weight, wait, weight.

I just realized that I have really been slacking on the blog. Oopsy! 
I really have nothing great or new to report, so I guess this will be an entry more about a recent thought I had. 
Last week I had the unfortunate experience of visiting the doctor. Ew. As if going there doesn't suck enough, why do they insist on weighing you every...single...time. Everyone knows the doctor scale is never as kind as your home scale, that you use first thing in the morning, usually before you eat...and get fully dressed. Needless to say when I slowly stepped up, I was not impressed to see the number was a full FIVE pounds heavier. Lame. As I waited 20 minutes in the uncomfortable, icky room I began to think that there must be some sort of ratio or scale they use, you know, like dog years. No one really knows why, we just all know it exists. When calculating a dogs age you add 7 years, when calculating your weight at a physicians office (where people look and they insist on announcing aloud) you add 5 pounds. Its a conspiracy :-). However, now that I have cracked this unnecessary code, I will forever know to MINUS five pounds from whatever they write...for accuracy purposes of course :-).


This goofy scenario just reminded me of another. Some of you may have heard me talk about my "disorder" but for years now I have suffered from what I have identified as "reverse anorexia." Let me explain. For some reason I have this ridiculous habit of always picking out something, a top, skirt, really any item of clothing and always taking a size too small to try on. Always. It is so stupid, and unintentional, but I seem to always do it. Its like I know what I look like, I know my size, but the visual my mind goes to is soooo much smaller/tighter/kinder/more petite than I actually am. It always give me a good laugh, and typically entertains who ever I am shopping with. So far I think I may have the ONLY confirmed case, ha ha. All in all, not a bad problem to have!