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nwhikerYeah, Saturday. I have three things to say and didn't want to make three separate short posts.
1. Hiking still on for Wednesday even though the weather is going to be less than stellar, i.e. raining. Rain doesn't really bother me unless I wanted to see views (the initially planned hike was near Mt Rainier), so we've changed our destination to a waterfall and we'll just get soaked by rain and spray, LOL.
2. To add to the complications.... Wednesday, one of our favorite bands is in town. We hesitated but dh, Anne-Chloe, and I are going to go to the concert. We should be back from the hike in plenty of time, we'll skip the opening acts, mask up, and the venue is reasonably large, so hopefully it'll be ok. It's a risk, and maybe one we should not take, but.
3. Major small milestone on my weight loss path. Many years ago, in France, I had an MD whose idea of helping me -at that point a semi-recovering bulimic, LOL- lose weight was to... berate me and tell me how disgusting and gross I was. She was not the first or the last French MD to use that, uh, motivating technique but she was affiliated with the university and she held my registration hostage, giving me temporary extensions to my health certificate as long as I came in every other Friday afternoon at 3:15PM to be berated by her. Anyhow, she explained -every other week!- to me that if I gained even 5 more pounds, my life would be over, I would never get married, have kids, do anything, I'd be bed-ridden (at that point, I weighed about 68kg/150lbs, so eh). Then there was the weight I passed today. She said that if I ever got that fat, I should just commit suicide and would spend the rest of the session talking about the different methods I could use. When she found out I was moving back the US, she spent a good amount of time telling me how to blow my brains out with a gun I could easily get there, and to do it in the bathtub. Yes, it was abuse. (*) I've passed her 'suicide weight' more than once, up and down, and it never fails to give me pause, that she truly seemed to think that a fat person's life was not worth living. Anyhow. Oh. She disappeared one day. I showed up after Spring Break for my appointment and found a young-ish man in her place. He asked me why I was meeting with her I said for weight counseling, he said well, you could stand to lose a few kilos, do you need any help or support? I said no, he said to come back if I needed anything and signed the paperwork.
(*) Did I have any recourse? Not sure. Administrative fiefdoms are powerful things, or at least were, in France, and I needed to be registered to be able to a) attend classes and b) legally be in the country. One of my friends was in a similar situation with this MD. Christine had had to go see her for an STI, and got a full slut shaming routine, antibiotic Rx withheld unless weekly visits. So there was a pattern there and I suspect someone eventually did complain.
1. Hiking still on for Wednesday even though the weather is going to be less than stellar, i.e. raining. Rain doesn't really bother me unless I wanted to see views (the initially planned hike was near Mt Rainier), so we've changed our destination to a waterfall and we'll just get soaked by rain and spray, LOL.
2. To add to the complications.... Wednesday, one of our favorite bands is in town. We hesitated but dh, Anne-Chloe, and I are going to go to the concert. We should be back from the hike in plenty of time, we'll skip the opening acts, mask up, and the venue is reasonably large, so hopefully it'll be ok. It's a risk, and maybe one we should not take, but.
3. Major small milestone on my weight loss path. Many years ago, in France, I had an MD whose idea of helping me -at that point a semi-recovering bulimic, LOL- lose weight was to... berate me and tell me how disgusting and gross I was. She was not the first or the last French MD to use that, uh, motivating technique but she was affiliated with the university and she held my registration hostage, giving me temporary extensions to my health certificate as long as I came in every other Friday afternoon at 3:15PM to be berated by her. Anyhow, she explained -every other week!- to me that if I gained even 5 more pounds, my life would be over, I would never get married, have kids, do anything, I'd be bed-ridden (at that point, I weighed about 68kg/150lbs, so eh). Then there was the weight I passed today. She said that if I ever got that fat, I should just commit suicide and would spend the rest of the session talking about the different methods I could use. When she found out I was moving back the US, she spent a good amount of time telling me how to blow my brains out with a gun I could easily get there, and to do it in the bathtub. Yes, it was abuse. (*) I've passed her 'suicide weight' more than once, up and down, and it never fails to give me pause, that she truly seemed to think that a fat person's life was not worth living. Anyhow. Oh. She disappeared one day. I showed up after Spring Break for my appointment and found a young-ish man in her place. He asked me why I was meeting with her I said for weight counseling, he said well, you could stand to lose a few kilos, do you need any help or support? I said no, he said to come back if I needed anything and signed the paperwork.
(*) Did I have any recourse? Not sure. Administrative fiefdoms are powerful things, or at least were, in France, and I needed to be registered to be able to a) attend classes and b) legally be in the country. One of my friends was in a similar situation with this MD. Christine had had to go see her for an STI, and got a full slut shaming routine, antibiotic Rx withheld unless weekly visits. So there was a pattern there and I suspect someone eventually did complain.
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