I have a pretty good friend (guy) that is about my stature, he has always had a weight problem, as I did. He is about 30# overweight now. We have spoken many times about Medifast, he is completely supportive, and still is. When I started Medifast, and began losing weight to the point I shared it, he decided to do something about his weight. He (because we eat together and hold each other accountable) lost about 25 pounds since I was losing. Tell me this was not a competitive thing, though he would never admit it!! I know for a fact it was a competitive thing. Ya think? Typical man thing, or is this a woman thing also? Anywho, he successfully dropped that 25#, and still (according to him) has about 25 to go. I weigh 224 and he weighs about 245. I think he looks fine (a Clooney he is not – lol) I know he is faithful to maintaining while in my presence, at home is a different story.
I lunch with him regularly. He is real lazy, and will not bring his lunch. He lives about 10 minutes from work. I, 99% of the time bring my rations, and we trek to his house where he makes his lunch, and we play cards or watch TV while eating.
On Friday’s we go out. I generally order the same thing (actual items omitted to protect the Medi-public) from generally the same place. My order (regaling today’s escapade) comes with a small side cup of mayonnaise laden macaroni salad (sorry for the exact item – this is a point) I never eat it, and he knows it, so he grab’s mine, with my approval, and eats both containers.
Here in lies the problem for me. Why do I secretly want him to eat this? I feel like I should be the one that gets the glory, from losing the weight, not him. I am not a bad guy, and I would NEVER take any glory from him, but the mean part of me secretly wants him to eat this additional portion, so he does not get close to me in weight. We (while walking around the building twice a day) talk frequently about weight, when I hear he has lost a pound or 2, it does not make me mad, but it sort of knives me in the side. Dang it, he lost a pound or 2!! When he says, oh the scale did not change, or that he gained a pound or 2, I secretly feel “ah-ha” good!!
Why am I like this? I don’t like this side of me. This is not me. This is not the Mike I know. I want him to be what he wants/needs to be. I could care less what he looks like, or what he weighs – common, he is my great friend.
So, why do I fret over this?
Hiding in shame.