“It’s all about the calories,” a doctor told me a few years ago.  I had gone in for a physical that was required before some minor surgery and was told by that particular doctor that I was too fat.  Those weren’t his exact words, but I got his meaning.  I couldn’t believe my ears!  At the time, I was a size six, which is considered pretty small, but according to him I needed to lose 18 pounds.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  From where?!  I walked everywhere, ran up and down stairs all day long, took long bike rides, worked out at a fitness center, swam when I could.  I was in great shape!  But according to him, I was a heffer who should have been a size two.  Granted, I am short, but I am not four feet tall and I certainly wasn’t trying out for supermodel of the year.  I went home and immediately gained two pounds.  I think it might’ve been that half gallon of peach melba ice cream that put me in the danger zone.  Defiance binging—eat this, Dr.

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