This isn't fair

I lift weights 3 times a week, try to do at least 3 hours of cardio work, try to stick as close as possible to my weight loss plan and I eke out a couple of pounds lost at weigh-in. This includes finding the lightest clothes I have and taking off my shoes. Michael practically eats whatever he wants whenever he wants (on Tuesday he ate a whole Cosi TBM sandwich for lunch and for dinner Wednesday he had a salad, entree, and part of my dessert) and still loses a pound. I love him and I'm happy for him, I'm jealous, I would like to eat like that.

I exaggerate, weigh-in was actually very good for me. I am now down 22 pounds; I still have 18 to lose but as long as I see progress I'm happy.

After weigh-in, Michael and I went to a bagel shop for breakfast. Ben, who I thought would be hungry, was in a good mood. I hollowed out a bagel for him, and fed him a jar of rice cereal with apples and bananas. When we got home. We played a little then I went to the gym. In about an hour I have to leave to get my hair done.