THICK ABDOMINAL FAT

Those are three very painful words. Especially when they are spoken by a 60-something doctor, whom you've only met for five minutes. My body was characterized as having thus.

THICK ABDOMINAL FAT.

I wasn't always a tubster my whole life. Before the age of 12, I was normal. Not extraordinarily skinny, but my body mass index (BMI) wasn't in the overweight range either. I guess I always thought I'd shed the pounds naturally, baby fat if you will. But as I grew older, I ate more. Sweets especially. Oh how I love downing a pint of ice cream after dinner.... by myself.... :)

So. Twelve years later, and this is where we are. THICK ABDOMINAL FAT. I had to get a physical for my new job. So after doing the necessary deposits at the medical laboratory (pee and poo, kinda gross I know), I had to see this doctor. She's not really ancient looking but the years certainly show on her face. So she's asking the usual questions. Any problems with eyesight? Hemorrhoids? Headaches? Skin disease? TB? No, no, no, no and no. Then she surveys my lovely self, pats my tummy and says those three painful words.

So since that day (yesterday), I resolved that no doctor will utter those words whenever they have to describe my person. It is going to be a tough road ahead. There will always be chocolate cake and ice cream and cheesecakes that go so well with fat-full frappucinos. Oooohh the agony! But diabetes runs in the family and Dr. Sixty over here says that with the rate I'm going, I'm going to get it early. So for health's sake, I'm going to try my damndest.