I Can Be A Bad Girl

...when it comes to food!!!  I can!  I can!  I can!

I don't recall ever blogging about this before...but if I did, oh well...its on my mind right now because twice this week I was judged (in a way that felt funny) about food choices.

• Grocery store a couple of nights ago:  The person behind me in line said "wow.  That's a lot of brussel sprouts!"  Now I know that without being there, you cannot hear the tone and of course you can't see the squinched face they made, and honestly it was a lot of sprouts among a host of other good for you food...and then the eyeing of the rest of my items...anyway, it isn't the first time but mainly I hear "I wish my cart looked like yours" and what-not.  I don't know, it felt 'off' and after seeing what was in their cart, I figured they just felt guilty as hell for all the processed crap they had (I didn't see any vegetables, live or frozen!).  I should have said "wow.  That's a lot of crap!", but obviously I didn't.
• At work this week, and this isn't rare, it happens a lot actually, but just the 2nd time in one week where I felt like people were taking the guilt of their own purchases and somehow saying something about my food made them feel better?  I don't know, but I do get tired of it.  If someone sees me eating chocolate or a donut they always make some snide remark...

Here's the thing:  Right now in my house, in my pantry, in my freezer, there are bad processed fake foods.  There are frozen pizzas and there are packages of Ramen.  There is a box of white rice right next to the brown rice.  There is a bowl of Reeses (on the top shelf of a cabinet) for emergencies.  You get the idea.

Sometimes I want frozen pizza (obviously I add a lot of other things to them i.e. fresh veggies, chicken etc.) and one day in the Summer after a long run I was craving Ramen (probably for salt) and I didn't have any so the next time I went grocery shopping I bought a few packages because if the craving ever hit again, I wanted to have it handy.  Same thing with so many things...

Once a week I have a big ass breakfast taco with cheese, potatos, and bacon.  So what? 

I wasn't always the person who cared about what she put in her body...not by a long shot!!  Hell-o have you read my sidebar?    ------>

And while I think it is very important that I feed my body for its purpose of living and not satisfying my emotions, sometimes I still want what I want and by God, I'm going to give it what it wants and if that is a bag of Tostitos and a jar of processed queso, then so be it.

I think saying you will never ever eat something...well I guess for some people that might work, but it would never work for me.  I also don't just save treats for something fabulous and out of this world.

Sometimes to me...at any given time those Tostitos/processed queso are the most fabulous and out of this world thing I can think of.

Just last night I tweeted that the items I am craving are:  cinnamon rolls, fried chicken, macaroni and cheese (from the box!) and biscuits and gravy.  And I also told one of my coworkers that if I had a good race, my ass was going to Popeyes! 

So I sometimes get judged by the processed food lovin' folks and I guess sometimes I get judged by the same processed food lovin' folks when I make bad choices too!  Although I am willing to be that I get judged by the food nazi's too...if given the opportunity.

Lets see...which is worse:  drinking, smoking and drugs OR not doing any of those things, add running to the mix, working out and maybe 20% of the time eating something that isn't necessarily so good for ya?

Of course if a person isn't at a place where maybe they shouldn't be eating badly, that might be a different story...get your health in check and then reap the benefits!!!   Just my opinion.  :O)

Moderation.  All about moderation.

Even when it comes to the naughty things in life....