Friday, July 23, 2010

"Are you going to eat that?"

I'm the worst blogger, I know. I need to start trying to post every day. Today is Chipotle Friday at work, which is always exciting. I'm looking forward to some soft tacos. Yeah, I'm a fattie who gets soft tacos instead of a carb-less "bowl" - why pretend you're eating healthy if you're AT Chipotle, I ask?

I just wanted to mention what it's like to work at an office full of health-conscious people. My boss participates in the Iron Man competition and wakes up at 5am daily to go to the gym. One coworker is a vegetarian (or vegan, I can't remember), used to write a health food blog, and weighs about 1 pound. Another coworker's computer wallpaper is a computer graphic version of herself as she is now (also about 1 pound) and the "ideal" version of herself right next to it, to remind her to not eat basically. Another coworker is also basically not eating so that he looks good for the beach - he's drinking Nutri... something... in place of eating meals, runs the stairs at work in the middle of the day, every day, and rushes home to get to the gym.

Last night we went out for drinks and the discussion not surprisingly wandered over to people working out for 3 hours at the gym. For the life of me I can't remember who did it or is supposed to do it or why we were talking about it - but what I'm saying is, this is around me all the time. Oh, and someone said: "You're getting a BEER? With all those calories?" It was a Corona Light.

It's distressing. I am by no means an unhealthy person, but I get serious anxiety when people are constantly talking about food and working out. I hate it so much. I think it's disrespectful of people who have eating disorders, first of all (you never know if the person you're talking to has one, you know, so it's never a good idea to be constantly talking about food and exercise). And some people just want to enjoy food because life is short or maybe don't want to go in a sweaty gym after work because they're tired and they don't want to be judged for it. Or maybe they were on a diet when they were a little kid and have serious anxiety issues associated with it now. You never know what's going on with people you're around.

It also drives me insane when people comment on what I am eating. Yes, I did get a Veggie Delite 6-inch sub from Subway... ON A SUB ROLL. I know this makes me the most disgusting human being you've ever met. But I guess I can't help that - why should I change what I ordered because an intern might think it's disgusting? It's a VEGGIE sub.

And no, I don't like melted cheese, and it is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. I know I'm the most ridiculous person you've ever encountered. But it's like sushi. You are not going to stop my gag reflex when I eat melted cheese. I think I'm allergic to some kind of chemical change that happens when cheese melts. Or maybe my body just really does not like the consistency. Either way, I don't comment on your tofu (another food with a consistency I can't take). So please leave my food selections out of it as well.

Thankfully, my friends in real life are (generally) not concerned with this kind of stuff, with one or two exceptions. They bring doritos and beer over to my apartment and never mention anything about whether what we're all eating at a pub is fattening or how they have to get home to work out. Thank GOD I have friends like this, honestly. Because seriously, if I have to hear one more time about how I should get my Chipotle or my Subway veggie sub as a SALAD (?!), I'm going to punch someone in the face.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Quote of the Day

"The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day. That is real freedom. That is being educated and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness. The default setting. The rat race. The constant gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing."
- David Foster Wallace