Of course the first thing she brought up was my weight. I said I was eating 1600 calories. She said thats not enough. I said I was literally trying really hard. I then had to explain it was not intentional and I was eating entire jars of apple sauces and table spoons of peanut butter. She thought the entire jars of apple sauce was interesting. Then I mentioned the other stuff I've been eating and she layed off. I said my size did bother me and I didn't want my coworkers to start gossiping about me being this small 30 year old guy. Especially when I look like a teenager. Then we had to have that whole talk about guys come in many shapes and sizes that I have had a number of time with people. I told her the stuff my last therapist had said about my appeareance and how it bothered me. I told her I wasn't trying to throw her under the bus but it just bothered me. My T's eyes flared up and chewed the other one out some more. She said "I was so pissed at her about what she did and I feel very protective of you." Ehhhh. Not sure how I feel about that comment. Makes me feel like shes bordering on countertransference. After that we just talked some more about my worries. She said it seems like I have a lot. I told her I didn't take my prestiq since it makes me tired. She said at the end to keep emailing her because she loves reading my emails... so I guess today went well. When I got home I realized I had barely eaten today so it was probably more that then anxiety.