It’s Snooowing!

“It’s snooowing! I want to see snow!” A young girl exiting the clinic room exclaimed excitedly as she skipped toward the window.

Kids have this way of being totally present and in awe of what they see. As an adult, snow means having to clean off one’s car, or having a longer, more frustrating commute. But kids see snow for what it is—they don’t associate it with anything else. They are in touch with the purity and the essence of the pure white snow!

It is a magical thing to behold: this ability of children to be in the moment; to feel the purest, most unadulterated joy. It is the wonder of childhood! And it is, in fact, a child’s state of wonder, that we, as adults, strive to achieve (such as through meditation, mindfulness, prayer, etc.).



The Power of the Pause

Yesterday was one of those days when I unraveled. While it was very tough, and I wouldn’t ever want to repeat it, there is something about the following day that feels empowering and calming.

Having pushed myself to the brink last night by juggling my multiple side projects, it was humbling to wake up this morning with the realization that life is much simpler than I have been making it out to be. There was a sobriety in waking up with a mild headache and a sore throat and telling myself, “Gila, all you have to do today is go to work. Put aside all your other agendas for now; rest a little.”


Confidence Boost Busts Stress

This morning, I was stressing out about my upcoming evening of two back-to-back nutrition sessions in my private practice. It is my first time having back-to-back sessions in private practice—not to mention, I can still count on one hand the total clients I have in my budding private practice (Where it goes, only G-d knows! But, so far, so good!)

I was really at a loss for how to get myself to feel more at ease and more confident in myself.

Then, later this morning, I got my answer at my full-time hospital clinic job.

My nutrition manager had recently updated the weekly productivity charts that I and my fellow outpatient dietitians fill out. She updated these charts a couple months ago, and now she was making additional changes to further improve them.

The thing was, she was removing one of the new functions that really helped me save time and reduce busywork. [Which, is, unfortunately, what America really runs on—Sorry Dunkin’ Donuts ;)]

Apparently, the other dietitians had trouble with this function.

While I would surely have accepted the removal of this function, if necessary, I did not want to lose this helpful feature without a fight.

As I began drafting an email to my manager, I realized how perhaps this would be an example of a time when it would be better to communicate by phone instead of email.

I called up my nutrition manager and expressed my concerns and asked if there was a way to keep the function while making it work well for the other dietitians. She agreed that there was, and said she would try to put it back in.

Voicing my concerns and feeling heard by my nutrition manager gave me just the boost of confidence that I needed for this evening’s upcoming nutrition sessions.


Just Say No…To Broccoli 

Ordinarily, as a registered dietitian nutritionist, I would promote broccoli consumption. It was, after all, a Superfood in 2014!

But in the following story, broccoli played a not so favorable role.

I was getting my lunch this afternoon at a fabulous hospital cafeteria next to where I work. One of the main dishes offered was eggplant rollatini. A favorite of mine, taking after my father.

I was also extra pleased because I didn’t have to buy a separate veggie side since my main dish had it already! I said to the server “just eggplant rollatib please.” And he anyway went on to ask me if I wanted broccoli on the side.

Maybe I am just picking hairs here (not literally, of course- the food was delicious!) but I felt like the server was pressuring me to buy the extra broccoli side.
Of course, I know it is his job as a server to ask. Just as the cashier at the pizza place last night asked me if I wanted an (overpriced!) drink with my slice.
The point is, as someone who has struggled with people pleasing tendencies my whole life, this interaction struck a chord with me.

I don’t care if it’s broccoli, or a kiss, I really don’t like being asked for things that I clearly did not initiate. I know it is my decision whether or not to say yes, but, as a recovering people pleaser, I’d really prefer not being asked.