Seriously?

You know you're having a bit of a week (and a raging body-image issue) when your highlight of the week is this:

At the doctor's office, get on the scale, moaning inwardly at the number you expect.

Watch the nurse put the start point a full 50 pounds less than you know to be true.

Gush with outward gratitude that she thought you were 50 pounds lighter.

Don't even lose that contact high when she says "Well, I am a very bad guesser."

Note this as the best moment in a packed week, barely eclipsing your daughter's first dance recital.

I'm thinking this should not be a "Wow, I'm such a great parent/person" moment. Not even in the top 10. I'm just saying, is all.