Um, Huh?

I had a doctor's visit this morning. I wanted her to check out my knee that has been throbbing for about a week. But I do not want to tell all-business Brenda about my knee because 1)I'm not a complainer. 2)She probably feels the same way about my knee as she does my back. 3)She could disqualify me from this competition if I was injured and could not perform my duties in the gym. Then, where would that leave me but to fight the fat on my own and we all know how that has turned out. But now since she reads this little blog - my secret is out. Hi Brenda! Please, don't disqualify me -- I'm really not hurt. But the doctor said I was ok - she doesn't THINK I have a meniscus tear. (Emphasis on Think) We will just see if it gets worse. But I can handle it. I mean, I ran seven and a half miles with a broken foot through the steets of San Fransisco. Surely I can handle a little tendonitis or meniscus tear. My point is...that I was busy this morning. I had the doctor's appointment then I had to run to the store to get some medicine and a few other things, then I was off to pick up one of my little hell-yuns from school because it was an early realease day and well, while I was out I forgot all about my mid-morning snack. I didn't really forget because my stomach was reminding me...feed me! Feed me! It has been drilled into my head-to not miss any meals. You(I) want to eat every 3 hours so that your(my) body doesn't think I'm starving it and stores all my fat. My body must think I'm starving it quite often because it has been storing it up for years. It must think I'm a bear going into hibernation and not coming out for years. But I'm trying to undo all my body's confusion. So, I picked up a protein bar to have as my snack. I thought this would be a good choice since I was out and about and in a bit of an emergency...snack wise. I told all-business Brenda about my snack of choice today, and guess what? It was apparently a bad decision. Here I thought she would say, "wow, Kelli - good decision-making. You're so smart and savvy. Way to think on your toes in a pinch." Well, let me tell you - she did not say that. She said, "how many grams of sugar were in that protein bar? That was a terrible choice. I would have rather you not eaten anything. Why don't you carry some almonds in your purse for times like these? You just ate a glorified candy bar!" Now, I am baffled. Befuddled. Flustered. Puzzled. I'm as confused as a hungry baby at a titty bar. (I'm sorry I said titty.) This just goes to show that I'm not ready to fight the fat on my own. I need all-business Brenda. I need her to make these decisions for me...because I'm not that smart and not savvy and I still have alot of fat to fight.