No More Chub

i went to my doctor today for the well woman’s exam. yes, that yearly one that women must endure, not like it’s all that tough. anyways, the nurse called me in, and i already had this feeling she was going to say something about my weight, bc she always does. BUT, it was kind of brutal honesty.

“Rochelle, you have GOT to lose more weight. You can’t be this young and this small and weighing so much! Cut out the carbs, cut out the sugars, get some exercise.”

this, i already know. therefore this blog. i’m slowly cutting out the not so good stuff. but so my doctor walks in and basically says the same thing. she says i should invest in a personal trainer and invest in a food diary program, like weight watchers. she said “instead of spending money on a cute new purse, use it on a personal trainer.” at this point, she could kind of see the tears forming in my eyes. not crying bc i’m upset that she was just telling me the truth, but crying bc it WAS the truth. it’s true i probably don’t work as hard to lose weight as i could. it’s true i eat things i shouldn’t eat so much of. and it’s true that i love food. but, it’s also true that if i don’t change my ways, it will catch up to me and it’s true that being sick scares me.

so, the truth sucks, but it really helps. it slaps you in the face and says “hey, i’m not trying to be mean, but you’ve gotta get with it girl!” she wasn’t trying to make me cry, i’m just emotional like that, but, as my doctor, she cares. she doesn’t want me to be dead or suffering at 50 bc of health problems that could have been fixed now.

i’ll take her advice. i’ll cut down on the rice, the sugars, and exercise more often. she said she hopes to see me at least 40lbs. lighter next year than i am today. no more new clothes, shoes, or purses until i drop the 40lbs. i know, actions speak louder than words, but everyone will see. i can do it. it will be work and it will be rough, but i can do it.