Last week I went in to the doctor for a checkup on some things.
Scene: Tiny exam room-late afternoon. Me sitting in a chair waiting. Enters doctor.
KNOCK,KNOCK
Doctor: "You have gained weight"
Me: (mouth drops open) "Why yes I have, thank you for noticing!"
Doctor: "I haven't even seen your chart yet, but I can see it in your face."
Well there it is folks.
Now some will think, "HOW RUDE!"
However, my doctor is from a different culture. In his culture they kind of say it like it is.
And it is like he said.
I have gained some weight.
Not a lot. But it's there.
On my face. In my rolls.
Every pound---all 7 of them.
7 isn't a lot....right? Honestly, they kind of snuck up on me.
How does weight "sneak up" on you, you ask? Especially when you weigh yourself TWICE daily?
GOOD QUESTION.
You see it's like this...once I saw a pound creep back up I went with the philosophy
"Eh! It will go away. Let me eat that can of chips! That will help! :)"
That can of chips lead to that chocolate sundae which turned into three nights of fast food which slowly crept up to 7 POUNDS. I turned a blind eye to this thinking "oh it's just bloating! this too shall pass."
...and then sometimes you have pizza for breakfast and realize...WHOA...Food is DELICIOUS and somehow dangerous again. AND Wait! How will I squeeze into those bridesmaid dresses I was fitted for last month before the 7 Pound Creep?
CRAP.
Life happens.
Life ends.
Life gives us choices.
Time to hold my head up and make the right ones.
I blame the pizza.
