Ever since early high school, I have had a love-hate relationship with food. I won’t go into all the details today, but that is one of the reasons why I went down the path of becoming a dietitian. My teenage days were spent obsessing over my waistline and figuring out any way to restrict calories. I thought going to school for nutrition would solve all my struggles with food.
In some ways, my dietetics education did help. I learned that a healthy lifestyle was not all about low-calories foods and excessive exercise. I began to see the nourishing side of food instead of it just being detrimental to my figure. And, it also stopped me from continuously seeking out the next best fad diet. (With all the education I took, it’s hard to ignore science versus a celebrity’s skewed health beliefs). But that education ended up being more of a bandaid on a much deeper wound. See, in the time from when I graduated from high school to when I graduated from university, I had many big life changes: getting married, moving to another country, having a baby. But I never really dealt with the fact that life as I once knew was never going to be the same. College was hard, but motherhood came with all new worries and challenges of itself.
This last week has been a bit crazy at our house. Seeing as it was “March Break” and I don’t have any school-age children yet, I covered a few more shifts at work — which meant I had to be more on my game with the whole meal planning and going-to-bed-on-time thing. And man, I don’t know how you full-time working moms do it… and still look like you have had eight hours of sleep! However, those crazier-than-usual work weeks always get the wheels turning and me thinking on how to simplify my life whether that’s our meals or just organization in general. It also means the first day off I’m busy catching up on loads of laundry and cleaning — and more importantly, spending time with my little guy, Liam. Thankfully, he’s still a good sport when it comes to chores and helping mom in the kitchen! Here’s the delicious chocolate crackle we made yesterday…
You may or may not have heard, but March is National Nutrition Month! Last week Wednesday was Registered Dietitian Nutritionist Day in the U.S., and today I get to celebrate Canada’s Dietitians Day for the second time since becoming a dietitian! That being said, I thought this would be the perfect time to let you get a little more acquainted with what I had to do to become a registered dietitian.
In the future, I may dive more into the specifics of my day-to-day roles and responsibilities as a clinical dietitian, but I think it’s important to first acknowledge a question that I have been asked time and time again… What’s the difference between dietitians and nutritionists?
Lately I have been trying to be more intentional about meal planning. This is definitely an area our family hasn’t been the best at. However, when I do sit down for 15-20 minutes each week to plan meals and create a grocery list, I end up saving a lot of time and money. Otherwise it looks like one of three scenarios:
You may have already heard this, but it’s a good idea to include seafood and fish in your weekly menu — if you don’t do so already! Especially fish rich in the following omega-3 fatty acids: DHA (docosahexaeonic acid) and EPA (eicosapetaenoic acid). Research study upon research study have found that these omega fats play a significant role in protecting the heart and lowering risk of heart disease. Other studies have found that omega-3’s are critical in the development of a baby’s brain while in the womb. Moreover, some research has found that depressed patients may have low levels of DHA, and in some studies, these patients benefited from omega-3 supplementation reducing symptoms of depression.
That being said, how much fish should you be eating?
Hello, I'm Erin – a follower of Christ, wife, mama of two, and registered dietitian. Welcome to my blog where I write about intentional motherhood, intuitive eating, inspired discipleship, and whatever else I feel like!
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