When you leave Starbucks, to find the $4 triple Americano you waited 15 minutes for only has two shots, life isn't fair. When a boyfriend, who you paid for more on gas and meals than you wish to recall, doesn't offer to help when your tire blows only 10 minutes from his house, life isn't fair. When a tornado wipes out your hometown, blows down your house and sucks up your belongings, life isn't fair. In such instances it is perfectly understandable that one would find life to be unfair.
However, when you skip lunch then consume 6 slices of pizza for dinner only to feel sick and bloated, life is fair. When you go to the fitting room and discover the 16-year-old-cheerleader's figure you thought you had is only a figment of your imagination (since you haven't done a jumping jack since high school,) life is fair. When you realize your nightly bowl of Hagen Daz is the contributing factor to your extra 10 lbs, while your kid brother scarfs down half a pan of brownies without gaining an ounce, guess what? Life is fair.
That is how I've come to view it.
It's often the case that when we eat what we know we shouldn't and gain weight, somehow "life just isn't fair." One acts as if they're cursed because they can't maintain their runner's waist line, as well as their bachelor habit of chips and dip for dinner. It's funny how we love certain foods but hate our bodies after eating such foods. Within moments we are trapped, thinking a chocolate cookie (or several) is necessary (because just one is never necessary.) And whether you'll admit it or not, you feel it's unfair how these "necessary" foods make you feel. So why do we tell ourselves we can still indulge without restraint? Why is life so unfair?
When I went to Burlington High, I remember sitting in the back of Mr. Costa's history class with a friend. Weekly we would gripe and moan about a gorgeous cheerleader in class who, without fail, would chow down on Cheez-its and Sour Patch Kids just after lunch. "You know though, those cheerleaders practice for about 2 hours every day." She just had to remind me. Nonetheless it would bug me to no end that this tiny, big-eyed brunette would eat and eat and remain effortlessly tiny. I would eat, with a workout consisting of no more than preparing for voice lessons or monologues from "Sense and Sensibility" after school, (side note: Yes, I was that chunky music theater girl in high school) while remaining unsatisfied with how I felt and looked. The stack of fitness magazines in my room made no difference either, no matter how many times I flipped through them. Once the rubber met the road though and I began making healthy decisions, I've learned, in all fairness, your outcome is a clear reflection of your choices and priorities in life. The task of loosing extra weight or breaking seemingly harmless habits can be daunting. But you can spend time pitying yourself or change it. In all fairness, everyone has the choice to change.