Winter?... Wanderland.

I am SICK.... And I guess I knew it would be coming since I have been going outside not dressed warmly enough but this past weekend I bundled up... My New parka that was an amazing gift from the sisterhood, 2 pairs of gloves(Including my fancy new touchscreen capable isotoner gloves from my thoughtful hubby), a scarf, and my Croc snow boots(which keep my feet warm and dry)....but while videotaping my nephews sledding and playing in the snow, my hands started getting more and more cold. I didn't want to miss anything but then my feet started to get colder and colder.


Fast Forward 2 days and I am at my doctor's office begging for drugs... Just a side note, My doctor is like 100 years old. So everything that goes wrong with me is because I am FAT. Even a head cold, i guess. I really need to get a new doctor.... He's is a smart man, graduated from University of Penn in 1949, 20 years before I was even born. But UoP is a great university, incredibly hard to get into especially, back then. But I need someone who is proactive... with my health. I need to feel valued for who I am as a person, not what size I am. I told him I am starting with Weight Watchers this week.... I felt bad about being back in a place where I am explaining my weight loss efforts again. My old doctor knew me when I was almost 500 pounds, he knew how bad my health was and he knew how far I came, and this new one just sees me as a Huge Fat girl... when I am a LESS Fat girl. I know it shouldn't bother me, I should be used to being judged by my weight... but it still sucks!