Fandom High School

Elliot waved to the class as they filed in.

"Hey. You are finally meeting me for real the first time next week, but I have read your surveys. Thanks for filling them out, I think we'll have an interesting time." That was one way to describe having what she was still hoping was not a younger version of her best friend-slash-ex in the class, anyhow.

"Anyhow, I'm Elliot Reid -- call me Elliot or Dr. Reid, I don't care -- and today we're discussing nutrition. I have a long handout on it, but basically, nutrition studies the relationship between what you eat, and how you feel. Yeah, right now you might live on Doritos and Mountain Dew and feel fine but mostly, if you eat crap, you'll feel like crap -- if not now, when you're 30 and diabetic, or 40 and have a heart attack.

"Which is so incredibly cheery to think about, huh? So bottom line, don't eat crap. Or at least don't only eat crap." It was entirely possible the lump in her jeans pocket that she fondled longingly about then was a candy bar.

"The government used to do this handy chart saying how many servings of stuff you should eat, but they gave it up, and now they have a web thingie that gives advice based on how old and active you are. Like, I'm 28 and I run every day, so it says I should have 6 ounces of grans, 2.5 cups of vegetables, 2 cups of fruit, 3 cups of milk and 5.5 ounces of protein. Your recommendations may be different -- play with the site and find out." Not that she usually followed her recommendations, but admitting to living on microwave popcorn and Diet Coke was not the best idea with a new class.

"I hope all of you kept a food journal this week. If you didn't, fake it really, really fast, because you're pairing up and doing a role-playing exercise. One of you is the dietitian and the other is the customer, and your goal is to look over the journals and talk the other person into improved eating habits. I'm here if you need help."