Picky Eaters

Another one of those days where I lay in bed for an extra 20 minutes contemplating whether to haul my ass out to the gym.

Did it and feel pleased, as usual.

But now, I feel so naughty. In my viewpoint, I have gone to do the impossible ala gym, and now I deserve something as a reward. By reward, im feeling... something cheesy, heavy and calorie-packed. I'm sensing lasagna, pizza or maybe even a buffet trip to Chinabar Signature. SO I gym'ed for 4 days now, I think I deserve something right?

Hopefully Mr V isn't in one of those moods again, one of those "I'm going to be healthy from today onwards, no carbs, no sweets and no fat". This is followed by "I'm going to have salad today, you don't have to have this, you can order something else." I absolutely hate this!! Makes me feel like Mr V's having dinner with a water buffulo with an binging disorder.

I know...I know... you probably think Im hypocritical. Those exact thoughts go through my head everytime I eat out too, but I never Verbally announce it.

I eat now, regret later.

Don't you hate eating with someone that orders a soup for dinner when your having the lobster feast?

Don't you hate it when someone picks around for vegies ONLY when the dish has other stuff in it?

Don't you hate it when someone looks at the menu for half a century, asks you about the lasagna, the steak, the fish and chips but then orders a salad "on-a-whim" because they "can't decide"?

If you are going to be that health-concious, why go out to eat at all? Why not stay home and eat your steam vegies in peace and quiet with no pressure? We all know how "bad" eating out is... the reason why the grass is greener on the other side is because more oil, more fat, more msg, more sugar and more cocaine is included to entice the consumer.

I have a confession to make though. It's hard to explain, so how about I conversationalise it?

Mr V: hey, want some 2 minute noodles?

Me: (looks at the time, omg it's 9:00pm) Nah, I'm not hungry. You make it for yourself.

Mr V: you haven't even eaten yet, how about I make a pack for us each?

Me: (stomach grumbles) Nah, it's okay. I don't want any.
Mr V: okay then. (goes off to make noodles)

- After the noodles are cooked and on the table -

Mr V: try some?

Me: Okay.

- Mr V looks at his half eaten bowl.

I know what he's thinking. He's thinking "Why the fuck can't she just tell she wants some and I would've made it. Now she's just eaten half of mine. WOMEN!"

So yes, I confess I'm one of those women that will "try" half of your food in order to not feel as if I've eaten the whole plate of food.

If you have dinner with me, let me tell you, yes means no, and no means yes. Just be smart about it.

STAY AWESOME