I hate going to the doctor for a multitude of reasons but one obvious one is their obsession with my weight. I mean, seriously, I could go into the doctor for a hangnail and they would still insist on weighing me. WHY? Why is it any of their business what I weigh?!
I went to the doctor today and gasped audibly when she moved that little thingy on the scale. I don't own a scale. I have found it very emotionally freeing to not know what I weigh. I don't want to know. And today I was plunged into the depths of a major depression when I saw those three little numbers. There is a good reason to not own a scale. Scale = Suicide Watch for Lindsay
The cold hard facts are I have gained weight. I knew my clothes weren't fitting like they used to. The frustrating thing is I have NO IDEA WHY. I work out consistently, twice a day. I eat right. I am very active.
I am trying hard to be accepting of the fact that I am healthy and that is all that matters. But WHY?! My only thought is that as I get older, my metabolism is naturally slowing so I need to up my intensity. Which believe me, after today's near heart attack at the doctor's office, I will have no problem doing.
By the way, sorry I haven't posted in a while--I have been sick all week. And now I'm depressed. :(