I may be a nutritionist, but I am just like you
When you tell people you’re a nutritionist, they make certain assumptions. Face to face with someone for the first time, I’ve sometimes spotted that person trying to check for the nutritionist’s ‘core credentials’. You know the ones… the white teeth, the perfect skin, the radiant glow. This might be followed by a quick glance up and down to confirm that I also boast that body toned by pilates. There are others who automatically assume I spend my days nibbling on nuts and seeds, refusing caffeine and confectionery of every kind and compiling meals of carefully weighed raw veg, pulled fresh from the ground that morning.
I hate to break it to you, but that’s not really me. Worse still, I’m a fairly normal person with a normal desire for eating and with fairly regular cravings for bad stuff (in all its many various shapes and forms).