The Nurse

When I went to the Doctor's Office yesterday,
I was wondering if I would get any feedback
from the nurse or doctor about my weight loss.

I have known this nurse for YEARS.
She used to live nearby.
My older girls babysat for her years ago.
Elijah was on her son's ball team LAST SPRING.
(thus she saw me often, at my very heaviest)

Even though I was sick, I was wearing my "skinny" jeans.
(which are so NOT "skinny jeans", but to me they are)

She said not a word of noticing any weight loss as we exchanged "hello"s.


Of course, the first thing I had to do was get on the scale.
I looked down at my heavy winter boots and thought,
"oh well, I've lost so much I'm not going to worry about the weight of the boots".

Then, after having me get on the scale . . .
and taking note of my weight on my chart . . .
she said, with complete lack of any emotion  . . .
as if stating a fact that I may not be aware of . . .

"You've lost weight since the last time you were in."

"Yes.  I've been working hard at it."

end.  of.  discussion.


You know.

Don't you think that my health care professionals should at least be a slight bit interested and/or supportive of the hard work involved in losing NEARLY 50 POUNDS ?!?!

I actually wonder sometimes if some people are just so disgusted by people that are overweight, that they simply cannot celebrate someone losing 50 pounds, when the person has another 50 to lose.  It's like we haven't really accomplished anything, until we meet society's standard of beauty:
 5'5" . . .  #105  . . .   Size 5.   Those are so not my goals.

Thankfully, my doctor (a woman a bit older than I am) was much more supportive and encouraging than her nurse yesterday.


Also . . .

THANKFUL to let you know that I am feeling MUCH better this morning.

Whew!  It's been a loooong week.

Thanks for your continued prayers, for  both me and Elijah!