I went to my new doctor today - and he is great - but I'm a moron. Why didn't I just ask the nurse to measure how tall I was? Why did I need to tell her the entire story about how I think I'm 5'11" but my boss says I am only 5'10" and can't we just compromise on 5'10.5" --- there was no need. None whatsoever.
And, as predicted, the doctor told me I need to start exercising - which I knew he would - but it's just always so painful to hear, you know?
So I'm counting tonight as my last night of actual freedom before I start really (seriously) watching what I eat and working out. And with that in mind - I'm heading to Burger King. TRIPLE WHOPPER!!! YEAH!!! (I'm not really heading to Burger King now, but I most likely will have a burger tonight.)