The whole class was spent on touchie-feelie crap. Eating for confort, eating from stress, eating when something's eating you. I'm not sure which bothered me the most - the fact that the nutritionist is convinced that everyone overeats because of psychological factors, or the fact that the rest of the class actually did.
I eat because food tastes good. I eat the wrong things because that's the stuff which tastes the best.
As I've said before, if I'm angry or stressed or bored or need comfort, I'll bang on the piano.
She had told us at the first class that this session would feature a guest speaker. I was hoping it would be that very hot chick who teaches the class in the next classroom.
Boy was I surprised.
At about 7 pm, in comes, sideways, a man who looked to be about 6'5" in all directions. I'm guessing 500 lbs.
He was there to talk about how he lost almost 100 pounds. He's practicing meditation. He's learned to savor each bite of food.
Let me just say I was not inspired. Okay, it takes an enormous amount of courage for a guy this size to get up in front of a group and talk. But really, after his talk it felt like someone had thrown a wet blanket on the class. It was about as effective as having Evil Kneevil teach the motorcycle safety class. Or inviting Darth Vader to speak at a father's rights symposium. Gag me.
From class I went to Safeway to buy some groceries, and spent a lot of time in the butter aisle, reading labels. I was hoping to see some merit in the nutritionist's suggestion that butter is better than margerine, but the cholesterol alone was enough to kill it for me. The fats didn't help, either. I ended up getting Promise, which has none of the bad stuff except the same amount of sodium as all the others.