A friend of mine needs to lose weight.

Her doctor told her so.

I know you think this is me pretending to be “a friend of mine”.  It’s not.

It’s not me , I swear. Okay. Yes, my doctor, physiotherapist, acupuncturist and massage therapist all think I need to lose weight.  I am pretty sure my hair dresser, daycare provider, sister in law, house cleaner and
co workers all think the same thing.

But, this isn’t me.

Seriously.

So, “a friend of mine”, took her family out to McDonald’s for supper and who was sitting at the table beside her?

Her doctor.

And guess what “a friend of mine” was eating?

A salad.

I love this story.  Mostly, I love it because people make assumptions about people. And, I love that my friend was sitting there enjoying a salad and making some pretty impressive choices. Some choices that I refuse to make.  Salad and McDonalds? I don’t think so.

But, for me the best part about this story is the Doctor.   Because Doctors need a Big Mac Attack too.