I saw the Nutritionist yesterday.
I apparently was very nervous. I started out having anxiety because I was sure I was going to be late due to traffic. But luckily, I was actually about 15 minutes early.
Waiting for her to finish with the people ahead of me, I was tortured by Country Music Radio. They have the radio to blare out any noise coming from the offices. Unfortunately last week it was Classical and much better. I could actually hear through most of the country, but of course, I was pretty focused on me, rather than whatever they were talking about.
The nutritionist, of course was as nice as can be. She seemed pretty pleased with the eating I have done. And of course, to no one's surprise, added in a snack. Luckily the snack can be anything I want, so I imagine a bit more fruit will come back into the diet.
Training is actually going gangbusters. Now that I am actually eating food, I am completely able to do a high quality workout. My trainer was pretty excited about that.
Unfortunately Nutritionist and Doctor are discussing if I should be training at all. Apparently it's not a given. I hate that he has that much power over me, but so far I am feeling better and doing better with their help, so I have agreed for him to have that much power. The Nutritionist did say that he wouldn't stop me unless it were a "life or death situation". So I felt pretty confident, until she then said, she wasn't sure I could recover while training that much. So, I get to convince everyone. I think I am actually going to stick my scale in the closet to discourage the weighing….
I did drop a pound this week even with the ton of food I am consuming. odd.