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My current state is this: I feel like the pits. I even had diet coke today and I was still lethargic. Ick. So I got home and the guilt trip ensued. I didn't go running Monday because I felt awful. I didn't go yesterday because I sped home from work, ate, changed, and headed to an activity and then got home too late to go because I had to get to bed. So, I gave myself the mother of all guilt trips and decided I would just run for 30 minutes and call it a deal.

Except then I thought about the bariatric webinar I sat in on today and the importance of exercising and I thought, You know Gabe, you should be an example. And thank you to the girl who was running near me, who immediately triggered my competitive side. I'm a little competitive (that's a full blown lie).  So then I busted to get to 4 miles in 32 minutes and that was hard. My body is not happy with me. But then the adrenaline and hormones kicked in and I pushed myself and ended up doing intervals for a grand total of 7.36 miles. My body still hates me but my conscience is clear...until tomorrow. Exercise people. Just do it. I'm serious. 

Also I felt the need to blog. My friend Clary texted me today and this is all the text said, "I saw your blog post this morning" followed by...nothing. This had me slightly concerned because usually Clary is very expressive and we are constantly cracking jokes and such so I panicked and could not remember for the life of me what I blogged about yesterday--I was that tired. Then it dawned on me that the first thing most people who see is The Biebs and weeeeellllllll, that had to change stat. 

This post is lame. I apologize for the sub-par blogging, but the Biebs had to go. I'm eating toast and then going to bed. Over and out. 

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GHOSTBUSTERS!

This evening two of my roommates and I and some of our pals went to watch an outdoor movie at a park. It was so fun! The weather was perfect, the movie was funny, good company, good times! Bill Murray is so funny. Gosh I love him. Next week we're going to watch Young Frankenstein. I'm pretty excited.

Have you ever had a week where you just can't remember what happened 2 hours ago? This week I feel like I had to remind myself to eat, take a bathroom break, breathe, and sleep. It's been CRAZY! Working with trauma and ICU patients is sure not easy but it's fun. I am a nerd and LOVE calculating formulas. I know, I'm weird. Scary thought though--when someone asks me what I do I usually answer "saving lives with nutrition!," or something witty and it's kind of true but mostly it's kind of a joke. Except now it's not. I actually could potentially cause serious damage or kill someone if I gave a patient the wrong formula, or started them on tube feeds too soon. SCARY. Also, please take care of your kidneys and liver ok? Just do it. I'm really tired of seeing people with chronic kidney disease or liver failure. It's just not fun. Be nice to your body and you will be a very happy old person. Trust me.

Bedtime. I'm exhausted. My eyes are dry. I think I might need glasses, or maybe my eyes have been strained from staring at computer screens and charts and journal articles allllll day. I have a tension headache or maybe it's from all the learning I've done this week. My brain is expanding trying to fit it all! Oh! I had Chipotle for the first time yesterday. Delish! Also. Tomorrow is Friday. Oh HAPPY DAY!

Happy Weekend!

The Cookie Situation

I love food.

It's really as simple as that. I am a dietetics major which is both fun and highly irritating. That means that when I'm not thinking about food for myself, I'm thinking about it for other people and therefore I'm always thinking of food. It doesn't help that one of my jobs is dietetics-related, which further requires me to think and talk about food. I also live in a region of the country that prides itself on fine and varied cuisine.

I love food! I just love food. However, I have a soft spot for chocolate and cookies and ice cream. I love them. I mean really, my first word was "cookie." What does that tell you about me and my love for cookies? At school I pretty much ate a cookie or a piece of chocolate everyday. 'Twas marvelous and might I add-I lost weight thank you. But then I came home and one day my mom caught me eating 5 cookies. Yup, five. BUSTED. She lectured me on weight gain and healthy eating habits and how if I am going to be a dietitian I can't be doing this. So, I felt like a 5-year old caught with my hand in the cookie jar (really it was the 21-year old caught getting cookies from the freezer WHICH might I add--can I help myself when my mom-who is an absolutely faaaaabulous baker-bakes all these delicious treats and then puts them in the freezer) So I come home from college and I don't have to cook and now I can't indulge in a cookie after a horrid and long day??? I decided to take action. But first, a few questions: Am I overweight? No. Am I gaining weight? No. Is their a problem? Maybe. I mean I can't have 5 cookies everyday. So I tried to stop eating sugar and save it for Sundays but you know, that's a horrid thing to do. HORRID. Deprive me of the one thing I love to eat because....why? Because why? There's no logical reason for this really. Could I cut back? Yeah sure, but you know what happens? When I tell myself I can't have cookies or chocolate, it's all I think about. It consumes my thoughts. Reading...I think of cookies, at work....I think of cookies, eating lunch...all I want is a cookie! GAH! Plus, the more someone tells me I can't do something or eat something or I shouldn't do something or eat something, the more I want to do it or eat it. So don't tell me what to do unless you want me to do it. So then when I crack and eat a cookie, I have to have 4. It's a binge. And you're telling me that's healthy? Heavens no! It's not wonder eating disorders are so prevalent!!!! So as a dietitian-to-be, what do I do? As I young woman who wants to maintain a nice figure yet enjoy the beautiful part of life that is made of eating, what do I do!?

Here's what I'm doing. Here's what I'd counsel a client to do and here's what I'm telling myself to do. You love cookies, eat cookies. FOR HEAVEN SAKES EAT COOKIES!!!! Food is given to us for pleasure. Eating should be fun, enjoyable, exciting, and satisfying. However, don't have 5 cookies everyday. Limit yourself but don't constrict yourself. That's just health suicide. So, I'm stopping this ridiculous No Gabe, no sweets whatsoever today. I was taught the beauty of being a dietetian is you know everything fits into a diet. Cookies will fit into my diet without me gaining 50 pounds. So, I'm stopping this stupid sugar restriction because it's not working. I'm allowing myself to have a cookie. Yum. Don't you dare tell me I can't have something when there's no logical reason for me not to have it, and please don't talk to me about my weight or my figure when it's quite clearly not an issue. I don't mean to turn this into a rant but this is the sort of thing I have to fight against as a dietitian and as a woman because we all know weight is a hot topic. So ladies, if you're reading this, enjoy eating. I beg you. Don't make yourself miserable. Eat right. You know what this means. If you don't-go to eatright.org and learn about it. Or message me-my mind is crammed, stuffed, and oozing with information I'm just dying to share with you. YES you CAN have sweets. Just small amounts and in MODERATION.

Go food!