Broke down and went to the doctor today...twice. Once to do labwork and once to actually see him about this horrible cold. I had fasted all night for the labwork and knew he'd really be proud of my scale numbers...he DID NOT EVEN MENTION THEM! However, at the second appointment he did ask me point blank, "What about your exercise program? Have you walked 5 times a week for 30 minutes?" Oh, boy, where can a girl hide when asked the dreaded exercise question?
"Why, no, I haven't," I replied. At least I was honest and admitted it. He laughed in spite of himself and said, "When you get over this cold, you need to get back on track." I wasn't sure to whom he was referring, I looked around the room. Nope, nobody there but me. Back on track? I've been trainwrecked on the tracks of exercise my whole life. BACK on track? Maybe he has me confused with another 60+ grandmother athlete. After watching this season of The Biggest Loser, if I had to "qualify" to be on that show by running a mile the first day at my age, there wouldn't be a Holly Jolly Christmas for me.
What is it with people who exercise anyway? They are sooooo condescending to those of us who do not care to perspire. (BTW: Please, watch the last episode of The Biggest Loser next Tuesday night on NBC. A former student of mine, Patrick, is one of the top three finalists. I am really convinced he's going to win! Don't forget to watch!! He is a great young man and has really taken off the pounds.)
Now, I am axiously awaiting my lipid profile numbers and am hoping for a little downward dip in them so I can at least enjoy some food at Christmas without feeling too guilty. FYI: The only reason the lipid numbers were up in July was because it was the week after my birthday and I had partaken of a tad too much birthday cake with all that icing. (See picture above, BD cake has been a lifelong obsession.) BTW II: I have lost 10 pounds. May I hear a little applause?