Yes. Just as I've known for years. I now have confirmation from my doctor. I am fat and crazy.
I had to go see him today for my 3 month checkup. I have to see him every 3 months because I have high blood pressure and he likes to check up on it. Mostly I just think he wants my money. Every time I go, he tells me to watch my diet and to exercise. In a very thick Pakistani accent. "Diet and exercise. Eat chicken and fish." Seriously, like every time I go, that's what he tells me. I really need a new doctor!
Today, my weight was up. Duh. I don't need a scale or a doctor to tell me that my weight is up. I can see it. I can tell that I am getting fatter by the second. He told me I should get a personal trainer. Like I can afford that! Visions of the fat-people-abuse I've seen on The Biggest Loser flashed through my mind. I don't think so. I don't need to be treated like that. Like I need any more stress!
Speaking of which, I mentioned to him how I've been really stressed out lately for no real reason.
Flash back to last week...My heart would pound and my stomach would be all tight just out of nowhere. I thought for sure I was having a heart attack. I even looked up the symptoms of a heart attack, which are different for women. I had almost every one of them. But I have all those symptoms all the time anyway! I think I would be dead by now if it was a heart attack! I knew it was just from too much stress. And I'm too scared to know what's wrong with me anyway, so I just stayed home and freaked out.
Anyway, he said I should go see a psychiatrist to help me "sort out my issues." No thank you. My issues don't need sorting. They are just fine as they are - even if they are making me crazy!
So there you have it. Medical evidence that I am indeed fat and crazy.
I'm so sorry for not updating my blog for so long! I've had a serious case of writers block. I will try harder to come up with stuff to write about that won't bore you to death.
Thanks for reading!
