Welp. Turns out my bones are living their best life… in early retirement.
I went in expecting a gentle reminder to add some leafy greens. Instead? My DEXA scan basically lit a cigarette, patted me on the head, and whispered, “Good luck, brittle bitch.”
You ever have a machine silently judge you? That’s the DEXA experience. It doesn’t yell. It doesn’t scol…
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