I’m kind of kidding, but I should totally start a WIAW spin-off called “What I Ate While Studying for the RD exam.” Let’s not even talk about how much green tea and coffee has been involved…

This morning I was up way too early (I think my inner clock must miss clinical, if the recurring dream about having to go back to the hospital where I did staff relief is any hint—I had no good reason other than maybe an unwise second glass of red wine at that Oscars party to fall back on), so I killed some time with a magazine on the elliptical machine and by throwing in a load of laundry before sitting down  to start another practice test. More plum & tahini oatmeal happened. I’ve found it’s very good with a drizzle of honey too. I may or may not have killed my stash of gunpowder green tea as well.

At least now I have an excuse to go to Chinatown—way more fun than cozying up to this business…

Between this and all the science and MNT textbooks I’ve made my way through over the past 4 years, maybe you can see why it tweaks me that there are still people out there who think all dietitians do is, like,  bake healthy cookies and turkey meatloaf and tell other people what to eat.

I may or may not have started a morbid love poem once with telling someone I would order them the proper tube feed when their alcoholism finally caught up with them and landed them in the hospital with pancreatic cancer. Just saying. And no, if said poem exists, the subject did not hear it from me.

…And with that, happy Monday! Cheers to a new week!