Why Diets Suck
So I have to admit, until last week I hadn’t been the doctor in almost ten years. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go, it was more that I didn’t need to go. I just don’t get sick. After having my tonsels removed as a kid, all my illnesses stopped. Before that however, I was also getting sick and I hated it. I’m not trying to sell you on the idea to go and get your tonsels removed because they play a valuable role. One which escapes at the moment, but they do!
Work has been stressing me out big time the past few weeks. I have been under a lot of pressure to get a lot of things done and little time to make it all happen. After a recent run in with a co-worker she noticed that my face looked pretty red and I told her I was sure my blood pressure was through the roof. Little did I know that we had a blood pressure machine on site. Some sweet little machine that raps around your arm and pumps up the bag itself then spits out a reading. And little to my surprise, that puppy gave a reading I wasn’t expecting. Big enough to cause me to ask around for a general physician.
Long story short of all of this. Doctor tells me that I need to lose 30 pounds by February. I tell him no problem, I can do it all by Christmas. Thing is, this crap has been harder than I thought. The doctor wants me to come in every two weeks for blood pressure and weight measurements so there is some added pressure of having someone check up on me every two weeks. But I have to tell you, watching my roommates eat pizza and all the French bread is killing me. I have done well thus far by avoiding this stuff but the fact that it still looms inside of the fridge almost saying “Eat Me Rusty, I will taste delicious” makes me glad there is some pressure from the doc’s office!
It sucks! It sucks! It sucks! This whole South Beach diet is great thus far. It has a lot of stuff to enjoy but I can’t but think if my freaking metabolism was higher and better I wouldn’t have this freaking problem. Did I mention that this sucks?
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Just imagine that the pizza is covered in nasty things like worms, scabs and Canadian bacon. That’s how I was able to wean myself off of pop tarts.
Damn sparkly sugar icing!
Cheers