I try not to be so hard on Fat Jen. After all, she was completely in charge for a long, long time. Then out of nowhere, this Thin Jen comes along and takes over. She starts taking things away from Fat Jen. Like Mountain Dew, and Doritos, and Wendy's hamburgers and fries.
Poor Fat Jen was bewildered and scared. And then, if that wasn't enough, Thin Jen starts doing things to the body - like running and jumping and sweating.
As the pounds went away, and Thin Jen started to take over completely, Fat Jen went into a corner. She became silent and slept. She came out only on rare occasions - like Thanksgiving and Christmas. And Fat Jen was happy on those days. And Thin Jen tolerated her and then quickly drove her back into her corner.
Then goal weight was hit. And certain privileges were granted. And Fat Jen woke up and came back to life. But I'm telling you - you give that BITCH an INCH and she'll take a MILE. Which is what she did when we were camping. Thin Jen was pretty tolerant. She let Fat Jen eat a S'More - actually more then one. And then she let her have a muffin and trail mix and she put very few demands on her as far as intense exercise.
So Fat Jen did not want to go back in her corner once camping was over. She kept yelling that we are still on vacation and that it is only fair that we continue to indulge. And she pointed out all kinds of yummy things that we should eat.
And when it comes to exercise, Fat Jen is pretty happy to just chill out and not exert herself. And Thin Jen got a little scared - this is the first time that Fat Jen has been so persistent and strong in a very, very long time.
But then Thin Jen found her footing. And for the last few days, Thin Jen has been winning the war. We've gotten into healthy eating again with ZERO over-indulgences. And this morning, Thin Jen said that it was time for a run. And Fat Jen reminded everyone that on Friday we couldn't run at all because of a severe flare up of Achilles Tendonitis. And she said that we risked injury if we decided to run. So Thin Jen told her that we wouldn't run too far if there was pain. And Fat Jen pouted. During the run Fat Jen said that even though the Achilles was feeling pretty good it could go bad at any time and we should turn around. So Thin Jen had no choice but to punch her in the face - and ran 13.1 miles.
Our weight this morning was 120.6. Still a little high, but it's coming down as my system gets back to normal, and I'm confident that it will continue to drop in the next few days.
So I'm sorry Fat Jen. You can come out and play once and a while, but never again will you control us.