A few weeks ago I had my first session with a new client. At the end of our time together I asked her how she felt about my recommendations and she replied, “Good. Really good, actually. I was afraid that you were going to tell me I had to stop eating meat!”
On a summer’s evening, a month or so before I started nutrition school, my guy and I drove out to our favourite old-timey ice cream place. I ordered my usual – a hot caramel sundae with nuts – and since it had been a tough week, hell it had been a tough 30 years, I upgraded my sundae to a size medium even though it was always too much and left me with a stomach ache.
As I sat there eating the ice cream I didn’t even want, ashamed that I was once again overeating, I thought to myself, “when I’m a nutritionist I’ll finally have the perfect diet.”