A Visit to the Doctor's Office

Firstly, why are you reading my blog? Are you just bored, or are you secretly in love with me and hope to get some clue on how to woo me by reading this? If it's the first one, I hope you're entertained my my pitiful life. If it's the second one, good luck, but I'm probably not interested anyway. Let's get started. So it was a normal doctor's visit, feeling stupid in the paper gown, feeling even more stupid when the doctor's like, "So you've started your period?" and I'm all, "No..." She says I've got until November before she's worried. As of five hours ago, I am 5' 2 3/4" and weigh 129 1/2 lbs. My doctor has this chart thing, it's a graph and there's this big curvy line on it showing the normal area for height on the top and weight on the bottom graph. There are two graphs on the paper. For height, she said I was in the 30th percentile, which I think means I am taller than 30% of everyone else my age that's still a normal height. But for weight, I was in like, the 70th percentile. So, after I changed into my normal clothes again, I sat in a chair, listening to my mom and the doctor talk outside. The doors are not sound-proof, and I heard everything. They were talking about how my weight is abnormal for my height. My doctor said that she didn't want to tell me because the last girl in here cried. I certainly felt like crying. So I'm kind of sad now. I'm fat. Why? I eat healthier than a lot of people, and excersize more, why am I fat? I also got two shots, but they didn't really hurt. The nurse was really nice. But now my arm hurts because I was doing push-ups in Tae Kwon Do. They don't really count as push-ups. I have no upper body strength at all. I was standing and doing an upright push-up against a counter-top. I did like five, and I got sore for a bit. I'm so lame. Stop laughing. Let me wallow in my self-pity. You know, I've always wanted to write a journal, but I always said, what's the point? No one's going to read it, and if they did, they'd laugh. So I'd use the reflective essays Ms. Zigas would assign to talk about everything. I feel kind of bad I made her listen. I do that with all my writing assignments I'm not serious about. Like my eighth grade graduation speech. It was mostly true! Just the part about shallow friends, I've only got a few, not a load like it says. I have 305 kitties on my wall. After the doctor's appointment, my mom and I went to Target, but I didn't have any money to buy more. Otherwise I would've had, like, ten more kitties. Maybe even get to another wall. That's all for now, ttyl!