  Weight: 288 Food: Was in Atlanta today - went to an English tea for lunch and Italian for dinner. Tomorrow is weigh-in, but I wouldn't be surprised if I broke even. I had Italian for dinner in Atlanta. I only ate 1/2 my entree, but I feel 'heavy. ' Other news: I found my apt. in Atlanta today!
I did a ton of research but I really believe God led me to the right one today. It was the LAST ONE I saw, and it's also by far the cheapest one available in Buckhead. Yet I have all new carpet, walls and appliances, with new hardwood floors in the bathroom! NICE! I would tell you guys where it is, but you'd just drive the price up when you flocked out to rent a place. hehe... Btw, this place has an AWESOME fitness center that I will most definitely be using often!
What I want to talk about today is a friend of mine that lives in Atlanta, and who, by the way, is excited about my imminent return to the city! I'm also excited to see her more often. This friend successfully lost 140 lbs. a couple of years ago and she is now pregnant. We even started our own weight loss company together (I dropped out when I had to take over the family business... then I promptly gained 80 lbs.!). Now that she is pregnant, however, she's gained quite a bit of weight and she's over 200 lbs.
And she still has 5 months to go. Is it so bad to say that, in a way, I'm glad she's gaining? It's not that I want her to be fat, or that I want her to suffer. It's that I feel as if I can catch up ! When we were losing together, she was always approximately 25 lbs. ahead of me.
It was obvious to me (at all times) that she received a certain amount of smug pleasure out of that fact. Whenever I tried to give her weight loss advice, she would say something along the lines of, "Well, when you get below XXX lbs., then maybe you'll understand. " or "Would you like my size 18s? I can't fit into them anymore. " That irritated me to no end! I mean, what is really the difference between 240 lbs.
and 215 lbs.??? Anyway, she's about 208 lbs. right now. I'm 288. If I can lose about 40 lbs. before she's due, and she gains about 20 lbs.
or so in the next 5 months, then we'll once again be 20-25 lbs. apart. Now, I'm sure she'll be much too involved with her new baby to be concerned about such a trivial thing, and I would expect her to drop the weight as quickly as she gained it, but I must admit... I long for the day that my weight is lower than hers. I crave it like a fish craves water. Of course, I'm being quite unreasonable.
I mean, come on, I'm trying to compete with a pregnant lady. There's no honor in that! But there is most definitely a guilty pleasure. A few weeks ago she asked me for the clothes that I can no longer wear because I've gained so much weight. I can't tell you the horrible, selfish joy I felt in handing those same size 18s that she gave me right back to her. Actually, she's a wonderful friend and I know that she fears the weight gain.
I know that she offered her old clothes to me because it's very difficult to update your wardrobe when your size decreases once per month. I know that her weight loss journey has been long and arduous, and I only wish the best for her - a trim, svelte body and a long, rewarding life. However, this blog is not about how she feels or what she's going through. It's about my journey, and for the record, I must confess - if I could see the look on her face the day I'm just one pound lighter than her, it would make all this worthwhile. Think of me what you will. I'm just a squirrel, trying to get a nut. 
