So I went to an expensive professional today under the ‘guise of assessing the status of my health only to confirm my worse fear:
yes, I am fat.
Damn. Thursday I plan to go in for the blood test to determine if I’ve joined the growing ranks of the pre-diabetic army (currently one brother is pre- and one sister is full-, with the other two sisters still flying under the radar). The female MD was very communicative and thorough and nicely positive that I didn’t look my age. So, the only way to recover from the stress of the day and today’s “news” was to have my way with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Mint Chocolate Cookie ice cream. Tomorrow morning I’ll be accompanying Juls on one of her doctor’s visits. I don’t know how I’m going to recover from that. I’m all out’a ice cream. JBB