Confession

I have a serious problem.  I cannot...for the life of me...complete the laundry process.  What usually happens is I wash it and put in the basket where the wrinkles set in.  I could leave it there anywhere between 24 hours and 2 weeks.  I still have some unfolded laundry on my chair from 2 weeks ago.  I mean, why fold it when I'm just going to UNfold it and put it right back on.  Well, I'm trying to change this about me.  I mean, for heavens sakes, I'm almost 26 and I still can't get this down.  So, today I was determined to complete the process.  I started it at 9 am this morning figuring since I had no scheduled commitment (my ideal Saturday schedule), I would have no problem completing it.  WRONG.  Here I am at 12:15 too tired to do anything but write on my blog with my basket of folded laundry next to me.  (hey, I did fold it!)  Oh, the thought of taking it upstairs and putting it away makes me want to fall over. So, I won't.  I will leave it there until who knows when.  I guess I will have to try again in two weeks.

Measures of Happiness

I have yet to share anything about my mission on this blog, and I figured it was about time.

At one of my interviews with my mission president he asked me if I was happy.  Happy?  Ha, that's a good question.  I'm pretty sure that day, since most days were pretty the same, we had contacted in the cold rain and probably got rejected a lot.  That was hard day after day.  So, I wasn't particularly happy at that moment of time.  He then went on to teach me something I have never ever forgotten.

He said, "Sister Smith, happiness cannot be measure at specific moments of time.  We have to look at happiness over a period of time.  Most of the time life is hard and a lot of work.  But! There are wonderful moments scattered here and there where we learn a valuable lesson or the Spirit gives us a boost of strength or we feel God's approval of us or when we understand why something has been so hard for us. When we do this, we will see that we are actually very happy despite the little things every day that can cause us so much frustration."

That short conversation has changed my life and helped me to see what happiness is really made of.  For me my mission, and even "normal life," is a series of hard, difficult days.  But as I look back, even though I was going through something difficult, I remember being really happy over most periods of my life.  I guess I realized what makes me truly happy is not ease, but the process of being stretched and pushed because that is the only way that I can obtain what I really want.  Ease only makes people fat and lazy, and who really wants that?

And those are my thinks on happiness.

And, I'm back

I'm a pathetic blogger, I know. I have accepted that.  With that said, I have some other things to say.

Actually, I don't have much to say, but I was tired of looking at that post from a month ago.  

I'm about to go to the gym where I will run and then go to Body Pump.  What is Body Pump you ask?  It is a one-hour weight lifting class at my gym and the only thing that will get me motivated to lift weights.  It's awesome, but my pathetic little muscles hurt for several days after.  But what's great is that I'm actually growing some muscles.  They aren't big (that would be gross anyway), but they are there (you just have to squint a  little).  

So that's what I'm doing because it is too cold outside to run.  Speaking of the cold, it is supposed to snow tomorrow!  I hope my mom doesn't have to go into work and we can stay home and my cinnamon rolls.  That is my favorite thing to do when it snows.  

In other news, my internship starts in less than 3 weeks.  Just when I thought I couldn't stand not doing anything productive day after day, I realized that the thought of waking up at 5:30 am for the next 7 months gave me this queazy feeling in my stomach.  Basically, there is nothing that will make me happy.  Ok, that's not true.  I'm actually excited (also nervous/anxious) to start.  I just can't wait until I get to put those little letters after my name- 

Krissy Smith, R.D.  

That looks nice, doesn't it?  

And with that lovely, sight I will end this post.

Mushrooming

I recently started volunteering that the Inter-Faith Food Shuttle here in Raleigh.  I really like it because 1) it gives me something worthwhile to do and 2) it allows me to interact with people and thus, improve my social skills (which always need improving).  When I got there this week everybody was going to lunch so I tagged along.  Rather than waste gas and take 2 cars, the 9 of us piled into someone's jeep and rode to the hamburger truck (like an ice cream truck, but they sell hamburgers) on NC State Campus.  But that's not what I wanted to write about.

MUSHROOMING is what I want to write about.  In the car one the girls started talking about mushrooms and how she goes mushtrooming.  What is mushrooming?  Let me tell you.

Mushrooming is the act of hunting and gathering mushrooms mainly for eating.  It is commonly done in Europe (except England), the baltic, slavic and nordic countries; Japan, Canada and Korea; and the northwestern and Appalachian regions of the United States.

There is, of course, a certain risk involved in this since many varieties of mushrooms are poisonous when consumed.  Luckily there are mushroom guides that tell you what you can and can't eat.  Not only that, but there are also Mushroom Clubs!

Apparently this is a pretty big deal for some people. There are even mushroom festivals.  Check it out.  Very interesting!

The Stigmas of a Dietitian

This is a post from a blog written by dietetic interns at the University of Maryland.  As January approaches, my life (and this blog) will revolve a lot more around my adventure to become an RD (Registered Dietitian).  So, I thought this blog would help you understand a little more about dietitians.

My comments are in RED

The Stigmas of a Dietitian

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The Stigmas of a Dietitian

By: Katy Meassick

I know most of you who read this are already a Registered Dietitian, on your way to be a Registered Dietitian or are already familiar with who dietitians are.  As I am in the final stretch to become a Registered Dietitian, I have come across some stigmas or grey areas about dietitians.  For those who read this, please, pass on the blog to friends who may have misinterpretations about who we are.  It is important to remember that blog is my opinion about the top 5 stigmas I have come been exposed to.

Stigma #1: We (dietitians) only eat balanced meals with the “five food groups” included every time.

Fact: We too have busy days where we can’t get in our “balanced” meal but we try our best to choose the best options from what is available at the time.

Stigma #2: We never eat “junk food”, drink soda, or indulge in a guilty pleasure.

Fact: We do, like everyone else, have birthdays, holidays, and other gatherings where we indulge – it’s all about moderation, balance, and self control.  Birthdays are not celebrated everyday for most of us – and if they were we would all be in trouble! (I would also add that we all have super emotional days where we eat our feelings.)

Stigma #3: We judge what everyone else eats. (I actually do this*)

Fact: Not true! This is probably the biggest annoyance for me.  It’s like telling people I am a lawyer – when I am out to eat with someone new and they ask me what I do for a living, I tell them and the automatically make a comment about what they are eating isn’t typical for them. If I am out to eat with you and I am just meeting you then it is not a typical day for you – I get it! Eat whatever you want!

Stigma #4: We all work in hospitals and that is the only place where I can find a job.

Fact: NO! They are so many career opportunities for RDs – sky is the limit.  In fact, I just completed a rotation at Montgomery County Public Schools and their Food Service Supervisors are mostly all RDs.  Now if you were to see that title you would not think those individuals would be RDs. We can work in community outreach; on farms; in universities; or even for the USDA’s Food and Nutrition Information Center, where tech savvy RDs write HTML codes, manage Twitter accounts, and write educational materials.

Stigma #5: We are all women.

Fact: As most of us are women there is the occasional male. And I think the need for more male dietitians is out there – most male clients or patients may feel more comfortable talking about their diet and health status with a male dietitian. (I have only known one male dietitian.  There was one guy in my class and he didn't even become an RD.  The poor guy could never get away with anything because he stuck out like a sore thumb.)

I hope I have cleared up the air for some of you.  Most of the dietitians I know, including myself, have a strong passion for helping others, healthy lifestyles, and food! What’s better than combining all three?  We all have to eat – if we create a healthy diet that we enjoy (dietitians just don’t take away favorite foods) then we can enjoy life a lot longer.

Finally, to clear the air some more, anyone can call themselves a nutritionist but it takes a determined, qualified individual to hold the R.D. credential.  All RDs obtain either a bachelor’s or master’s degree, then must be matched to a dietetic internship (which the match is no higher than 50%), successfully make it through the internship, then sit and take the RD exam AND pass.  It’s no joke! (AMEN) I have had some people make comments that they did not know dietitians have to go through all that to practice credibly. So when choosing a nutrition source where do you want your information to come from?

*Just kidding...I don't actually judge, but I sometimes count how much people eat