I’ve been seeing the same primary-care doctor for 15 years, since I graduated from college. He is truly outstanding. He’s very thorough, very attentive, extremely funny — and never blames my fat for causing illnesses. In the 15 years I’ve been going to him, I’ve probably gained 50 pounds, and yet he never brings up the topic of losing weight. About 5 years ago, my blood pressure was — for the first time in my life — consistently high. And *I* brought up my weight, asking if I should try to lose weight to lower my blood pressure.
Do you know what he said? “It might help, but it might not; there are a lot of skinny people with hypertension, and a lot of fat people without it.”
I could have kissed him. (And, eventually, after taking blood pressure meds for a couple of years, my blood pressure went back to normal, so I could stop taking the drugs. That was despite the fact that I *gained,* not lost, weight. So my kick-ass doctor was right!)
Anyway, I saw him today, because I’m fairly sure I have an ulcer, and after the appointment was over and I was driving back to work, it occurred to me how utterly fucking lucky I am to have such a good doctor who truly feels like he’s working *with* me, who never ever falls for the “But don’t you know FAT IS UNHEALTHY?!?” trap.
I wish everyone could have a doctor like him. We all deserve it.