It's just not fair.
This is a bit of a vent and a bit of reflection that I just wanted to put out there. It's not new, but I'm feeling it today. And I feel a bit alone in it today.
You know those studies that tell us that even when we lose weight, we'll be eating on average 20% LESS than someone with an identical body size to us in order to maintain our new weight. Why? For several reasons, our metabolisms become more effective at running our body on much less food. Hooray - we'd survive way easier in times of famine... But where I live in the USA, we don't have famine. We have 24/7 opportunities for gluttony.
I've known all this information for some time, but sometimes it gets to me. For example, today my sister who has ALWAYS been very slim mentioned that she counted her calories recently just to see, and she maintains her 95 lbs at 5' 3" with 1700-1800 calories, give or take. And she doesn't exercise. (Just a note - she's very healthy and proportionate for age and her teeny tiny frame - her doctors are always thrilled with her). If I did that, I'd gain weight (and I'm overweight now).
And when I eventually hit goal, I'll always have to eat less than everyone else my size. My sister has effortlessly maintained her weight, and I've struggled with overweight and obesity since age 6 (when I started to get chubby).
None of this is new, none of it is shocking, but it is a downer sometimes. I don't know if I've always had a more efficient (read: irritating and so not fit for my modern existence in the USA) metabolism, or if it is because I've lost/gained weight several times over the years. Or both.
I'm not upset by it necessarily, nor am I depressed by it or dishearted, but it is kind of saddening and I sometimes feel a little bitter about it. I never had a chance to be normal and healthy with my weight. I was overfed from a very young age by well-meaning parents (things had changed a lot after my sister was born - way less strict with food consumption). I think that's the part that gets me - for a long time, I had no control over it and I got off to a really bad start before I could do anything at all to stop it. Now I'm dealing with the fallout of bad habits, excess fat for years, and a ton of crap. It definitely could've been worse, but it also could've been so much better.
I don't have kids, but when I do I want to give them a better start than that. I'll work darn hard to do that. I was never taught about healthy choices - spaghettios and hot dogs were "healthy" for my childhood. I was forced to finish my food (my dad would sit in front of me and stare at me for an hour or so until I ate, even if I wasn't hungry). I had no idea what was healthy until I educated myself years later.
But I'm figuring out what to do now, and it works when I do it. I want to live healthier, and overall I don't mind eating less (better for me, better for the planet), but I have to be dang smart about it for it to be a success. There is little effortlessness for me.
At the same time as feeling sad that I'll never get to have what my sister has, I'm glad she'll never have what I have. I hope she never does.
Anyone else?



