“So, you’re trying to lose weight?!”
“Um, no, I’m just trying to eat this apple.”
That was the question I got today at lunch from the Overly Enthusiastic New Girl as I carried my little bamboo plate-o-food to my desk. The contents of the plate were as follows:
- Two sliced-up Braeburn apples.
- One red plum with only most of the sticker removed. Rest of sticker to be discovered between teeth at later date.
- Odiously hateful organic peanut butter. Technically peanut butter the same way my best friend from college is technically a virgin.
- One cup peach-flavored probiotic kefir (yogurt’s smug, Nader-voting cousin) mixedwith some crunchy sprouted-grain cereal that tastes like angry sweater.
It’s a good lunch (with the exception of the so-called peanut butter. Lesson learned: do not let a white boy with dreads ever tell you what to put in your mouth) and not out of the usual. Yet this woman felt the need to comment on it.
Is it because I’m fat, and it’s unusual for fat people to eat healthful foods? Is it because she was hauling some sad, Dickensian-looking microwaved meal and wanted to show solidarity?
Listen, I’m not going to say I’m the world’s most healthful eater. Last night I was curled up on my couch with a bag of gingersnaps and a Cherry Coke reading the excellent Pilgrim At Tinker Creek and I plan on doing the same thing tonight and every night until I run out cookies or finish my book, whichever comes first. But the idea that I could only be eating a sensible lunch because I’m trying to lose weight just shucks my corn in a big hairy way.
So today’s big question:
Has anyone ever commented on what you eat? Are you self-conscious when you order in restaurants? If you’ve found a snappy solution, tell us that, too!