The first week of being back into the ‘real world’ is coming to an end on Tuesday.   This week marks how I will live my next several months – if not years.

Up today:
Primary care doc
Dietitian

–  The primary care will, hopefully, get my thyroid back into balance.  It was perfect before the House, but the vitamins and whatnot tossed it out of wack.  (But it did give me a very valid excuse for falling asleep during some of the groups – which I didn’t mind – although it was frustrating not to be able to control when I wanted to sleep.)

Mom will accompany me to this meeting – which I’ A-OK with.  I’d end up telling her everything that was said anyway and probably mis-communicate.  This way, she’ll be able to get everything first hand and pity me should a blood draw be needed.

–  The Dietitian is a bit different.  Besides Shelby at the House and my mom, I never had a dietitian – and my experiences with those two are shaky.  Eventually, I appreciated Shelby.  She allowed me certain liberties that was not granted to others – like mixing in two flavorings into shakes while everyone else could only have one.  (favorite – chocolate/brownie/cookie dough and van/raspberry/brownie)  However, at the beginning of the relationship – not so much.

In short, how could I trust the re-feeding process not to be ‘damning’ if I’m not trusted to know what’s in it, how it’s prepared, or the amount required per meal?

Of course, her counter was that knowing such things would be (the lovely word) triggering.  If I knew what the food was consisted of, she thought that I would avoid eating it because of the reconstituted stuff used.  – I’d rather have the organic and non-GMO stuff if it’s reasonably priced.

–  My mom, on the other hand, was the more traditional eat this, not that, type of lady.  Perfected the theory long before the book, she did her best to guide my weight loss before the back surgery.  She attended Wellness programs, such as water aerobics and nutritional meetings, without qualm although she was working full time and then some.  Actually, I think she was more active in it than I was as my stubbornness was showing through.

Even now, we’ve completed two grocery shopping trips this week.  In a complete reversal, it’s been highlighted that syrup doesn’t need to be sugar free – the deli doesn’t need to be low fat or fat free —

360 = Childhood vs. now.

By the way, have I mentioned I hate docs?