The Dreaded Scale, yikes!!!!

I went to the doctor on Friday for a checkup.  I’m not sure about you but I hate this more than having to eat liver and onions.  The worst part for me is getting on the “dreaded scale”.  I want to scream “don’t make me get on that thing”, but of course I don’t but I’m sure if I did I wouldn’t be the first person to do this. 

Prior to my appointment I knew that I was going to have to get on the “dreaded scale” so I searched my closet for the lightest clothes that I could find.  The lightest thing that I could find was wearing my underclothes and nothing else.  Of course this wouldn’t work because I had to go to work before my appointment and while it is casual Friday I’m pretty sure that casual does not mean wearing only underclothes and nothing else.  Not sure how that would have gone over with my boss nor would it have gone over very well at the doctors either.

So before my name is called I’m trying to think about how I can trick the “dreaded scale” into giving a lower number.  I’m thinking “ok I’m wearing light clothes, I had a small lunch and of course at this point I’m starving, I emptied my bladder.  Ok I should be at least five pounds lighter” and then I look down at my shoes, OMG I wore the heaviest pair of shoes I own.  So I’m thinking maybe I can convince the doctor that any weight gain is from my shoes.  She should buy that right, who wouldn’t?  So I start to relax again because I know that any weight gain is due to my shoes, what a relief.  I just have to convince the doctor of this, piece of cake.

My name is called and it’s time for me to go back.  I’m calm at first because I know that my shoes are the culprit for my weight issues so I walk back confident that the doctor will see that it’s my shoes and not anything that I have done wrong, I just chose the wrong shoes.  My blood pressure is taken and I’m asked a few questions and then I’m told “Ok we need to weigh you and then put you in a room”.  In my head I’m screaming “no please don’t make me do this” and I’m also thinking to myself “I’ve been coming to this doctor for 10+ years shouldn’t she be able to look at me and guess my weight?”  Guessing works just fine for me; just put on my chart 110+- that should cover it.  The nurse would not go for any of that she wanted my real weight and she wasn’t buying the shoe issue either, so I tried and it didn’t work.  At this point I realized that it’s not my shoes it’s my height, I’m just too short for my weight.  What a relief to know that I’m just short, not over weight.

After getting on the “dreaded scale” I decided that I need to make some changes and since I’m not going to grow any more I have to figure out some way  to get that number down.  So I’m going to be making more changes.  While this blog is about me and trying to discover who I am I’m going to share once in a while my struggles, victories and any other emotions I may have in what I hate to refer to as my body make over.  I’m not going to turn this into a diet blog, God knows there are plenty of those out there, but I am going to share once in a while what I’m going through and what works for me and what doesn’t work for me.  So keep reading to see how my search to discover “Who am I really” continues.

OMG, I'm Addicted to Facebook

OMG, I’m addicted to Facebook.  How did this happen, when did it happen, why did it happen?  I never meant for this to happen.  I used to laugh at people that spent so much time on Facebook, I would wonder “where do they find the time” and now it’s hard to believe that I’m one of them. 

My intentions when I signed up was to stay in touch with family, post pictures for family that live far away and to keep up with friends that I rarely get to spend time with.   It’s amazing how it starts so innocent and then grows and grows until you find yourself so addicted. 

I must have gone weeks before someone mentioned to me that I could play Mahjongg.  I was so excited because I love this game that I must have played for hours.  All too soon I was slowly being sucked in by one friend request after another.  I couldn’t let my friends down so I accepted each one.  So that is how my addiction began, pure peer pressure.

I now find myself rushing home from work to get on Facebook, after all it has been 10 hours since I last logged on and a lot can happen during that time.  As I’m typing in my email address and then my password I can feel the anticipation building with each key stroke.  I’m wondering who has posted what, how many game requests, what level each friend is on and a whole host of other emotions go on.

After logging in and reading each post I head to the games.  I spend my time planting crops, tending farm animals, cooking meals, finding hearts, chopping trees, scaring off bears, clobbering snakes, decorating my wagon, building homes and business in my city, looking for hidden objects and in my spear time playing mahjongg.  I’m so tired after all this hard work that I can’t do anything else.  How did this happen?  I love Facebook so much that I can’t even imagine ever giving it up.  If I did what would happen to my farm, frontier land, Wild West town, my city, my café and the most important where would all my hearts go and who would solve my puzzles.  The pressure to keep going is so strong that I don’t know how to stop.  I guess eventually I will have to look into Facebook rehab.