really thats my fat percentage?

So today was an interesting day...it started out like a normal Sunday with church and friends and then we were off to the pool. Today me and a friend were going to get our measurements for this bootcamp that we signed up for (www.extremefittraining.com). we were told not to eat or drink anything two hours before. Have you ever been told not to eat for a certain time? Its very hard to do! Well anyways we get to the sports place where we get to go into this locker room and have every inch of our body measured. Let me tell you this is not very fun at all. Well then we move over to another line to get into this bean shaped contraption called the bod pod...which is apparently going to tell me how much a weigh and how much fat i have...once again awesome....best day ever. Its like going to the doctor and sitting there for an hour just to go in and have your finger pricked and a shot in the butt and them saying it wasn't that bad. So as we wait in line there are many conversations going on about the bootcamp, the teachers, the steroid guy running the bodpod and the door(please don't slam the door). We each go in and come out with a business card with our weight and percentage of fat write on it...I never thought one number could make me so sad:( Then we exit and are on our way to Milos to get a nice juicy burger. I know you are thinking what the hell you just said you were upset about a number so why not a salad or grilled chicken? Well since we are about to embark on a month of hard core working out and trying very hard to follow some healthy eating habits we wanted one last yummy meal before we start torturing ourselves. So on our way to Milos when guess what drama, drama, drama. You didn't think i could go one day with out drama did you? So i have to go home to deal with another episode involving crazy folks and my little sister. After taking her and dropping her off after the drama has died down I decide well if im going to eat a burger I better do it now since starting tomorrow im giving up fast food burgers and fries for a month. or until next weekend when I really want one:) Me and Cadence go through the milos drive through in wild wood and I get a combo. We pull up to the window and pay as the women hands me a bag with the food. I drive a few feet and Cadence starts demanding for a bite, bite, BITE! So I pull a fry out and have to hold in front of the vent so that it will not scorch her tongue. It finally cools down enough to hand to her. We are driving towards home at this point and I decide im going to eat a few fries myself. The first one is so hot it burns my tongue and I think why did I not hold it front of the vent for myself? So at this point we are driving through vestavia almost at Publix on 31 and I have had a few fries and then i find one that is rather cold and soggy so I hand it to my daughter who after all doesn't need to burn her self. Then i pull another hot fry of the top and pop it in my mouth. When I reach for another one....there all freaking cold as hell...you have to be kidding me. Those dirty milos workers. They just threw a couple of hot fires on top of alot of cold ones and gave it to me so I wouldn't notice until I was almost home and wouldn't turn around because I have a baby in the car and Damn it!!!!!