I made a long-overdue appointment with my nutritionist today. I'll see her next Monday.
She and I have met at least once a month since I started this journey back in Sept. 2008. We don't do much beyond go over my food diaries, talk about some of my choices, plan for challenges ahead .. you know, the usual stuff.
For a long time I outsourced my weigh-ins to this nutritionist. If I were a textile factory, she would be my China.
You see, at my heaviest, absolute most overweight ever in my life, I just couldn't bear to get on the scale and stare at the number. I knew it was going to be high -- as in, pro-football player high. So I told my nutritionist I'd get on the scale. But I wasn't going to look.
We've kept up that little dance for many many months now, and it's always served me well. I just keep focusing on the direction I want to go and let her worry about exactly where I am in the journey. She tells me if I've lost or gained and how much -- but that's it.
A few weeks ago, however, I got myself on my gym scale. That's how I know that over the past month and a half -- when I have not been meeting my nutritionist -- that I have gained and lost and gained and lost the same 5lbs.
BUT .... back in the groove. Back to the nutritionist. Back to what has worked for me before. I have another 15 to get off before the end of the year.
June 28th, 2017 When We Do
9 hours ago