My friend is having lapband surgery today. I am really happy for her. Really. We were supposed to go through this together, but she couldn't get hers scheduled until a few months after mine. I don't know if I would have had the guts to go through with mine if it hadn't been for her.
Now for the confession. I'm worried she is going to be more successful than me. Ugh! Sounds terrible doesn't it. I feel like such a schmuck. We've joined Weight Watchers together in the past and she always lost more than me. Even when I exercised and she didn't, she'd still lose more than me. Intellectually I know that it's not my fault - or hers. People have different metabolisms and it is what it is, but I've kind of enjoyed being on this journey without comparing myself. Yea, sure, I do compare myself to all of you and most of you are kicking my butt, but it's just not the same as someone I see frequently.
Okay, now that's off my chest. I feel a little better.