IT'S NOT FAIR that I can be perfectly 100% on plan and it takes weeks to take off 2 pounds and one weekend of decadance can put it all back on.
IT'S NOT FAIR that I have to analyze and think about every single thing that goes into my mouth rather then just eating like a normal person.
IT'S NOT FAIR that I know people that eat massive amounts of food and never put on a pound.
IT'S NOT FAIR that I'm 5'1" and therefore my BMR is extremely low and even a small amount of additional calories can cause weight gain.
IT'S NOT FAIR that my husband - like many other men - can eat really badly and then just behave for a couple of days and be right back to their ideal weight.
IT'S NOT FAIR that I should be battling any sort of injury which limits my exercising. (DAMNED IT BAND)
IT'S NOT FAIR that there is not enough hours in the day for me to accomplish everything that I want to.
IT'S NOT FAIR that sugary carby and fatty foods taste SO FRICKING GOOD.
IT'S NOT FAIR that stress makes me want to eat rather then suppressing my appetite.
Ok, after this temper tantrum I feel a little better. Anyone care to add their own?