It Takes A Medical Degre
Good news—I just had my checkup at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. It looks like you will continue to enjoy me and my writing, as I’m healthy. The only thing my physician was not happy about was my weight. Well, I’m not happy about it either. I don’t really want to talk about it. But my physician is seriously pushing the issue.
Apparently, he thinks I am fat, even VERY FAT. As I listened to the options he offered, I realized that technically I’m obese. Wow! Really? But, everyone tells me how good I look. Wait a minute. I don’t get it. I can’t be obese and look good at the same time. Someone must be lying to me.
As I returned home, I rushed to the mirror. Okay, I know I’m not a model, but there is a gap between what I saw in the mirror and what my physician’s diagnosis is. Maybe everyone is lying to me.
Okay, I thought it might be a good idea to check it out myself. I took off my clothes and looked at the reflection. It was sad and shocking, disappointing and quite gross. I hate to admit it: I’m obese. My physician was right. And those who are telling me that I look good, I’m not sure about them.
I guess it takes a medical degree to be honest—otherwise, you might be considered rude.
The bottom line is, both hurt my feelings. One said I’m fat and one lied to me. So, I’m going with the mirror—I’m going on a diet. Why? Because it appears that walking alone is not enough for losing weight—it will not do the trick. And apparently the diet I thought I’m on has shown no results. In the last few weeks, I lost nothing but time.
If you are my friend and wish to support my efforts, please follow me here and encourage me as I take you along on my upcoming journey.
Losing weight is hard, but I am going to fight it!