Happiness

On Friday I was asked if I still enjoy blogging and it got me thinking about happiness. What makes me happy and how I look at happiness. Because why would I want to do something or be with people who do anything other than bring me happiness?

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Growing into my own space in a new city has been challenging to say the least. I’ve had to find things in the city that bring me happiness when I lived the last 7 years in the mountains. Sure I miss the nature, the breweries (you can only relate if you’ve been to Northern Vermont), the farms, the FOOD, my friends/Vermont family and so much more. BUT, in the city I have grown to love the skyline, the proximity of my family, my job, my patients, the abundance of opportunities, the cultural flair, and the diversity of food options. There’s also the ease of everything. I mean I literally have four different food delivery apps on my phone and am constantly trying to decide between Uber or Lyft…such a city girl these days. It’s different for sure, but I have found different things that bring me happiness and comfort compared to rural Vermont.

To top off being in a new city, I’m also in a new place in my life. I have a few friends from college here and have made new friends through work and other avenues, and I’ve even been dating! I’ve gotten better about keeping people around who truly make me happy and cherish my company and my friendship. But I also know I can’t rely on other people to make me happy.

Therefore, what I am actively working on is finding hobbies and things that bring me happiness that I can fill my time with. I was in school for seven years. All my outside-of-class time was spent doing homework, trying to cook or clean, and working to pay the bills. I’m new to having time to actually nap, binge watch Good Girls on Netflix, or just feel bored without feeling guilty. It can be uncomfortable and can lead to way too much thinking, but I’m getting better at it. Slowly but surely I am finding things that bring me pure happiness, things I wake up wanting to do. Although it’s hardly ever something to write home about, it’s things that put a smile on my face.

It’s a Turnstyle class on Saturday mornings.

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Cooking dinner for someone or trying new recipes during meal prep.

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Studying for the next thing at work.

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Blogging!

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So long story short, yes, I do still enjoy blogging. And as long as it brings me happiness and I have a message to say I will keep doing it. I wouldn’t write just to write. I couldn’t. That would be relying on others to bring me happiness rather than the act itself.

Working Lunches

I have the luxury of enjoying the food from the cafeteria at work because I work in the nutrition department. It’s a definite perk. Most days I bring my own breakfast because I’m an oatmeal snob but I usually get lunch! 

In order to feel satisfied my lunch must have protein, a grain, and all the vegetables.  

 

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Chickpea stew with chicken and roasted Brussels sprouts.  

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My usual salad topped with chicken, quinoa, and roasted vegetables. 

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Hummus and roasted vegetable wrap with chicken. 

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My savory oatmeal with quinoa, roasted vegetables and green beans. 

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Spinach, roasted sweet potatoes, cauliflower, and pork. 

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Fish tacos. 

 

Eating lunch at work saves me time and should save me more money but I enjoy food too much and grocery shop all too frequently. Nonetheless it’s delicious and truly a treat. I also can tell my patients that I eat the same food as them. 

YOU are...

You are enough.

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You are smart.

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You are appreciated.

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You are strong.

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You are noticed.

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You are beautiful. Inside and out.

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Some friendly reminders in case you’re in the same boat and having an off week. It’s often harder than it sounds to turn your thoughts positive when you feel like you’re in a downward spiral. But just one positive thought can start the upward spiral. Jot down a positive affirmation on a post it and stick it on your mirror, desktop, fridge, phone, wherever you will see it. Set a reminder on your phone. Whatever you need.  You’re enough. 

Registered Dietitian Day

Happy Registered Dietitian Day to all my fellow dietitians out there! On this day I hope you all eat something delicious! On this day I want to remind you that dietitians are humans too. We enjoy food, all food, and sometimes we too struggle with our relationship with it.

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In all seriousness, though, today is a day to acknowledge the hard work that we put into becoming dietitians and staying dietitians. People throw around the term nutritionist without realizing that that word is kind of like a slap in the face. And don’t get me started on people who spell dietitian with a “c”. We work hard for our title, our credentials, and our degree. Therefore, there is a day to celebrate us.

Today and every day we are proud of our knowledge and experience. We are proud of our degree and proud to share our tips for enjoying food and living life to your fullest. Couldn’t have celebrated better than with two of my best dietitian friends drinking margaritas and eating nachos and tacos!

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Family Filled Weekend

I am a homebody. Both in the sense that I enjoy being at my apartment or any home environment but also that I love being with my family. My parents and my sister don’t come into Boston that much because it’s a city which presents numerous challenges, but this weekend they did.

My sister arrived Saturday morning and immediately hit the ground running, literally. She ran part of the Boston marathon course with one of her friends while I went to a Turnstyle class. Obviously her run took much longer than my class so I had time to paint my nails.

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Around 2:30 pm we met one of our high school friends, Sarah, at Tatte for lunch. I always get the avocado tartine but this time I decided to try something else, something lighter since we also had dinner plans with the parents later. I tried the winter vegetable bowl which was spinach, other greens, roasted carrots, parsnips, and brussels sprouts and an egg with some delicious sauce. It was refreshing and just what I was craving! We chatted a lot before Julie and I had to start our walk through the South End to meet our parents for dinner. It’s always about eating when we are together.

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Dinner was at The Gallows, a cute little restaurants/gastropub that made me feel like I was back in Vermont. We started off with some IPAs (Dad went with the blonde ale) and all the catching up. I don’t know when the last time I saw my parents was and I love spending time with them. We weren’t in a rush so we took our time ordering and spending time together although this girl did NOT take her time eating her burger.

I went with the falafel burger and turns out I was hungry. I had breakfast around 8 am and then worked up a strong sense of hunger for lunch at 2:30 pm and the vegetables didn’t fill me up that much so I scarfed that burger and truffle fries down. I was a bit embarrassed by how fast I ate but thinking back on the events of the day it makes sense. My body knew it needed more carbohydrates and protein for energy. The beer helped too.

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After dinner Julie and I curled up at my apartment with some wine and watched Baby Mama which is hysterical. We fell asleep watching videos of Lyla (Julie’s chocolate lab) and talking. The best way to fall asleep.

Sunday was short because Julie had a train to catch but we managed to fit in a Turnstyle class (Julie’s first one!) and breakfast. We ended up going to Mamaleh’s because it was right above the spin studio and it did not disappoint. I went with a classic egg and cheese on a bagel and Julie went with lox, egg, and dill mayonnaise on a challah roll. Hit the spot.

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Before Julie or my parents visit I always stress out trying to figure out the best things to do or show them. When the moment arrives the only thing that truly matters is that we are together. That we get to see each other, hug each other, talk face to face, and just be. It’s the simple moments that stick out to me like going for walks with my parents or going to a brewery and just talking with Julie. This trip I’ll remember us laughing at Lyla rolling in the snow on the couch and talking in my bed until we fell asleep. Cherish the little things and never take time with your family for granted.