and my boss said I had to see the doctor.
I called the doc's office, told them what boss said,
they asked me where I worked. When I said "a school"
they took me right away. Pretty responsible and cool,
wouldn't you say?
Anyway, got some antibiotics and just as the doc
was about to leave I said............
"Would you put me on a diet?"
There.
I said it out loud.
My doctor, whom I love, sat down and we talked.
He said, "No, I won't put you on a diet but I will help
you create some new habits. I'll help you as much as you want."
Will you slap food out of my hand doc?
-no, I didn't say that.
So, we talked. I know all the right things to do.
I just choose not to do them.
Doc went over some things for me to do and
in 2 months, I'm going back for a physical
and to get
WEIGHED.
He said, if I want, I can come in every week to get weighed
and talk to him.
Love this man.
So, this is week 2.
Week 1 was a piece of cake, oh, bad analogy.
I have no trouble at work.
I seem to have trouble on the weekends.
And Halloween, well, it's over.
Bring on Thanksgiving. Ugh.
Nah - I can do it.
As for the title of this post, I'm going
back to who I used to be, just older and wiser.
Oh, and check out these shoes I got to
wear with my new short skirts:

I used to wear stuff like this, heels,skirts.
I'm on my way back.













