Is EVERYBODY younger than me??

I'd have to say, uhm, yes.  Now on my ever-growing list of people-in-my-life-who-are younger-than-myself is today's newest member: My Nutritionist.  She's wonderfully enthusiastic and helpful and engaging and sincere and bubbly... and approximately 12 years old.  Adding insult to injury, I sought her out to help me navigate through my mid-life health issues.  I feel older than Methuselah's grandmother.

Okay, in all seriousness, she's not 12.  but the rest is true.  I'm all about being one's own advocate, being an informed and educated agent in one's own health & wellness journey... but I feel kind of saturated with all the information available to me.  Thank you, Interweb.  I'm going to place my faith, for a while, in a professional.  I know my preferences, my goals, what works for me in terms of weight loss (portions, portions, portions), but for the most part, I'm kind'a tired of the wild swings I take between obsessive food tracking/measuring/weighing/journaling and, frankly, not giving a crap.  Perhaps this slight shift in perspective will be just enough to push me back into a healthy pattern of ... being.  and maybe I'm putting too much thought into this, as I tend to do.  Whatever.  It can't hurt, right?

So I'll write more about my first set of on-boarding appointments once I get through them (three of 'em), but my initial impression leaves me with a feeling of ... what would be a good word... uhm... hesitation?  No... I guess a little skepticism.  I knew a couple things that she didn't and it makes me wonder how experienced she really is.  Although I am a million years older than she is so I'm bound to have a few more factoids bouncing around this head of mine.