Biggest waste of money

Oh my. I haven't composed a post in quite some time. I'm battling organic chemistry and microbiology college classes right now and blogging is far down on my to do list, just beneath laundry. But, something happened today I just had to share.
First, the confession. I am a fat person. Fat, fat, fat. I don't feel morbidly obese, but a psychiatrist told me once I was grotesque. I'll take that xanax now and ask you never to call me again. Anyway, there are two people in my life that have had life altering surgery to renew their own battle of the bulge. This is not an option for me, within these United States, because I am not fat enough. True.
I admire these women and their courage. The thought of anesthesia scares the bejesus out of me. Their results are remarkable but their journeys are polar opposites.
I work with "Darla" at the hospital. She was almost 300lbs and opted to have the gastric bypass. Darla lost 15lbs in a little over a week and her weight loss is steady. Unfortunately her lifestyle habits have not changed. Only that it takes her 5 hours to eat a piece of chicken is any different.
Lu and I are in organic chemistry together and have had other classes together in the distant past. When I first saw her in September, she was as large as I remember her, although I was larger than before. Lu was very heavy; heavier than 300lbs. I haven't asked what her starting weight was, yet. She opted to have the lap band procedure. She is the incredible shrinking woman. Lu spends hours a day at the local YMCA enjoying water aerobics and the treadmill. She is even looking into a sports conditioning class. Lu is still very large but her clothes giver away her secret. To me, she is a real inspiration. "Darla" is just a source of jealousy. I wish I had surgery and couldn't eat.
This week I have taken a page out of Lu's book and started to exercise again. I spend some time in the gym in the mornings after work just moving.
This week is national pharmacy week and our pharmacy celebrated with an ice cream social. "Darla" was lamenting her desire for ice cream and declaring how bad the sugar would be for her system. "The sugar would make me feel all . . ." she lolled out her tongue and rolled her head back. This was the end.
So I thought. When I walked by her 5 minutes later she had a scoop of ice cream in a cup covered in caramel sauce. I don't know why she showed me. I took it from her and threw it in the trash. I know this upset her. "I can have a little sugar, my system needs sugar," she said. I just walked off. Folks, she is officially lighter than me as of a month ago.
I told her of my exercise exploits and how my butt hurts from the stationary bike. Even when I was exhausted this week, I dragged myself into the gym and zoned out on the treadmill in front of the television. Her encouraging words: "I'm just so tired. My doctor told me to start taking the stairs. I live on the third floor so I do take the stairs."
Listen, I've lived on the third floor for three years and still managed to pack on 50 pounds people. This isn't exercise. Ugh.
What a waste of money!