Wednesday night turned into leftover night. On the menu: Sautéed spinach in garlic, mashed potatoes, and lentils. What made this meal great is that it is a combination of 3 different dinners I’ve had over the last few nights. They all came together perfectly for me after 2 minutes in the microwave on the same plate. Sometimes, dinner needs to happen this way. I am typing this blog as I eat my leftover masterpiece.
So last night while out to dinner, I was told “you think a lot about food”. My response? “Well, yea. That’s why I went back to school for it”. His response: (head nodding) “…good point”. So yes, I guess I am somewhat a “foodie”. I do think about food consistently throughout the day. My brain is always counting my vegetable servings, my dark leafy green numbers, and guilty…I watch what you eat too. I don’t judge, I just observe. Yet, with all my love and passion for food, your health, and nutrition education, I still sometimes feel like the weakest link in my program at school. It’s on days when the professor walks in and asks “did you guys all read about (food subject) and the (new food law) that happened two days ago?” So many times I have absolutely no idea what he/she is talking about, yet all the other hands go up. Now I read my nutrition news when I can, but what newspapers are all these people reading? Are they on some secret website I don’t know about? I belong to the American Dietetic Association, I am on the nutrition list serve at NYU, and I over do it on Google. How the hell does everyone else always know everything!? I sometimes want to turn around and say “don’t you people have jobs? Or a yoga class to get to? Or a pitcher of Sangria to finish by the time the week is over?” Still, in my little free time that is left after the homework is done, and the sangria is finished…I do read nutrition articles, because frankly it is what I love. And I say this all half joking. I go to school with a lot of smart, lovely people. I work hard, but sometimes I just need to throw my hands up in the air and laugh. There will always be someone who knows more than you, and most of the time there will always be someone who knows less than you as well. Oh Life.
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