I had been told by my doctor that if I didn’t lose some weight; I was looking at diabetes and heart disease in my future.
My parents both had diabetes, heat disease, and severe arthritis.
I didn’t want any of this. The doctor suggested I try nutritional counseling to get back into shape. When I went to the nutritional counselor, she was quick to ask questions. She was a skinny girl who looked like she was barely out of her teens. She also told me that it was difficult to lose weight when you were my age. She had me so upset that I walked out of there and I didn’t stop to make another appointment. My doctor called and asked how my appointment with the nutrition counselor went. I told him it upset me. She gave me a diet and insulted me. He was aghast and started asking what happened. He then gave me the number for a nutrition counsellor that lived in town. He told me to call her up and tell her he sent me. This sounded a bit clandestine, but if I wanted to lose weight, I needed to talk to someone. When I got to the office, a woman about my age greeted me, and she took me back to her office. It was nothing more than a kitchen with some charts on the walls. That first time, she had me helping her cook. She showed me different ways to cook food that made it healthier with less salt and fat and more nutrition. The nutrition counsellor worked with me for about two months and told me I was ready to graduate. I had already lost thirty pounds.