Had I not been so excited as the nurse ushered me into his office, I would have instantly known that not only were the famous Diet Doctor and me not a good match, but we would never establish a therapeutic relationship--much less a speaking one--either. The camouflage scrubs under his lab coat and the paratrooper boots were a dead giveaway that DOC thought he was a Brigadier General in the War on Fat, and I just do not play the dumb diet recruit with much conviction.
Anyway, so there I sat across from him, patiently waiting as he flipped through my chart. Then suddenly and without warning, Dr. X bolted to his feet, shot halfway across his desk in my direction, and started shouting at me at what I'm pretty sure was the top of his voice. His breath blasted me with such force that my earrings began twirling like windchimes, making little tinkling sounds.
"You're morbidly obese!" (Big duhh! What was your first clue?" Tell me something I don't know! And now I am ticked.)
"Well, yes, Doctor, but only by necessity. I'm working my way through University by selling my donor collagen to the tragically thin and wrinkled." (Never mind that I'm so old I'll be dead before my student loans come due.)
"Your BMI is bigger than the national debt!"
"Ummm, before or after the Stimulus Bail Outs, Doctor?"
"Where is your Diet Journal, the one you were supposed to start two weeks before this visit?"
"Hollywood. My agent says Meryl Streep is willing to gain 100 pounds just to star as me...she says there's an Oscar in it for her."
"You need to take this SERIOUS!"
"Of course, Doctor...is it by prescription, or can I buy it over the counter?"
At least that's the way I remember our encounter. (And yes, I identify closely with Evelyn/Towanda in her famous parking space scene in Fried Green Tomatoes, so my memory of events may not be entirely accurate, but they're close enough to qualify as the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!)
Fortunately, there were no casualties during my doctor visit--well, just my singed eyebrows and a couple of dangles that fell off my earrings. And as fate would have it, when I got home, I had an email waiting from my sister, Gemini the Elder, urging me to check out the Let's Do Lunch site. And here I am. But I ask you, where do doctors get off treating abundant people as if we're all liars, imbeciles, undisciplened and unwashed slobs, noncompliant... Whoops! Sorry, I forgot myself there for a moment and started preaching to the choir.
Thanks for letting me vent (rant.)
We rock. 
I just detest that kind of treatment period, but yanno what
Well, success and health are the ways to measure effectiveness of a weight loss approach, and we have a winner with Let's Do Lunch! If enough of us share our "secret" with our doctors, then they will see that there is a better way. Pam
laughing I got a few to add too. 
Don't these people have to take an oath? Don't they understand that you are coming to them for help? He is an insensitive lout - I feel sorry for the women in his life. I am sure that same attitude is applied to them as well. 
I know we can do this together ---esp. with the great love and support we receive from our little community. We all love you here. Your positive attitude is infectious! 
Good Plan Little Mary!!!