As I was thinking what to list for today’s Week in Review, I started thinking about all the odd little personality quirks that my habits reveal. Hence the theme of today’s post.
I don’t like being given advice. As I posted about on Wednesday, I’ve been meeting with a dietitian to try to get to where I’m truly in a healthy place eating-wise. We had our second meeting on Monday. She’s actually given me some really useful tips, but I still tend to leave our meetings grouchy and annoyed. Partly, I think her “style” doesn’t quite fit my personality. But partly, I’ve never worked well with clinicians of any variety because I really don’t like being given advice.
I actually posted about my dislike of advice on this blog over a year ago.
I do like following guidelines. Also in the Wednesday post, you’ll see that I’ve been following the dietitian’s aforementioned advice to eat at least three foods–at minimum one “combo” food plus at least two additional foods–with each meal. Ironically, given my distaste for advice, I like it; I like that I’m not getting as hungry as often, which means I’m better able to concentrate and also don’t have to stop and snack quite as often. I also just like having guidelines. I try not to treat them as “rules” because food rules are a dangerous path to walk down, but I do like the structure of thinking each day: what foods could I add to this sandwich/lasagna/soup/pizza/salad/tacos/whatever to make a more nutritious, well-rounded meal?I love teaching and…uh…don’t love grading. I had a few one-on-one meetings with my students this week that were awesome–and they all did super-good out their commas quiz. Now if only I didn’t have to grade all their papers that came in on Friday.
I’m a procrastinator. Thesis? Oh, yeah, I guess I do have to finish that one of these days. Like by the end of April.
My lesson on commas takes all its example sentences from Harry Potter. Nuff said.
I’m that student who always raises her hand in class. I particularly noticed this Wednesday as my class was discussing a controversial work of nonfiction. I had to sit on my hands a few times. I’m like Hermione Granger, except a Hermione Granger who procrastinates.
I use weird metaphors. Like in this post I put up on Saturday, when I compared eating disorder recovery to rebuilding something out of Legos. Weird.I pack my own snacks…but I feel self-conscious eating when no one else is. I had a great time at swing dance on Wednesday night, but around 9:30 or 10, I was feeling really hungry. We were all going to go to a restaurant together, but the only thing on the Late Night menu I can order there is wine because of my food intolerances, so I just started eating some random chocolate in my bag. The people I was sitting with probably didn’t care at all, but I felt really self-conscious.
I like finishing off containers. Any containers: lotion, cereal, tea, you name it. I like the de-cluttering feeling of throwing away the empty box or bottle or rinsing out my Pyrex and sending it through the dishwasher.
I forgot, mid-week, that I was going to be flying back to Kansas for Spring Break on Friday, so I went and bought some more food when I should have been getting creative and clearing out. Still, I was proud of myself for what I was able to use up in the last few days: eggs, cereal, chocolate, bananas, strawberries, a box of tea, a bottle of lotion. Unsurprising, given that those things are the staples of my diet lately. Except the lotion.
I really like naps until I have to wake up from them. Actually, I don’t think I’m unique there.
I don’t like sweet cereal. I flew home on Saturday and went with my mom to the grocery store. She said I could get any cereal I wanted. I wanted cornflakes. I like cornflakes but not frosted flakes; rice and corn Chex but not cocoa puffs or Kix; regular Cheerios but not honey nut.
Oatmeal, though? I’m always adding extra sweetener. Can’t do that one without sugar. ???
Your turn! Share one personality quirk that the events of this past week reveal about you.