I know. I know. We've all said/heard/thought that phrase a gozillion times. Heaven knows I've said it more than my fair share lately. But today something prompted me to think it and mean it; something more than my pants feeling too tight.

I went to see Harry this afternoon because my ear and my throat hurt--particularly when I chew and swallow. This is not a good combination. I was "worked in" late afternoon and didn't spend that much time in the waiting room. As the nurse was leading me back to an exam room, she stopped and said, "Oh, wait." and took me to the scale. It was not nice to me. In fact, I was closer to my diagnosis weight than I'd like to be. Closer than I thought I was. Too close.

I cringed with embarassment. (READ MORE)