Full Day Preparations
Today is my first FULL day of culinary school, and it’s going to be a long one!
Ill be there for 9 hours with a 1 hour lunch break in between. Plus, I have to be there 15min early (for stewarding duties) and the train schedule is going to leave me with 1.25 hours of free time in the city this morning not including the commuting time 
But I will manage I suppose.
To make sure things go smooth in the morning, I had to make sure everything was organized and ready.
Like, my uniform.
My bag, with the addition of my homework and the book that our schools founder wrote.
And nourishment.
The $20 Weekly Allowance is in full effect and so there is no eating out like last time except maybe a trip to Starbucks. I feel weird using the Wi-Fi and sitting there without buying anything! Though I’m sure they will do fine without my $5 
Today’s meals include . . .
A nutrient rich breakfast shake made with spinach, almond milk, pb, and amazing grass.
2 organic honey crisp apples
2 Changeable Chewy Granola Bars.
And a tub full of spicy beans and rice.
Ill be leaving the house around 5:30am and not returning until about 9pm so I’m going to need some crazy energy and well wishes for a good nights sleep for a 12 hour workday on Monday.
Welcome to student life 
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You Got Hips!
As you may have read, my main reason for our trip to NYC was to pick up my chefs uniform for when I start school at Natural Gourmet Institute. Of course with my luck, they didn’t have the correct size jacket for me. It wasn’t all bad though, I was able to get my aprons, bar towels and . . . . my pants.
Let me tell you what happened. The women gave me a size 32 to start. The reason for the 32 she explained . . .
“You Got Hips!”
I smiled, took the pants and held them up to my waist. One look, and I asked her for the next size up because I knew these hips were bigger than she thought. I was able to get into a size 34 comfortably albeit awkwardly as chefs pants are NOT flattering.
After leaving I thought about what the women said. She was not mean or demeaning in any way. She was simply making an observation based on the shape of me. I can honestly say that a year ago . . . maybe even months ago, this would have bothered me.
It would have ruined my day. I would have gone to the nearest cupcake shop to ‘forget’ about it. Then, I would have spent the train ride home guilty for bingeing while figuring out what rigid vegetable diet I would start when I got home in order to fit into a smaller size.
But it didn’t . . . .
I felt fine. I might even say I felt proud . . . No matter how thin or heavy I am, I will always have these hips. . . they are a part of me and it is much easier to accept them then hate them.
Oh . . . And please, don’t be jealous of my pants . . . It’s easier to accept than hate them too 
Do you have a body part you once hated but have recently accepted no matter what?
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