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Cooking School,  Diary

Mind Under Pressure

Much needs to be said about the mind games we play with ourselves and sometimes we just need to learn a new technique for winning.

Going into this, journey of cooking school, many messages of doubt were placed and stored in my mind.  I had to battle those out.

  • You’re too slow, too old and can’t drive at night.
  • It’s too dangerous for you-You’re gonna get hurt.
  • You can’t handle the pressure.
  • You’re taking from your kids.
  • You’re a bad mother for being gone 2 nights a week and every Saturday for 8 months.
  • You made a bad financial decision.
  • You’re going to struggle.

First days driving to the City (SF): I remember not wanting to be late for shadowing the program.  My knees were shaking!  The first week trying to figure out parking and timing so that I would not be late had me red in the face and heart racing.  The second week in I was feeling more comfortable driving, now without MapQuest.  I got caught in heavy traffic and my car began to overheat-for five blocks.  I had to turn off my car at every red light and pray I would make it to class.  I did, but that day it was as if my brain was in a pressure cooker and all of these negative messages kept fogging up my concentration.

My class partner must have been so irritated with me by the end of class.  I couldn’t make my conversions, I had forgotten an ingredient, and missed a step in one of the recipes.  After apologizing with a smile, he just blankly stared at me.  I could only hear those thoughts, “I told you-you couldn’t do it…” and my eyes began to moisten, I was going to lose it!

When I found the “pressure release valve,” like on my pressure cooker at home, I just let those thoughts fly out of my head like steam being released.  I gained control over my emotions by focusing on how much I want this and changing these messages of “you can’t” to “I can”!

New Technique: I start my classes, now, with positive self talk and I tap into all of the joy I get from each class!

My name is Emely Hernandez, I am following my dream to cook and mission to help others. As a home visiting nurse, I saw many first time moms who did not know how to cook and this worried me because if they could not feed themselves nutritious meals, what were they going to feed their baby? I am striving to make an impact in my community, whether by cooking a nourishing meal for the homeless or teaching a new mother how to cook and feed her family. This has led me to finally attend cooking school at the San Francisco Cooking School.

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