I got some news earlier today that shocked and dismayed me. Initially I wanted to cry but instead took a deep breath and composed myself. The emotional trauma has sunk in and has resulted in my being even more motivated to lose weight.
I weigh more than my boyfriend. Did you read what I just wrote? I weigh more than my boyfriend.
Let’s break that down so we all understand the meaning of that sentence.
I = Me, Maggie
Weigh = to measure the heaviness of
More = a greater value
Than = taken as the point of departure of a comparison expressive of inequality
My = belonging to me, Maggie
Boyfriend = frequent or regular male companion of a girl or woman.
In other words, Maggie’s heaviness is of a greater value as compared to the heaviness of Maggie’s regular male companion.
Holy shit! This isn’t good. God love the Rail Thin Boyfriend for really not wanting to tell me what he weighed, quickly denying that he thought the scale was not calibrated so it is measuring too light, and for saying he’s not particularly happy to be so thin. Also in his defense, he had to tell me what he weighed to avoid the tantrum I was going to have if he didn’t.
He also said, “When we both accomplish our goals, think how hot we’ll be.” uh, yeah.
So whilst I am attempting to somehow reduce my girth with 1200-1500 calories a day, Rail Thin Boyfriend is trying to eat 3500 calories a day which I can do with little or no effort.