LMK and I went to the doctor yesterday. Personally, I can breathe a sigh of relief that LMK is finally getting the health care he needs. With a family history of heart attacks and high blood pressure, I worry/worried about him constantly. We're one step closer to getting him healthier.

Me on the other hand. Meh. It's nothing I didn't already know. Must lose weight. Wait, I take that back. I learned that should I get pregnant, this practice won't "deal with me". Huh?

I don't remember most of what the doctor said. All I could hear was a rushing sound in my ears after she said the phrase, "high risk pregnancy."

Still thinking about that and what I am going to do to change things. I'm not a regular viewer of Ty.ra Banks, but I do like her. I just happened to have this show dvr'd. Maybe I should watch it everyday to keep my will power.



It's nice to have someone sticking up for the "fat" chicks. Truth be told, I've really stuck it to the man. I've decided I will never be skinny, so why bother trying. In fact, let's just go to the other extreme. If I can't be the skinniest person I know, well then, by God, I'm going to be the fattest. Mission accomplished.

Sigh.

Tomorrow, by request, I look at why skinny people make me nervous. It's Self Loathing Week here at Casa Lawn Mower. Pull up some issues and enjoy.