A Physical Date

Yesterday Shannon took the day off and we both went together to the doctor's office.
We needed to get complete physicals, so we made a date of it.(When you have been married for almost 17 years and have two kids, anything you do together is considered a date.)

We each had an x-ray, EKG, blood work, blood pressure check, and we both got weighed! I hate stepping on the scales at doctor's offices. I think they are rigged. How can I weigh 15 pounds more there than I do at home?
I tried to rationalize the whole thing......

My shoes probably weigh 5 pounds.
My jeans and shirt, not to mention undergarments could add up to what....7 pounds?
I also had several sips of water on the way to the appointment, which I'm no scientist, but I know water is heavy, so several sips could easily add up to at least 3 pounds.

I'm sure that is the explanation.

It's also embarrassing wearing a paper towel disposable gown in front of an office full of people who are completely dressed. It wouldn't be so bad if you just stayed in the exam room the entire time, but they like to make you wear this all the way down a long hall to the x-ray room. It was not the fashion statement I was wanting to make.:)

Since Shannon is over 40, his visit with the doctor left him feeling slightly violated.



Aside from a couple of violations embarrassments, our appointments went well.
We are both healthy. We just have a few issues that come with growing older more interesting.

After that we went shopping and had lunch together. We loved it. We went to a restaurant called Newks, and had the most delicious sandwich. It was called Pesto Chicken, and it was yummy! Toasted flat bread loaded with chicken, peppers, cheese, and pesto = Delicious!

I, of course, love any meal that I do not have to cook or clean up after, you know what I'm saying?

When we were finished eating, we came home and curled up on the couch with Allie and watched some television shows that we had saved on the DVR. That is our favorite thing to do.

It was a perfect day! (If you leave out weighing 15 pounds more than I should and wearing a paper towel disposable gown in front of strangers.)

It is an exciting life here in Crazyville.

My Diet Food

I have struggled with my weight my entire life; it has always been an issue for me.

It is very irritating to me that some people can eat absolutely anything they want to and never gain an ounce.

I can look at food and put on two pounds. Seriously.

When I was a teenager I remember a friend of the family coming over to the house one day. She was soooo excited! I asked her what was going on and she said very proudly,
"I have finally gained two pounds!"

I was so happy for her. She had to eat and eat and eat to put on two pounds. She was born with the curse of being naturally thin.

Just hearing the food she had to eat to reach this milestone caused me to gain three pounds.

My boys, thankfully, have never had a problem with their weight. They eat basically anything they want to. Regular Pringles for example. I eat the Fat Free Pringles...

One day I walked in the kitchen to find Daniel eating my Pringles......I freaked out calmly said to him, "Son, don't eat my food! You can eat anything in the kitchen and you want to gobble up my stuff?"

There's a kitchen full of food he can eat, but he eats up my diet food.
My food full of no flavor and ingredients that have some less than pleasant side effects.

I'm really not a mean mother, but sometimes it makes me cranky.....I'm just saying is all.

I live with a household of males who burn more calories lying around on the couch than I do riding my exercise bike for 3 hours. It's irritating.

The reason I probably sound a little resentful is that I'm jealous.

I want regular Pringles.

I want to eat a piece of chocolate cake with out wondering where it is going to end up on my body.

I want to lay on the couch and watch television with a bowl of buttered popcorn and not have to break out my fat comfortable pants, or worry that my shoes won't fit in the morning.

Suzanne Sugarbaker explains it better than I do; I think we were separated at birth.:)