One of the advantages of living in New York is that everyone else lives here too.

For example, I had loved a book about nutrition that was full of simple tips and pretty down to earth, completely the opposite of the New York nutrition craze I was trying to make sense of. It had helped me change the way I was eating, I started running, I lost those pounds that had kept me from my ideal weight without having to try too hard, and really, let’s just be honest — I felt really great about myself.

People were even asking ME for nutrition tips. ME. I mean, seriously.

Then, because it’s kind of inevitable. I slowly gained those few pounds back during the super cold winter months and went back to my non-ideal self. I’m relatively at peace with that version of myself, but even so, you know how it is — no matter how much we like ourselves the way we are, #extrapoundssuckanyway

It was time to do something about it, so I googled the author of my book, and, oh yay!!!

Her nutrition office was only two minutes from my apartment.

I made an appointment right away and couldn’t wait to go. If her book had helped me so much, I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to meet her in person. It was going to be life changing!

The day of the appointment, I showed up at her door and… Well, let’s just say the photo on the cover of the book with her smiling, glowing, and healthy must have been taken on a really good day. Instead, she had that super skinny and very muscular New York type body.
No problem, don’t judge people by the way they look, right? (Remind me to write a post about that next week — I’ve got a new theory on the subject).

So we started talking about my eating habits, and she started giving me really, really basic tips that, of course, I knew already (like all of us — I already know everything (and everything that contradicts it) about nutrition). I felt disappointment starting to sink in. You know what it’s like: you really want to believe in something, so you put your whole heart into it.

That day, I left feeling slightly disappointed, but still super optimistic. It’s just the first appointment! I was really going to make some new discoveries next time. She asked me to keep a journal of everything I was eating, so I did everything exactly as she asked, even though it was a big pain, and I went back.

Second appointment? Pfff. Same thing. I learned how big a steak should be (the size of an iPhone) even though I rarely eat steak and uh… Other things that started sounding like they were going a little down the eating disorder road, which I ended up thinking maybe she has. Maybe I was imagining things.

Obviously, not only did I not lose a pound, I also lost all the enthusiasm I’d had for the book, and I stopped going to see her.

So here are three lessons I learned from this adventure:

1 / 99% of the time, it’s disappointing to meet the author. (That 1% is really worth it, though).
2 / Sometimes it’s ok to judge people by their appearance, especially if you’re entrusting them with your health.
3 / It’s not the book that makes you lose weight, it’s just a little dose of will power. (And running?)

So there you have it. Oh, and by the way, does anybody know of a good book on will power?

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Has anything like that ever happened to you? Have you ever gone to see a nutritionist?

Translated by Andrea Perdue