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It's About Being Healthy

Just a little rant here.

So I went out to dinner last night with an old friend to Olive Garden. Now, I don't eat out often, but when I do, I usually plan it so that it's a treat meal rather than try to order something healthy. 

Well, since I just had a major treat meal at a restaurant over the weekend, I wanted to choose something relatively healthy this time. (I even had really good self control when they brought out those yummy breadsticks and only had two bites of one!)

For my meal, I ordered grilled chicken and vegetable skewers with a side of steamed broccoli. When the waitress brought out the meal, my friend mentioned something about me being so healthy or something, and the waitress goes, "You don't need to be on a diet", as she walked away. I just smiled at her, when I really wanted to roll my eyes.

I HATE when I get comments like that. People used to say things to me like that back when I worked at Kroger and would bring my own lunch to work, while everyone else went to Wendy's across the street. It really got on my nerves that people always assumed I was on a "diet", when really I was just wanting to be healthier!

I mean, it's pretty sad that it's so abnormal to choose healthy food simply because you want to be healthy.  It's pretty sad that you're looked down upon for eating healthy foods, while no one thinks anything of someone stuffing their face with a cheeseburger and fries, or a big plate of pasta, or whatever.

I am NOT on a diet. Eating healthy is not about being on a diet, which is sadly what most people automatically think. It's about loving and respecting yourself enough to want what's best for it!

Anwyays, I actually really enjoyed the meal that I ordered and didn't wish at ALL that I could've had a big plate of pasta (like my friend had). 

Okay, I'm done. :)

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  1. I feel your pain! Almost everyone who see's me eating healthy has to make some comment about it! And I always say, "It's not a diet, it's a lifestyle!" I work at a restaurant and everyone makes fun of me for bringing my hello kitty lunch box full of healthy, energizing foods when I am actually amused that they choose to eat the deep fried foods we serve all the time. To each their own I guess!

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