This is from a great cult movie, so obscure that I can’t even rememeber the name of it. I saw a spoof recently on the Simpsons recently, so it’s in my head. Great movie, it’ll stick with you for a while. Anyway, I hope I’m not becoming one of THOSE people, you know the ones who are so inflexible and uptight about their eating, that they’re really no fun. I’ve had a few experiences lately that make me wonder, but mostly I think I’m still okay. The first was about a week ago, when I had a friend in town, and we went on an urban hike with his ex-girlfriend, from a few towns over. After we walked up and down various hills for a few hours, we got to a neighborhood with lots of shops and restaurants. Sharon wanted to go to a tasty bakery and get cheesebread, and was disturbed that I didn’t want any. I don’t know what cheesebread is exactly, but it sounds nasty. Yes, I realize I just did a huge walk, but that doesn’t mean I want pastries, especially cheese bread. I tried some of hers, and it was as nasty as I thought it would be. My friend and I got burritos, and she wouldn’t get one, because she wanted to get a better one later, since she’s usually on a raw food diet, so if she’s eating a burrito, it should be the best! (And she gives me shit for not wanting cheesebread that I don’t even like!)
The next day, I was sitting in a park with a friend, and she wanted to split a bacon wrapped hot dog. Now I love bacon, and I eat hot dogs, fully cognizant of the fact that they are made of assholes and eyeballs. But these look nasty, smell really bad. The bacon is just wrapped around a low quality hot dog, it looks rubbery and greasy, and I really hate those gluey white buns. Sorry, you’re on your own with that one. We went hiking a few days later, and split a bacon/cheese/mushroom burger and green salad. I talked her into a green salad instead of a chef’s salad. She sighed, but said when she goes out with Randy (the friend who introduced us), it’s much worse, as he’s vegan. We were talking later, and I said I didn’t bake. She thought that was so awful, after all banana bread is healthy, as is zucchini bread. I started to explain that if I have it at home, I’ll eat it all very quickly, so I just get something like that when I want some, but she thought that was irrational. I got tired of explaining, for the third time this week, that I have/am losing weight, and I can’t eat like this, so I pulled out my driver’s license, showed her my picture. I’m about 60 pounds heavier, it’s a striking difference, and it finally shut her up. I’m not like her. Or my pal’s ex-girlfriend.
I’ve been lucky enough not to spend too much time around weird, rigid dieters, and I certainly don’t want to become one. I’m happy to eat high fat, greasy, heavy food occasionally, but it’s gotta actually be stuff I like. I ate potato chips, hot dogs, and cheesecake on July 4, and didn’t feel uptight about that. It did feel weird not to take leftover hotdogs and other leftovers home for the skinny dog, but I’m getting used to it. She’s been eating 1/4 of my meals for so long now, I feel very full eating them all myself.