My Doctor

I went to my doctor the other day. He is pleased with my progress in the arena of maintenance. I have been able to stay the same or nearly the same weight since August. He doesn't even care if I lose one more pound! This from a man who I dreaded seeing four times a year. Yes, I said four times a year. I used to have to go every three to four months because I was so overweight. I had diabetes and high blood pressure and a million more little things that made me feel like crap every day. I am happy to report that my diabetes is gone. My blood pressure normal.

I would allow myself to get all worked up before each visit solely because he'd give me hell for not fixng my weight problem. I drove poor hubby crazy with my hemming and hawing about my hate of going to the doctor. I am still not a fan of going to the doctor but it is a necessary evil in life one must endure. If for no other reason than the people in your life need you to be healthy and happy, as much as possible.

I did not ask for a note to give to my WW leader. I have set a personal goal for myself that I know I can reach and one I hope to maintain also. My goal is more than WW wants me to weigh so eventually I will have to get a note from my doctor stating that he is ok with the number I have chosen to live by.

I could tell you if I lost weight this week, however; there was a snowstorm Sunday. My meeting was closed. I got up early, cleaned off my car, drove across the city and picked up my galpal Jadira. We went to Dunkins to get coffees. We got to our meeting place at the usual time, only to find out the meeting was closed. [Deep breaths] Damn I was not happy! Well, life goes on and I am sure that I will get to my meeting this week. Keep true to yourself...later.