So I signed up to do this in-office fitness screening that required me to fast for 12 hours and then produce two vials of blood. I was also measured for height (5'1) and weight (3 pounds heavier than at Christmas. Seriously?! But I've been Zumba-ing!)
Afterwards, I decided that my own personal hell would be spending infinity:
- hungry
- having a nurse sticking at me, trying unsuccessfully to find a suitable vein while
- standing on a scale that produces ever-increasing numbers and
- trying on bathing suits
That would just be the worst.
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