A different kind of WTF appointment...

     As we will be cycling in March, I am really trying to take the time to get myself uber healthy.  Not that I am un-healthy, per-se, but I just want to change things up before this next IVF.  Call me superstitious, but I want to do things differently; you know, shed a few pounds, go to the gym, try wheatgrass, *gasp* cut out ALL coffee.

    So in the spirit of change, I made an appointment with an old friend in which I have often had a love-hate relationship:  My scale.  

I disrobed, took a deep breath, and stepped on. 

And, well, WTF, indeed!!!!

 

In the time we have been married ( a little over 3 years), I have put on 25 pounds.  25!!!!!

That is insane.  That is what people gain when they ARE pregnant, not trying to get pregnant!

This was a wake-up call.  I have known that I put on weight; many of my older clothes do not fit.  But this is just sad.  

Just like when I leave my real WTF appointments, I refuse to feel defeated.  I feel nothing but utter resolve to make this work.