Hello!
I am a 25 year old University student from Montreal, studying to become a registered dietitian. I originally became interested in nutrition when a friend of mine told me about a program offered at McGill and it was by chance and choice that I decided to go into the program not fully aware of what it entailed. Fast forward to 4 years now, I am almost done with my degree and will be thrown into the meat market to be prodded and poked by other pros in my field.To be honest, I am the complete opposite of what you are used to describing a dietitian.
I do not diet, I do not calculate all my calories, I do not exercise and I do not care about what I eat, mostly when it's junk food!
So whyyyyyyyyyyy am I a dietitian? Because somewhere along the line of being a registered dietitian, I find my real passion of teaching within it. And as many of you may agree, every passion requires something to give up and although I could have become a teacher, this profession seems perfect for me in a very indirect way.
You see, I was an overweight child growing up. I had a lot of insecurities and I always thought until perhaps the age of 13 years old that I was not that fat, until I couldn't fit into a medium or a small, and needed the larger size.
I'll tell you about this one day where I was all of a sudden fascinated with buying overalls. Does anyone remember back in the 1990s, when overalls became a fad once again? I saw a lot of girls wearing a tank or tee with overalls... and I wanted to be one of them. So, I went to a mall with my dad, and my awkward brother and we met this teenage girl we knew from our community. She was working at a clothing store, and at this store, yes, they were selling overalls. So she picked a size (I said large just to be safe) and even that did not fit me. Not only did it not fit me, I got stuck in it! It wasn't coming off! So here I am, in a boxy changing room, 13 year old me stuck in a pair of overalls and this 19 year old girl, super skinny asking me if I'm okay, if I need another size, if she can come in..... and all I said was "I'm fine, just give me a second." After handing over the overalls and saying what was supposed to be "thanks anyways", I walked a little too fast coming out of that store, mumbled a little too quickly to make it look normal and I am sure that anybody with me would have felt my cheeks go red as I stormed out of that store. It's a very tiny example of some of the moments that I went through my teenage years with the embarrassment and the insecurities of feeling fat, because indeed as a child, yes, I knew something was different about me, but it didn't bother me as much as when I became a teenager.Over the years, I've lost weight, and over the recent year, I've practically gained much of it back.
This is my blog- it is about... being "fat". It's about what I hope is my journey to thindom-- or something like it. I used to write a lot back in high school and I thought I was good. I can't say whether it still applies now but what I hope to do is to put myself accountable for my actions from now on. I don't care if no one reads this, in fact, I have a few people (family) I hope never get to read this...but this is simply for me.
So, dear reader, if you resonate in any way with my journey... with me and my daily challenges, write back! I'd love your feedback! I'll justifyingly so delete it if it's inappropriate or mean.
I'm Nida AKA Nidzster, and I hope you'll see "LESS" of me later!!!
~Da Nidzster
