I know I’ve been MIA, and for the 2.5 of you that actually read my blog, I apologize.
There is SO much in my drafts file, and SO much I need to talk about! Like my AWE-mazing 30th birthday party that my AWE-mazing Emily put on for me, or the fact that my 15 year old friend Annie is studying the exact same algebra concepts in her high school math class as I am in my college math class, or about the j-off who nearly ran me over in the parking garage prompting me to chew out the valet desk manager at the Marriott. I also went to Miami and came back with a more distorted body image than I arrived with.
Which brings me to the point of this, brief, post. Yesterday I went to my (fantastic) doctor because my allergies had me looking like a swollen mess. She’s really great because even though I book an appointment with her to discuss one thing, she always wants to discuss my health and how I am feeling as a whole. So as we neared the conclusion of our visit, the following exchange occurred:
Dr. Bell: Ok, there’s one more issue, that I am sure your aware of.
Me: Uh huh (in my head I am thinking, I have no idea what she is talking about)
Dr. Bell: Your weight.
Me: (in my head, crap, I was aware of that)
Dr. Bell: Now, you’re not a fat girl, so 6 pounds gained in one year is not really ideal.
Me: Uh huh (in my head, JC, I KNOW! I just got married, my dog has cancer, work is crazy, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THE GYM!)
Then I said, well Jim and I are getting really into biking so…
And that was that.
Jim made me feel better by pointing out that the last time I saw her I had literally just gotten married and was in the best shape of my life. But we’d both like to know, if I were a “fat girl” would 6 pounds be fine? If so, I’d like to convert…
