I was really nervous for my appointment with a new doctor yesterday morning for a variety of reasons, but mostly because I knew the nurse would weigh me. I'd brought records from another one of my doctors (I have a lot) that had my weight from May, which was significantly lower than it is now. Of course, I assumed that the new doctor's reaction to my new weight would be OMG FATTEST PATIENT EVER! WHO GAINS THAT MUCH WEIGHT IN ONE SUMMER??? I CAN'T WORK WITH THIS! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE! I'M GONNA PUKE! instead of something more reasonable and positive, considering my current weight is much healthier than my old weight.
So imagine my shock when the doctor turned out to be the sweetest, loveliest, nicest woman ever. And she was not - if you can believe it - disgusted by the sight of me, or by the number on the scale. In fact, when I mentioned that I was in recovery from anorexia, her only reaction was: "Good for you. Really great job. I'm so happy for you."