Okay, I caved. I gave in - or gave up, depends on how you look at it - and joined Weight Watchers. Since becoming unemployed, I've spent a LOT of time sitting in front of the computer writing. That is a good thing for my inner-writer, not so good for my big, fat butt!
I am a lifetime member of Weight Watchers and so a friend and I are buddying up and going. I'm a little nervous and even though I knew I had gained weight, at that last doctor's appointment, they almost needed the cardiac cart after I got off of the scale because I was so in shock at the number. Not a good feeling.
You know what the funny thing is, I went to TWO different doctors for two different things. I got weighed at both appointments and while I was HORRIFIED by what I saw, only one doctor was like "Lose 25 pounds and you'll feel better". I mean, clearly, I am overweight. My friend Michelle and I used to joke that we have the opposite of anorexia - we look in the mirror and think that we're thin! I no longer feel that way. I look in the mirror and I want to cry. I don't know how I let this happen but I cannot let it continue. But I digress, shouldn't these doctors be a little bit more concerned about my weight? I mean, I'm not like 20 pounds overweight, I'm more like 40 pounds overweight. And you know what? I just don't feel sassy anymore! I liked feeling sassy. I looked good being sassy.
No sass for Stace right now. Not yet. By Nick's graduation, I'm going to command a catwalk be set up so I can strut up on to that stage. Oh, wait, that's HIS day, not mine. But still, where else can I find an event where I can pull a catwalk off?
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