After arriving five minutes early to my appointment- I don't know why I still do that-, then proceeded to sit in the waiting room for the usual twenty minutes before the nurse called my name. She took me to the back and told me she needed to check my weight and height. My weight? Crap. I knew that the number wasn't going to be desirable, but it was worse than I had imagined.
I shouldn't be surprised, though, due to my new guilty pleasure of Hudsonville's Triple Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream.
I waited in my little white room, praying the the doctor would over look my noticeable amount of added pounds. Soon enough, she barged in, and, with her Russian accent she "You've gained 12 pounds in the last month, what's going on?"
I felt ashamed. I don't want to be nervous about stepping on a scale.
So I'm going to start watching what I eat again. Making healthier choices, not eating when I'm bored, or when I should be doing something else such as homework, cleaning or whatever it is I'm trying to avoid. And definitely watching my portion control, that's the hardest thing for me.
Now I've said all this before, but this time will be different.
I've decided that the 'weight' is over.
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