Tag Archives: weight

My totally lousy Christmas (and not for the reasons I expected)

I had never thought to make a list of questions I don’t want to be asked in the presence of my mother. That is, not until my mother took me to a hometown ER for the first time in my adult life this past Saturday.

Upon my arrival in triage, the ER nurse spoke.

“What is your weight? Please step on the scale.”

ER

WEIGHED IN FRONT OF MY MOTHER? THANKS DUDE-NURSE.

I wobbled in that direction–partly from illness, mostly from dread. I had been sick for about three days, but unfortunately my appetite for Christmas cookies was unaffected. My weight, a number carefully hidden from Mom, would soon be revealed. Continue reading

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I went to LA, ate salads and gained three pounds

People in Los Angeles eat healthy. It rubbed off on me.

Look! Given many choices, I ordered this salad two days in a row.

LA salad

And then in a business meeting, I was offered sandwiches and this salad, and I chose salad. Lots of salad. Continue reading