ranty_rie , at the very least, you should return the favor and give me motivation to study. ;)
Truth be told, I'm all planned out. I just needed to screw my head on straight after the Great Depressive Tailspin of October 2009. I need to get all my projects started and well underway by the time spring rolls around, which is when I'm predicting the next GDT will take place.
I have come to know myself to a frightening level.
I think I need a sounding board, much like I was being one to Luca during our lesson on Thursday evening. I need someone to bounce ideas off of, someone who won't be easily squicked and who will get the weirdness. If you want to volunteer go right ahead, My muse, my characters, and I would really appreciate it.
After my first appointment I can say I like my new nutritionist/dieting expert/whatthefuckever. I've had this major beef with the category at large since the first time I've seen one, so liking her is a big thing in my book. Usually, and tell me this isn't true, they eye you up and down, tell you you need to lose tot. Kg in tot. months, hand you a photocopy and send you on your way. The smarter ones ask you how many hours of sport you do in a week, and ask you what you eat, and proceed to chastise you if you happen to mention something unhealthy.
Trust me. I've been there. One had a major problem with me drinking vanilla flavored soy milk. I checked the packages, and vanilla flavored and regular soy milk? Same nutritional values.
So, this one listened to me for about half an hour as I related everything I thought would be relevant: from the (now non-existing) bulimia to my relationship with my parents, going through my weekly schedule and my eating habits and how I sometimes get fixated on something and can eat only that for weeks on end. She listened, wrote notes, asked questions, weighted and looked at me, and then sent me on my way. She's going to concoct a diet which will be personal, just for me, and I'll have to check in with her fifteen days after I start it.
My goal is not to lose weight, really. That counts as the consequence of what I'm really setting out to do: reorganizing the way I eat and the way I relate to food so I'll stop with the bulimic mindset. It won't be easy. I'm thinking it will be as hard as the first time I got back into a swimming pool after years of not going near one, or as trusting Nico with my emotional well being as our friendship ebbed and flowed throughout the past year and a half.
We'll see.
In the meantime, tonight is pizza with my favorite usual suspects. And next time I have to PR my way through the organization, please to be calling me the evening before, so I can have a shot at booking reservations at this restaurant. I swear, The Four Seasons? Has better chances of having an open spot, Dude.