There is no person so annoying as the person who tries to manage your diet, whether that person is a friend, enemy, spouse, child, or even a company.
I believe in good health. I wish I had been more vigilant with my own. But that doesn't mean that I want the diet police at my home or job or in a restaurant.
You know that ones I'm talking about, right? They're the ones that give you that sorrowful look and and ask, "Is that cracker/ice cream/cheesecake/chocolate on your diet?" or "Are you supposed to be eating that piece of toast?"
As the individual on the restricted diet, I'm the most likely to know whether the answer to the questions above are "yes" or "no". As I found out over the last few weeks there are a host of incorrect perceptions about what I can eat--or not eat. And I'm also the person who knows what the consequences are if I eat something I'm not supposed to eat.
It's pretty much the same thing as those people who smoke or drink or pour salt on everything they eat. Yep. Almost everyone does something they shouldn't do. We all pay the price when we do. And when paying the price we learn a valuable lesson. "Just say NO!"
The thing is... there really are a minimal number of things I cannot eat. Chicken--violently allergic. Corn--shoots my sugar into the stratosphere. Decaf anything--sets off an allergic reaction that cuts off my air supply. Other than that I can eat ANYTHING.
However as with just about all the other people in the good old USA, it's all about portion control. Nasty words. Nope most of us really don't need a ten ounce steak. Most of us don't need a potato the size of Idaho. Most of us don't really need to supersize anything. See? That was easy.
If I want to eat 1/2 cup of mashed potatoes as one of my carb choices, well, okay. Personally, I would rather have a bowl of broccoli, but hey, that's just me. If I want 1/2 cup of ice cream for dessert... that's okay, too. That's pretty much the way life is.
Now 1/2 cup is not much. But it's my "not much." So for the diet police out there--bug off. My joys might be small, but I still want them. If I'm good this week I can even have 1/2 cup of cheesecake!