My Doctor is Full of Hooey! This is my new mantra for now, until I convince myself of it. Here's why: A few weeks before my surgery, my doctor had to do a physical. At the time he had to weigh me. He started to give me a very hard time about my weight, said things like "Your husband is losing weight and you're gaining it for him." and told me that I need to lose a minimum of 25 lbs, preferably 35. So, I started exercising frantically and really being careful (but sensible) about my eating. Joined SparkPeople, started measuring and tracking calories and food intake, etc. I got on the scale a week later and the needle had not budged. Kept up with the frantic exercise. But then I started to think: My doctor had never EVER expressed a concern about my weight UNTIL he saw the number on the scale. Not by looking at me, not by taking blood pressure or any of the other standard tests that they do. To look at me, I'm not carrying a lot of excess flesh (other than that dratted baby tummy). I wear size 2 pants, sometimes size 0 if it's a large cut. So, I got out the tape measure to assess the situation: Chest: 38 Waist: 29 1/2 (because of that dratted baby tummy) Hips: 36 And I had my body fat percentage assessed. It was about 18% at the time, and since the surgery I've lost a bit of weight because I'm not moving around much and just not very hungry. So! Either I'm meant to be so thin and gaunt that I'm invisible, or I have a higher than average weight for someone my size. My doctor votes for A. After a lot of soul searching, I vote for B. Those BMI and height-weight ratio charts have always been the bane of my existence. I remember one of the huge triggers for my many years of anorexia was the fact that we were all weighed in grade 8 and I weighed a pound more than the "fat girl" in our class. So, as far as I'm concerned My Doctor is Full of Hooey! It's really important that I believe that, because I don't want to start the slow slide into disordered eating again. I've worked so hard to regain a healthy relationship with food and I'm just not willing to give that up. In a way this has helped me. I am incredibly motivated not just to step up my healthy eating and exercise plans, but also to confront my scale demons. Ever since I've been in eating disorder recovery I have been afraid of the scale. So...I decided to start weighing myself regularly, promising that I would not judge myself for good or ill, but just use the numbers as a measure. Say it with me: Trinity, Your Doctor is Full of Hooey!