I hate going to the doctors office, in fact I's rather cut off my right arm most days then end up in a gown, perched on the edge of the exam table talking to a Doc about "what is going on with me". But this time around it wasn't the four shots (MMR booster, Varicella, HepB and my birth control) that broke the camel's back, it was that blasted scale!
I found myself looking down at the weight it was brightly flashing at me and I had an overwhelming urge to whip out an anime style, over-sized mallet and smash the thing. Somehow I managed to keep cool and get out of the appointment with some measure of dignity intact. Thankfully my company offers a killer deal on gym memberships, and the very next shift I emailed the HR Lady who sent down the paperwork and vouchers.
Yesterday I headed to my local gym with papers in hand and did something I have never done in my life. I became a member.
Wish me luck!