Back to the Clinic - L'Esplanade Ottawa
It was actually quite nice to go back into the clinic. They all know me (Hi Helen!) and we just slid back into the routine.
I felt like I was in an episode of Cheers - just substitute the beer for a Proti vanilla shake. Not quite the same, but....
I felt a little chagrined, though, when I stepped back on the scale. They had my chart out, with my sheet from December, when I was last in for Maintenance. I left at 143...here I ws at 152. Yikes! now, to be fair, I had jeans on, so really it was 150. Still - I felt embarassed.
I'm always so impressed with the nurses at my clinic. They don't shake their heads in disgust - condemn you for gaining a few pounds. Instead I found myself apologizing profusely that I gained the weight since December - a full 10 lbs! - so I wanted to nip it in the bud before I go down the slippery slope of obesity. The receptionist just smiled knowingly (I mean, 90% of them are on the program as well, so they know the pull of temptation) and remarked that they preferred folks come in once they hit the 10 lbs mark, then wait until it's 20 - 30 or full weight gain back again.
That's it - I felt better. I was welcomed back into the fray, and proceeded into the nurses's room.
But man does that injection in the thigh sting...! Yowza.
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