Date with a dietitian

Since I’m lucky to be happily married and don’t have to deal with first dates or blind dates, I am stuck with butterflies in my stomach for a whole other kind of date—one with a dietitian. A date with a dietitian is filed with many of the hopes of a first date and a new relationship—that they’ll like you, that they won’t try to change you, that you’ll be happier with this new person in your life, that you’ll become a better person, that they don’t think you’re fat (OK, maybe that one’s just me), etc. And, just like after many first dates, a new relationship with a dietitian in my experience tends to crash and burn within 3 visits. I’ve tried to date all different kinds of dieticians—skinny ones, fat ones, serious ones, funny ones—and I just never click with them. Even the reason for “breaking up” is the same—it’s not you, Ms. Dietician, it’s me. I’m not ready to commit. Don’t call me, I’ll call you.

So, off to a new dietician I go this week. I’m trying to go with an open mind, but I’m feeling jaded by the experience of dating so many different dieticians. I know I’d be better off listening to them, but I’m set in my ways, and not sure I can really change. I’ll report back, but wish me luck. At least I’m not worried about what to wear!