I went to my new doctor yesterday, mainly just so I could get my drug hook-up (see previous migraine post). I also got a physical, prescription for a lab work up, and a vaccination. Woo hoo.
My doctor was really nice. I'm to the age where the newer doctors are my peers and I could see going out to lunch with this one sometime. But of course, the weight topic came up. She was very nice about it, but I know that my current weight (and BMI, if you're into that sort of thing) sets off all sorts of alarms in the medical professional's mind.
I told her briefly about losing a bunch of weight several years ago and how most of it has crept back on. I told her about my experience last year seeing the dietician who essentially called me a liar (or delusional). I told her about my current workout regimen and how I haven't lost any weight, but I have lost 9 inches in the last month and a half.
She had a couple of thoughts, including me joining a research study at a local hospital involving tracking. Which made me laugh as I told her that I've tracked my food off and on for YEARS. In the end, we discussed it, and determined that for now, I would continue what I'm doing, since at least in terms of body composition, I am seeing some results. If I'm concerned about it in a couple of months, she and I can discuss options.
She was very nice, but this is just one of those awkward conversations that I've had before and will probably have again. No one seems to understand how I could be doing all the right things and still be obese. Well, it's very, very possible. Trust me.
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