Nothing like getting your bloodwork back and you see in big letters “Obesity: YES.”
The scales HAVE NOT MOVED.
When I say have not moved, I mean Have. Not. Moved.
Not even an ounce.
I’m about to throw up my hands and say “forget it”.
I am CLEARLY not going to lose the 10 lbs by my anniversary (June 25). I’ve lost 3.
I may not be ubber strict, but I’m not going to totally give up everything I love. That isn’t realistic.
So, I’m considered “obese.”
Makes me wanna go smack the nurse, break the computer, and swear randomly.