I hear there are frost warnings in hell

I went to see Mr. My Doctor, for my semi-annual humiliation. That's where I actually drive to this guy's office and pay him to tell me I'm fat and need to lose weight.

Funny thing happened this time. He didn't say any of that. He told me 'good job' and sent me on my merry way. He did say I could stand to lose a bit more, but overall, he was uncharacteristically complimentary.

Tell me that wasn't a snowball that just hit me in the back.