Mind Body Green – Isabel Smith, R.D., CDN
I’ve been on both sides of this conundrum and remember it well. I could feel someone watching me at mealtimes, peering over my shoulder, wondering what I was eating and seemingly taking notes, too. I turned around, and it was my friendly adviser. It wasn’t the first time. I was a freshman at boarding school, and my mother was concerned that I wasn’t eating enough, so she sent an adviser to spy on me at every meal. Though my mother’s intention was good, and she did it out of love and concern, it felt invasive and distrusting. (more)