Today I went to the doctor (checkup), and when I got on the scale, the nurse said, “Not bad.”

Not bad?

What the HECK is that supposed to mean?

So I laughed and said, “Not bad?  What do you mean ‘not bad?’ You can’t say ‘Not bad’”

She just laughed and that was the end of it.  No explanation, no apology, nada.  I clearly spent about 4 minutes wondering what she meant (fortunately not someone who stresses about weight too too much) and the rest of the day thinking about what a hilariously ridiculously weird thing it was to say. . . whether she’s said that before. . . whether she gets why it’s really not a good choice of words. . .

So in those four wondering minutes, I came to the fortunate conclusion that whatever she meant by it. . . well. . . it’s definitely not bad.

Might not be good, perhaps better than expected, but certainly not bad.

What’s funny is that when I saw the weight, I actually thought something very close to “not bad,” myself.  Better than expected considering the relative lack of exercise over the past. . . say. . . 21-22 months or so (got pretty huge toward the end there).  BUT, for all you nurses and nurses-to-be out there (ahem). . . when you weigh someone – perhaps ESPECIALLY a post-baby lady – if you go with “not bad,” be prepared to defend yourself.