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I'm with this group of friends and acquaintances that have a standing dinner party. We rotate on who is going to bring food, and for the most part people cook things that everyone likes. No problem there.
I've adopted a specific diet that excludes a lot of carbohydrates. Now, it's not a very big deal in practice; egg noodles would be cooked on the side of a soup, for example, so that I can eat the soup and others can scoop noodles to their own taste. I won't take a corn bread side, but I'll take some of the broccoli or mushroom stir fry. When it's my turn, I even bring foods and desserts that I wouldn't even be able to eat. I don't want to feel like I'm "subjecting" others to my self-imposed limitations. Everyone's happy!
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One particular individual likes to talk. He's always right, you see. Now, he's convinced that my diet is extremely unhealthy and lets me know. Every. Single. Time. This man is over 300lbs, almost stationary, and diabetic. And you want to give me dietary advice?
“Oh, well I guess I could make my favorite casserole next week...but Bronze can't eat it.” Then shooting a canary-eating grin my way.
“WHEN you decide to drop this little...exercise of yours, I'm going to make you some of my cheese noodles.” The tone made me cringe, like he was talking to a child.
“My doctor says that you *need* to eat sugar. Your brain runs on six grams a day!” Said on his second heaving helping of chocolate cake, when I chose to pass on some myself.
I get why loved ones can be concerned about this. A lot of my changes fly in the face of more traditional dietary advice. Heck, even “me” of two years ago would probably be spit-taking some of the things I don't eat now. But I do it under the watchful eye of a good doctor, and my numbers have done nothing but improve since I've been making these changes. So, I’ll take my feeling-good self, my doctor, my test results, and my almost triple digit weight loss, Mr. Acquaintance. You can keep…whatever it is you’re doing to yourself over there.
I bend over backwards to make sure that I'm not inconveniencing anyone, or at least as little as possible. I'm perfectly happy with a little meat and some veggies. I'm not hard to cook for, and I've never had anyone else complain like this man does. It's starting to suck the fun out of the whole night.
I'm with this group of friends and acquaintances that have a standing dinner party. We rotate on who is going to bring food, and for the most part people cook things that everyone likes. No problem there.
I've adopted a specific diet that excludes a lot of carbohydrates. Now, it's not a very big deal in practice; egg noodles would be cooked on the side of a soup, for example, so that I can eat the soup and others can scoop noodles to their own taste. I won't take a corn bread side, but I'll take some of the broccoli or mushroom stir fry. When it's my turn, I even bring foods and desserts that I wouldn't even be able to eat. I don't want to feel like I'm "subjecting" others to my self-imposed limitations. Everyone's happy!
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One particular individual likes to talk. He's always right, you see. Now, he's convinced that my diet is extremely unhealthy and lets me know. Every. Single. Time. This man is over 300lbs, almost stationary, and diabetic. And you want to give me dietary advice?
“Oh, well I guess I could make my favorite casserole next week...but Bronze can't eat it.” Then shooting a canary-eating grin my way.
“WHEN you decide to drop this little...exercise of yours, I'm going to make you some of my cheese noodles.” The tone made me cringe, like he was talking to a child.
“My doctor says that you *need* to eat sugar. Your brain runs on six grams a day!” Said on his second heaving helping of chocolate cake, when I chose to pass on some myself.
I get why loved ones can be concerned about this. A lot of my changes fly in the face of more traditional dietary advice. Heck, even “me” of two years ago would probably be spit-taking some of the things I don't eat now. But I do it under the watchful eye of a good doctor, and my numbers have done nothing but improve since I've been making these changes. So, I’ll take my feeling-good self, my doctor, my test results, and my almost triple digit weight loss, Mr. Acquaintance. You can keep…whatever it is you’re doing to yourself over there.
I bend over backwards to make sure that I'm not inconveniencing anyone, or at least as little as possible. I'm perfectly happy with a little meat and some veggies. I'm not hard to cook for, and I've never had anyone else complain like this man does. It's starting to suck the fun out of the whole night.
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