So I never, never, ever thought this would happen but I found a doctor that I like. Nay, a doctor I love! Seriously, I have never even felt warmly towards a doctor, much less felt so fond of them. This guy was just super cool and everything I've wanted from a doctor, which honestly isn't much. Just be nice, patient, talk to me, don't treat me like I'm stupid, and don't act like being a doctor annoys you. You guys know what I'm talking about right? Like where the doctor just seems like they'd rather drive nails in their eyes than have to be in the room talking to you.
Anyway, this guy is 34 (today was his birthday!), so I have officially reached old age where my doctor is younger than me. Just by a year but you know. ;) Anyway, he was warm, enthusiastic and friendly right away. He is a runner (an ultra marathoner no less) and is very passionate about weight loss, so we talked about that quite a bit. When I told him about my past with having plantar fasciitis and being told by a foot doctor that I was basically too fat to run, but that I defied the doctor and kept running anyway and ended up completing a marathon, he gave me a fist bump. Seriously, what doctor does that? Cool, young ones I guess. He had a very fun sense of humor, so we were joking and laughing the whole time. At one point he had Google up and we were recommending different running books to one another, and talking about our favorite recipes from the Runner's World cookbook.
Then he did pretty much the greatest thing ever in my eyes. He F bombed in front of me without meaning to. Now I know that may make some clutch their pearls and seek medical attention elsewhere, but I personally love nothing more than an F bomb when I'm not expecting it. It's a long story, but he was telling me about trying to run on the treadmill one day when the director of the Portland Marathon approached his treadmill. Apparently he had on a Portland Marathon finishing shirt, and the director started asking him if he had any feedback about the race, as he was in the middle of a tough run. As he was relaying the story to me he then says, "I wanted to tell the guy 'I've got some f***ing feedback about you bothering me and almost making me fall of the treadmill'" I seriously just about died, because then you could see that he was a bit ashamed after saying it, but of course I was loving it.
Anyway, I was able to discuss all of my concerns with him and we are going to try out some stuff to see if my digestive issues improve. I am also proud to report that my blood pressure was a perfect 120/80, which I don't even remember the last time that was the case!
I weighed this morning before the doctor just to check to see where I am at. I was at 205, which is only one pound higher that the low weight of 204 a couple of weeks ago. It's amazing how just a couple days of water and sensible eating will put me right!
I also went shopping today for some more interview outfits, and I was able to buy a couple of pants (size 14) and another blouse that I really like. I can see now why some women really love shopping. I have to admit, I was having fun wandering around the store today and finding different stuff. It's just a different experience when "normal" sizes fit you, in the past I have felt so resentful when I had to shop for clothes because I had to settle for things that fit me that I didn't like. Now I get to choose what fits me, things that I like and that make me feel chic and pretty. I even found a pair of heels that don't look like hooker heels! I probably still won't wear them much because I like the freedom and comfort of minimalist shoes and flats, I hardly ever wear heels, but they are good to have with my interview outfits since heels always make outfits look a little more polished.
What I'm trying to say is, it was a pretty good day. :)