Don't you just hate the words,
"Step up on the scales, please."
"Let me get your weight, please."
No matter how nicely it's said,"PLEASE."
You want to say, "No, not this time, PLEASE."
I knew it had happened, but how did it happen so fast.
Last year, I found out I was diabetic.
I cried for days, because I knew that my parents had died a slow
death because of this dreaded disease.
I am determined that diabetes will not define who I am.
It doesn't take much to get off track.
Lost 30 pounds last year.
Me in skinny jeans last October just 7 months after diagnosis.
Stepped on the scales.
I go ahead and say to my doc,
"I've gained a little weight."
"You've gained a LOT OF WEIGHT."
The truth hurts.
7 months later and 8 pounds heavier.
Look at those rolls around the middle.
On this short body, it looks more like 20!
So I'm walking again, but not consistent enough.
I'm eating less, but still too much.
It will take a few days to get my mind in gear!
The saying, "Fat people are happy people"
IS NOT TRUE!
I am miserrrrrable!
I liked my skinny jeans.