(image from Committed Indians)
I had quite the conundrum today while at the doctor's office. I was finishing up with the appointment - making small talk with the nurse practitioner when she said something shockingly beautiful. She said my body mass index (BMI) was low. I was underweight. Underweight? I was totally baffled and told her I was hoping to lose another ten pounds or so, and she told me "no", "don't". I actually needed to gain a few pounds, according to her.
As I got dressed, I was in a state of bliss. Wonderful bliss. My fight this last year to lose weight in a slow and healthy way, got me to a point where I actually needed to gain a few pounds. Then I took a peek at my chart and my bliss ended right then. The nurse had inaccurately written my weight from today. And I mean the number was way off... like my freshman year of high school - off.
I had a moment when I didn't know what to do. I mean, I knew what the right thing to do was. But I really liked the feeling of bliss I had, no matter how delusional it was at the time. I thought I could keep that feeling going if I just let that number stay there in black and white, until I had to go back next year.
I took my delusional self to the nurse's desk and revealed the error. The glorious error.
Now, according to their records, I am no longer underweight. Sad but true.
Reality isn't as fun as delusion.