Going to the doctor isn’t a fun way to spend your day, especially when a speculum is involved.
But outside of that therapy-inducing experience, the one part I dread most about the doctor’s office is the weigh-in.
When it’s weigh-in time, I take off my shoes, jewelry and empty my pockets, because, well, that can add….five pounds maybe? I’m sure those keys in my pocket are two pounds on their own and my shoes could be made of solid lead. Maybe?
My doctor’s old scale used to be off by five pounds too so when the dreaded number came up, I could calm my nerves by saying, “well that’s at least five pounds more than I actually weigh so I’m fine!”
Not so much anymore. As I found out this weekend, the office got new scales and they are accurate, meaning no more five pound grace period.
So after trying to argue my way out of the weigh-in, I get on the scale, take a deep breath, say “serenity now” and look down to see the number and then scream (and not in a happy way).
I have put on 10 pounds since the last time I was in the office. And to drive that knife further into my fat stomach, my doctor pulls up the screen to show my last few weigh ins and the depression washes over me even more.
Nope it’s not 10 pounds, it’s more like 12-15.
To be honest, I wasn’t totally surprised by this. My diet lately hasn’t been great. But, I was still disgusted and angry at myself.
Then, seeing I was upset, she said something that completely took my mind off the fact that I’m getting fatter right in front of her.
“Okay, scooch down and put your feet in the stirrups.”
CONGRATULATIONS! You officially distracted me from the weigh-in.
I had a tough time deciding if I should post this story or not because it’s a little personal, I’m embarrassed by it and it makes me sad but I had to because ultimately it would have come out sooner or later.
So after spending part of the weekend in a total funk about this news, I’m trying to be positive and I’m determined to lose this weight again. It’s time to grab a diet and new exercise routine by the balls and really get back on track.
Why? Because I’m not happy with what I see when I look in the mirror and I want to change that, both mentally and physically.
Question time! Do you dread the regular doctor’s office weigh in? Or what part of the doctor’s office do you hate the most, or do you avoid it altogether?
Oh and yes, this was just coincidental with the whole baking post yesterday (thank you for all the sweet comments!) but now you know why I have to get this stuff out of my house.