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Went to a restaurant for the first time in a couple months last night, which is a whole different experience when you have your dieting lenses on. I orderd a salad and then tried to pick around the full cup of cheese they put on it (hadn't noticed cheese in the description).
Next, to my husband's chagrin, I quickly calculated the calories and fat on his plate of chicken enchiladas. I calculated about 1200 calories, and 70 grams of fat. Then he wolfed down another 45 grams of fat snacking at the movie, adding about 800 more calories. What a pig! Good thing he's naturally skinny. A few months ago I'd have been right there with him except, of course, about the naturally skinny part.
But this isn't about my husband. What I found fascinating was the table of four people sitting behind us. They ordered 7 loaded plates of fried food. And one salad. I identified 4 huge stacks of golden waffle fries, 2 enormous sausage sandwiches, hot wings, a couple appetizers, and some other stuff I coudln't see. Next I heard a request for a side of mayonaise and a side of ranch. At this, my fat and calorie tabulator had an overload. I felt sickened but mostly I noticed I felt extremely judgmental. It was bizarre. I mean, they were all pretty overweight so it wasn't like it was "down a magic hatch" the way it is with my husband. But still -- my reactions to their food behavior were a mixture of disgust and jealousy. Mostly I just kept thinking of how gluttonous it is to eat more than you need with so many people starving int he world (including me!). I got this really high and mighty sense about things -- I kind of wanted to slap myself. I didn't feel any amity toward those people. Yet I imagine the same runs through the mind of the skinny, scantily clad waitress when I put my "high maintenance" order in. She's probably thinking "Here we go again. Some fat lady pretending she cares what she eats."
Does anyone else feel weird going into restaurants now?
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