First Weigh In

I'm used to weighing in at the doctor's office- even if I'm just going in for blood work, my doctor makes me get on the scale. I don't get embarrassed at her office- they all know I'm fat, and they know what I'm doing to not be fat. 

I wasn't terribly thrilled to weigh in at work, but I thought my saving grace would be that they were going to have two people with scales to expedite the process- one skinny, one nice and round. I, of course, was planning on getting in line with the nice and round weigh-er, but so was everyone else in the office. So me, being the nice person I am, put my pride away and let Ms. Probably-never-been-five-pounds-overweight-in-her-life weigh me in. At least it was fast. 

I expect disparity in scales, but today I had the opportunity to check three against each other: my home scale, the scale at work, and the scale at my doctor's office. Surprisingly, my scale and the doctor's scale are only a tenth of a pound off from each other. The work scale, though? Mother fucking 2 and a half pounds higher. Not only do my coworkers know how fat I am, they believe a lie of 2.5 pounds! 

Okay, none of my co-workers (save Ms. Thin-butt up there) knows my actual weight. But still. 

Ah well.  Only 89 more days to make it low enough that it doesn't matter.