The More I Change, the More I Stay the Same
The clock read 1:50pm. I had just enough time to zip across town to make it to my checkup. I had been working on this since March. I wanted to avoid taking high blood pressure meds, so my doctor asked me to lose 25 pounds. I was 1.8 pounds away from that goal. I was exercising regularly and had also changed my diet drastically, so there was a very good chance I was going to beat the system. I felt happy and relaxed despite my upcoming TSA experience with a grown man wearing gloves. Actually, I was trying very hard not to think of that part. Calm. Calm. I know he's gonna be checking my prostate, but REMAIN CALM! Alright, fine. I was relaxed physically, but mentally I was wound tighter than a yo-yo. That's probably why I messed up my usual routine. Put on coat. Put on shoes. Walk through door. Close and lock door. Pat down for keys. Whoops. So now I'm sitting by my minivan awaiting my sixth grader's return home. I'm locked out of both my...