I’d like to find an Austin-area nutritionist who makes house calls, if such a person exists. I’m talking about someone who will come in and go through the fridge and the cupboards and the pantries, throwing out the over-processed, obesity-fostering crapola, and then provide—even dictate—a shopping list and a weekly menu. If that’s not possible, what’s the nearest approximation?
I thought about posting only the question, with no [more inside], but I figured that’s just pure flame-bait. And, really, who am I—an avid AskMe reader—to hoard the intimate details that we all find so compelling? And so—
I’m asking about this for my nephew, who is seriously overweight. He’ll be nine in May; he’s 5 feet tall and weighs 160 pounds. His parents divorced when he was almost four and my brother has full custody. Our parents, especially our mother, handle a lot of the day-to-day child care. (Brother [let’s call him Bob] and nephew [“Nick”] live in the house Bob and I grew up in; my parents live in a house they built, about 100 yards away. My mother is retired; my father works four days a week.) Nick has always been off the charts in terms of length/height, which is not surprising since Bob played college football as a defensive lineman, and his ex, Nick’s mother, was a college basketball player. Up until Nick was about five, he was just a big, tall kid. At some point, he started gaining weight and he hasn’t stopped. He's had all the standard tests for any hormonal abnormality—negative.
They all live in my hometown, and I live in NYC. They come here or I go there twice a year, and we talk regularly, at least once a week. Of course I was aware of Nick’s weight gain. Talking to my parents and brother on the phone, it sounded like they were doing all the right things: giving him healthy choices, encouraging physical activity, not singleing him out for “special” foods, aiming for weight stabilization instead of weight loss, etc. That’s not necessarily what I saw on my visits, but it’s hard to tell over four days.
Then I went home for the holidays, for almost three weeks, and really got to know everybody’s daily rhythm and habits. The problem that seems easiest to deal with is the food selection at my parents’ house. (My brother doesn’t cook at all, so Nick and/or Bob eats breakfast and/or dinner there every day.) My parents’ idea of helping Nick is giving him a lite HotPocket for breakfast, which I doubt is much of an improvement over the heh-vee HotPocket.
I love my parents and my brother, but I’m absolutely certain that they’re fucking up with Nick’s diet. I’m equally certain that while they can’t hear it from me, they’d accept guidance from an outsider with credentials.
Can I hire someone for a nutritional intervention?
One night, after Nick had fallen asleep on the sofa, my mother and I were telling family stories, which veered into me talking about my husband’s death, 15 years ago. Not the next afternoon but the one after, there was a poem slid very clumsily under my pillow, a poem about loss and devastation and a dog hit by a car. (“He was puffy and black/ I wish he was back”)
I love love love this boy, and I want to do right by him. Help me out here.
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posted by cschneid at 9:38 PM on February 11, 2007