Now, that's what I'm talking about.

I went to the doctor on Thursday to check out my stomach issues and, of course, had to go through the usual preliminary taking of the vitals... blood pressure (good), pulse (normal), height (shorter than I thought!) and weight.

And that's where the good news comes in. This time, when the nurse -- or physician's assistant or whatever he was -- had me step on the scale, he pushed the weight weight on the bar over to 100. Not 150 or 200. 100.

Yay.

Now, certainly, I don't weigh anything near 100 pounds, but I'm glad he thought I was between 100 and 150 rather over 200.

Much better.