Saturday, September 18, 2010

Life beyond.

Life post-University.

I've read that the reason people have a mid-life crisis can be explained by this analogy. They were just young people who 'hopped on the train of adulthood and never get a chance to get off. Then they pause, and realise, that their successes never reached their goals'.

That train sounds so final. It makes me feel like once I make a decision/choose a pathway, it will be so final and so much weight will rest of it being the right one. Where will I end up after placement? Will I solidify an OK job or a great job. I wouldn't even know the first place to start in getting the job I want. And I'm pretty scared that I need to put myself out there and be pro-active. That scares me. And I'm one of the confident ones. O gee.

I know where I want to go. Thats the easy part. Getting there? Isn't quite as easy.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

P.R. for sandwiches

Enabling someone to make a change relies completely on their willingness to do so... They will not willingly forfeit their treat/ behaviour in favour of the something less superior.

You're only going to achieve this through motivational counseling. Which is basically advertising... 

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Weight loss

To effectively help someone to loose weight,
You have to bring them up and avoid bringing them down.
Loosing weight is hard, they will need all the encouragement and positive thoughts available.

Saying "You're fat, you need to loose weight" "Can't believe you let yourself become like this" ... isn't going to help. The person already knows this. They are probably hyper-aware of it. They may be depressed about it already. We, as dietician should NOT contribute to ill-health.

I strongly believe this.

In practice, i am always going to provoke change through encouragement. "You are so capable of  doing this" "I believe that you can do this" "I can't wait to share in your success".

Thinking about helping people gets me excited.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Late Afternoon Strolling

The past three years of our university degree have gone by. 

Furiously fast. 

I remember, in the first few weeks I arrived on campus, i met some third year dietetics students. I called my mum that night and admittedly confessed that I wanted to be just like them. I remember repeating 'They're so collected'. I am nowhere near that image of a third year student. Im still not collected.  But maybe... a little bit more knowledgeable? (Here's hoping)

A girl can dream?

Ive started to think i may resemble a book in second hand bookshop. Not because I smell funny (although I do detest doing the laundry) but because we're quite similar. This book and I. For instance, I'm never where i should be,  my geography is all over the place, my edges will always be crumpled and sometimes I need a bit of self help. 

But on the other hand, like the books at the old bookshop, all the knowledge is still there. The order is sort of there. But the charm is most definitely there. Whilst not charming yet, id like to think ill get there. Im just kind of hoping thats enough. You know, knowledge and charm. Because id like to keep believing that the second hand book shop will give something that the newer book stores can't.