My Sixteenth Street Story | Maria


“When you are in a very low moment, it’s not always about what you know, but about the support you have and the help you get while taking in that information.”

I had a problem. I was worried, scared. I didn’t want to leave my house or see or talk to anyone. I was overtaken by worry and sadness. This wasn’t me. I didn’t recognize myself like this. I was always a well, happy woman. I didn’t know who I was or what to do.

When I was invited to the Healthy Choices Adult Nutrition and Cooking Education Classes I wasn’t sure I was going to do it. The first day I arrived I was scared. The second day I didn’t want to go. The third day felt wonderful. It felt great to be with a group of women that were to become my good friends. They truly helped me. Tatiana [Healthy Choices Manager] and Delia [Healthy Choices Educator] were amazing and equally important. After a few weeks, I became myself again. I needed their support and I needed their company. Sometimes there are moments or days when you are stuck suffering and all you need is support. I found that with this class.

I learned a lot of course. Healthier ways to cook, how to read labels, new recipes. I already knew a little. I have diabetes and I was taught some of this before. But I’ve learned so much more through this class. When you are in a very low moment, it’s not always about what you know, but about the support you have and the help you get while taking in that information. The information, friendship and the support are what made me, me again.

The relationships you form in these types of classes are special. We are all from different places with different experiences. We talk about where we’re from, how long we’ve been here, ways we cook and do things. I love that. I love all the different places, people and stories. I’m so happy when I see these women and we can talk and share.

When the next round of classes comes around I will go back again. I couldn’t be happier with them, and with myself. My children have told me how proud they are of me. I’m proud of myself.

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