Déja vu

Today I got a new meal plan for next eight weeks. Starting on mondayI am supposed to gain 10 kilograms until July. And than another 10 kilos until October. Whoa. 20 KILOGRAMS. Would it be me? I have managed to gain 4 kilograms since Christmas, but 20 more?
Mrs.Freud is not my therapist. She is head psychiatrist of the adolescent department of ED clinic where I was hospitalized twice in my teens. By the way the hospital is learning centre of my faculty and it´s bit unpleasant. I was there for anthropometric examination and she want me to speak after I got this me+20 news.

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Me: Don´t you think it´s better to set little goals, little steps...?
Mrs.Freud: Did it help you in the past?
Oh dear. I´ve been confrontated with this strategy for too long.
Me: Umm. Not really. But in inpatient it worked.
Mrs.Freud: You consider inpatient?
I consider wheter give up or not. Let´s apply your methods.
Me: Did you think it´s helped me in the past?
Mrs.Freud: We restored your weight.
Oh. You. Well. I was involved in the "restoration" as well, do you remember?? It´s a pitty it doesn´t affect another structures of my person.
Me: You certainly did. I am sorry I have to go, my lecture starts in 20 minutes.

There is no point in our conversation. It was kind of déja vu. I don´t dislike her. She certainly is professional. I would like to tell her I am recovered and she saved my life, I would like to thank her and hug her and cry or show her my child or something happyend-ish. I was almost crying when going to lecture. Here we go.