Last night I had my two week checkup at the fat doctor. I am still fat. In fact, I gained one and a three quarter pounds!
Doctor said that I was allowing my inner child to take control and it was being a "BRAT!" (nuh-UH! I said crossing my arms and pouting)
HE ::pointing my finger at Doc:: called me a BRAT!
Then HE made me cry! I reached for one of those tissues that he had handy on his desk.
::sniff::
But, but, Doctor.....John told me to help myself to those chocolates on his desk! I didn't want to...really!
And....those Girl Scout cookies! I couldn't take them home, 'cause Papa's a diabetic. So, I ate them.
Really, it's nothing. ::beaming:: Yep, I was looking out for him! Always....Papa's little princess!
Exercise? Well, Doc....Did I mention I hurt my leg the other day?
I did, really, uh-huh, I swear! ::stomping my good foot::
Doctor.....I don't like you anymore! You're mean!
I am not a brat, I'm NOT, NOT, NOT!
Uh.....can I have a sticker now? Ahem...It's for Abbie...Really!
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Certainly the little angel in the picture isn't YOU...! Lisa :-]
ReplyDeletetoo funny! I am a brat too, I have delveloped the most cunning sence of total lack of control in my diet. If it tastes good eat it! Hum...did I meantion the twenty pounds of gained?
ReplyDeleteMy doctor has practically given up. All he'll say is when you're serious, let me know.
ReplyDeleteLOL too funny! Well, just be sure when you go back to see him and show a weight LOSS, remember to say "neener, neener, neener!" Thanks for visiting my journal. ¤Holly
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