I had my first appointment with my new nutritionist yesterday. I walked in terrified, because my previous experience with a nutritionist was with a woman that I am convinced was part of some Cold War Soviet health program. Literally - she was a tiny Russian woman who wanted regimented details about my diet and considered the numbers the be-all, end-all of nutrition coaching. And every single time I scheduled an appointment with her, it wound up being rescheduled.
But the first thing the new nutritionist asked me was what I wanted out of our program. She talked to me about my dog (always a bonus). She suggested instead of writing down every food intake, take photos of my meals. We set up a few initial goals, and not once did she demand a blood sugar reading. She assured me she wasn't there to judge, only to help me be healthy, and I discovered much to my surprise that my goal wasn't about losing weight per se - I mean, sure, weight loss is good, but I am a lot less horrified by my body than I used to be when I would look in the mirror and sob about what a gross monster I was. What I really, really want is energy. I don't want it to be a battle to get up and DO things - MU*ing included. So that's where my nutrition program is headed.
I walked out happier than I walked in, and excited to go grocery shopping with a sense of purpose as opposed to just wandering around the store feeling frustrated.
I know it's not a miracle cure, and nothing will happen quickly, but I feel incredibly hopeful.