I decided to give our hospital weight management center a whirl. I made an appointment and thought ok, I can do this. Maybe someone that's trained in nutrition can help me understand what I was doing wrong. First, let me lead you into the building. It's in basement connected to a high end gym. But instead of going to the left, you go to the right down stairs to the basement. No windows, just a few offices with all the doors shut. The walls are painted a mustard yellow color. No paintings, no posters just mustard yellow walls. You keep walking down a winding path making a few turns and then it turned into a lobby with an extra wide-door way at the end. I talk to the cute little receptionist in colorful scrubs I sign in, and hand over my money for the visit. I take my seat looking around the room only seeing one older gentleman sitting in the corner reading the paper, perhaps waiting for his spouse. I don't wait to long and a shorter heavier women comes out smiles and calls my name. I thought all dietitians and nutritionists were skinny? I said to myself as I got up and followed her into a small room in the corner. She introduces herself and tells me says she's ready to get to the bottom of things. I get all my vitals down quickly, no medical issues. Now the discussion part of what am I doing wrong? why am I fat? and how do I get rid of it?
I brought my journals and exercise charts as requested and I brought a lot more than she was expecting because she made a cute comment about it. I sat quietly biting my lip while she read over them. My mind was racing as I was waiting for that "aha" moment. It seemed like an eternity when she finally looked up and said "You have a great diet, this is full of all the food groups". I was speechless, she said I ate better than she did. No Kidding! I could feel my eyes well up with tears. I choked them back and said I really needed some alternatives and help to take some weight off. Then I did what was called a Body Gem. It's a tool that is monitors changes in my metabolism for me to achieve personal weight loss and nutrition device that suppose to validate my (RMR) resting metabolic rate. Blah blah, everything turned out normal and I'm healthy as a horse. I sat a minute smiling at the nice lady and said ok. I put on my coat, said thank you for your time and I left. I had nothing, I just left.
