister is within a kilo or so of my weight – I dunno how she keeps losing weight being chronically fatigued and all, but she does. So she’s decided she’s going to get to a lower weight than me – bring it on, biatch, I say. Even if she does weigh less than me, I’m still thinner being about a foot taller than her but that doesn’t mean I want to weigh more.
Instead of being all helpful and supportive to each other, we are full on in sabotage mode (and now I have the Beastie Boys song stuck in my head). Last night at the supermarket, I kept telling her she deserved a packet of chips cos she’s been working so hard. She’s been planning on planting tempting snack foods around the house. The sabotage is backfiring though cos it just makes each of us more determined NOT to each junk.
Not that I’ll be eating much anyway, woke up sick as a dog this morning. I’d planned to get up and go for a run – ended up struggling with the getting up bit, let alone running.