I swear that if I hear one more person tell me that you can only eat 7 almonds for your liver to function properly, that I will scream! If I hear one more conversation in the lunch room about sugar grams, fat grams, appropriate forms of protien, I may pull out all of my hair! But hey, at least I could make bald a new fashion statement, right?
I think that for the next 6 weeks of this stupid health class I will be enjoying lunch anywhere but the lunchroom! Sitting at my desk with my oatmeal and facebook suddenly seems like the best option EVER. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to tell people that sometimes there is such a thing as "too healthy". I want them to know that sometimes people like me take knowledge of health and distort it and use it as a weapon against my body instead of a tool to help my body.
I still read labels. I still refuse certain ingrediants. And I also am trying really hard to balance that with moderation. You know, the kind of moderation that says it is ok if someone brings in cookies to work to have one in spite of the fact that there is no label for me to read. The kind of moderation that that knows that homemade veggie lasagna is still a healthy option, even though it has noodles in it. The kind of moderation that has lacked in my life for a while now.
For the record, work is very orange enabling right now. I could count my almonds like they recommend, or I could trust that my nutritionist knows what she is talking about when she tells me that 1/4 cup is a serving and to not measure or count but instead trust my intuition. My health depends on trusting my nutritionist right now and not letting other voices interfere with the plan that she has laid out for me. That is so much easier to say than to do.