Um.....Did you just call me fat??

Let me start this blog out by saying that I woke up this morning...weighed myself, (in the buff of course) and saw that I am now only 1.5 lbs away from my goal weight.  Woo! Hoo!  Major excitement was exuded and shared with all those around me (Little girl and daddy).  Only 3 more weeks of getting through the official "holidays" and maybe I can make it and not put myself back into the game of "oh look....another pair of pants that can't be zipped!)  So, I was happy and joyful and feeling pleased with myself.  And then their was my doctor's appointment. 

It's been a year since our last home study for our adoption #2 and so this is the time when the adoption agencies ask us to tell them once again how great we are, how healthy we are, how much money we make and make sure our friends give amazing references saying what wonderful parents we are and will be to our next son or daughter.  Good times.  Well, I am trudging through all this glorious paperwork trying to only think of my precious bundle of joy that will come at the end of all of this, and I make my one last stop at the doctor's office.  David and I need to get our physicals done to complete our home study packet.  I am going through the motions asking the doctor about this thing and that thing and his response to me was "Well, I'll tell you three things you need to do.  First, Eat better.  Second, exercise more.  And, third - stay away from carbs like rice, pasta and bread.  You don't need them.  It can increase belly fat around the midsection and make it really hard to lose weight.  Oh, and I know you have PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome), so you probably struggle with your midsection and also this, and this, and this." GASP!!  What did you say??  Did you just refer to my midsection? Are you telling me on the day I am 1.5 lbs away from my goal weight...a weight that is actually in my "ideal" body range according to some important research that someone did..that I am Fatty McFatty pants and need to cut down on the sugar??  I was highly offended girls and the look I gave him told him so.  I am not angry.  I am not angry.  I am not angry.  Oh. Yeah.  You know I am.  I'll be better after I eat some pizza tonight.  :-)