IS THIS NORMAL?

OK. Let me start by telling you that I love her. I mean, really love her. If you read my other blog you would know that I have already dedicated an entry to her. But she takes this dieting craziness to a whole other level....let me explain.
She is totally dedicated. Like nobody else I have ever met. She has her plans. Fitness plans. Food plans. The girl has plans. And when she is on a plan...look out. There is nothing stopping Ms. Canada. There has been FIT FOR LIFE or POWER UP or MEET ME AT THE GYM or something for most of her life. And she looks fabulous. This is a gal that brings her own diet or PLAN food to a girl's event. This is a girl who eats protien shakes and bars on vacation. But this is also a gal who can scarf a row of brownies at a weak moment. And I love every minute of it. You see, because of her committments we love and hate her. Other girlfriends are quick to commend her dedication in one breathe and laugh at her attempts in the next. But the bottom line is, when she needs to lose that five pounds that the rest of us can't see so she can fit into the sexiest, tightest dress this side of LA, she is the one to do it! She talks about her workouts. I pretend to listen.
She gets hit on at the gym. I don't. I can't count the number of times I have heard "nice arms!" when I am with her.
But the point is, she really isn't that different for those of us with our struggles. You may not know it to look at her, but she needs support too. She needs me to drag her ass to hot yoga so she doesn"t move like Arnold Schwarentruber or whateve. She needs to hide her almonds and her peanut butter and her flour and her sugar and honey and anything else that might "get her off track" in her car. Not a car in a driveway...but a decent walk down to the garage and into the trunk. I mean really, who has to hide food from themselves. She does. But it works for her. So kudos once again. Is this normal? Probably not. But what is normal? Certainly not me. Or my approach. Or the person you see in the grocery aisle beside you. I mean, really, what am I thinking? Caveman? Yeah right. I will try but I won't be anal. It is not my style.
I won't weigh and measure my shaved turkey...wrap it up and freeze it.
I won't count my almonds or use a measuring spoon with my peanut butter.
I won't eat five times a day and eat only a 1/4 cup of green pepper at a time.
I won't get up at 430 am to go the gym.
But I will long to look like her, have her dedication and I will always support her in her efforts whether they seem ridiculous to me or not.
Because that's what friends are for.