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So, I made it to the nutritionist today. I'm feeling... unconvinced.
I was kind of hoping for some general guidelines to work with; something like, more protein here, less carbs here, these foods are good, these you ought to avoid. Instead, I got basically a menu to live off of. The menu is pretty limited, and doesn't really allow for flexibility or creativity, and assume that one has time to pre-cook stuff.
I was provided with a pile of recipes, almost all of which look bland and uninteresting; it's basically the same kind of bland, uninteresting stuff my parents keep working at. I'm going to try to stick to it for a while anyway, but I suspect that I'll just cough up the cash (this ain't covered by OHIP) and take what I can live with and see how I do.
On the fun side, it took just over two hours to get to the place from work, plus 30 minutes to stop and eat some lunch. It'll be a bit quicker once the Sheppard subway line opens next week, but it's still a trek, and it'll still end up with me basically losing half a day of work...
I spent a good deal of my life feeling guilty about everything I ate, and hating most of the food I was eating. I don't especially want to go back to that, and I know Liz won't put up with this limited menu.
If this is what I have to do to live longer, maybe a shorter life is the better deal?
Blah. I am tired and feeling negative. I want to eat birthday cake to rebel.
I was kind of hoping for some general guidelines to work with; something like, more protein here, less carbs here, these foods are good, these you ought to avoid. Instead, I got basically a menu to live off of. The menu is pretty limited, and doesn't really allow for flexibility or creativity, and assume that one has time to pre-cook stuff.
I was provided with a pile of recipes, almost all of which look bland and uninteresting; it's basically the same kind of bland, uninteresting stuff my parents keep working at. I'm going to try to stick to it for a while anyway, but I suspect that I'll just cough up the cash (this ain't covered by OHIP) and take what I can live with and see how I do.
On the fun side, it took just over two hours to get to the place from work, plus 30 minutes to stop and eat some lunch. It'll be a bit quicker once the Sheppard subway line opens next week, but it's still a trek, and it'll still end up with me basically losing half a day of work...
I spent a good deal of my life feeling guilty about everything I ate, and hating most of the food I was eating. I don't especially want to go back to that, and I know Liz won't put up with this limited menu.
If this is what I have to do to live longer, maybe a shorter life is the better deal?
Blah. I am tired and feeling negative. I want to eat birthday cake to rebel.
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Like tylorael and tafkar have said, take her suggestions with a grain of salt and look at healthy alternatives to carbs but don't cut them out entirely. It just may mean that you might have to eat the yummiest organic whole wheat and pesto pasta on a regular basis. What a shame that would be!
Diets suck ass and make you hate eating more than anything else, and then make you snack on the most decadent foods in between your regulated meal intervals because you're dying from hunger and blandness. I personally feel that you gain more weight when you feel guilty about what you're eating, rather than just relaxing and taking things in moderation.
I still think that you should beat her about the head with a large smoked salmon so that you can knock some sense into her, and maybe knock her off her "pasta is morally evil" pedestal.
And if you cook one of those horrendous meals she suggested, for a dinner party, I'm going to refuse to come over and take you out for a sushi boat instead.
Moron. *smack*