Prehistory

Not long before the ER visit I described yesterday, I visited a doctor who made me feel very angry and hurt.  My husband and I call him Aggie Doctor, because he had Texas A&M paraphernalia tacked all over his examination room.  He was not my usual doctor, but worked in the same office as my primary care doctor at the time.

I had to see him that day because I felt very ill.  My feet were swollen and tingly, my head was rushing, and I felt like fainting (I may have; I don’t remember for sure.)  My husband had to miss work to drive me there because I was not feeling well enough to drive. 

I didn’t like Aggie Doctor.  He was just rude.  He said my problems were likely related to my high blood pressure.  He increased the dosage on my blood pressure medicine, and lectured me about my weight.  He told me to lose weight and said, “This blood pressure incident should be a wake-up call for you.  You really need to lose some weight.”

Wake-up call?  Like I didn’t know I was fat until he pointed it out?  I was a size 28 and was on the verge of being too fat for Lane Bryant clothes!  I had tried losing weight in the past, but nothing was ever terribly successful.  I tried low-fat, but I was hungry all the time.  I tried the Jared Subway thing, but I got bored with it.  Honestly, I didn’t know how to lose weight.  Aggie Doctor didn’t give me any clues, either; he just gave me a lecture, a prescription, and the bill.

I really can’t say whether Aggie Doctor helped me get on the right track.  What I decided shortly after I started losing weight was this:  when I reached my goal weight, I was going to get dressed up in a short, tight, leather mini-skirt, go into his office, lean over his desk, and coo sultrily, “Wake-up call…”  My husband is in completely in favor of the idea, because he knows it would end there, and because he thought Aggie Doctor was a jerk.

I didn’t go back to that office after that, not even to see my usual doctor.  A few days later, my husband and I were at the grocery store, and I was staring blankly at frozen dinners, trying to decide which ones would help me lose weight.  A woman in the aisle struck up a conversation with me, and it turned out she had just lost about 60 pounds.  She gave me the name of her doctor — “this doctor actually listens“, the woman told me, so I switched doctors immediately.  The idea of a doctor actually listening sounded incredibly intriguing.  And she was right — the new doctor did listen, and I never looked back.  (I don’t go to her anymore, because she decided to become a fibromyalgia specialist rather than a general practitioner.  I love my new doctor even more, but she’s a post for another day.)

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3 comments so far

  1. totaltransformation on

    Wow. That is an amazing transformation. Congrats!

    I am 23 lbs into my own weight loss journey.

  2. Mari on

    I just started on my weight loss journey. I found your blog today by accident. Of course, I’m old enough to be your mother (trust me, my son is 36 and I already know how old you are!), but I still think I can do this, successfully.

    I will be looking forwarding to reading more about your story.

    Fantastic pics! You look marvelous! And I’m sure you feel 100 times better too! Congrats!

  3. […] if the medical community wants to keep lecturing Americans about how they need to lose weight (Aggie Doctor included), they need to really find ways to support us both physically and psychologically as we do […]


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