Food pushers


See this?  This is what happens when others know (in this case a co-worker) that I’m on a plan.  You get the pushy food pushers. It’s ironic that this one’s just so happens to be someone who also goes to the gym at work with me.  So,  she says have a cookie.  I politely refuse.  Then,  she insists.  It turns into an awkward dance, and I take one.  As you can see in the photo above,  that’s what I did with it. Into the garbage, without a second thought of guilt or obligation.  And you should,  too.
Isn’t it ironic that when we’re needing the support the most,  along comes trouble? 
And don’t you know,  this same person came along later & asked how I liked it? Mmmhmmm. I said it was good.  But,  in the future,  I’m going to emphasize that I am not eating even just one of whatever unhealthy fare I’m offered.  My body is not a garbage machine.  I’m not going to take the leftovers.  No,  what I plan on leaving at the table is my sciatica, back aches,  stomach bulge,  and feeling faint.  Yeah, that’s going away as I embrace healthier habits. Amen.


About downszdiva

Freelance writer, blogger, foodie. Ph ilosopher, Jersey girl (not to be confused with the 'shore'). Animal rescue, lover of strong coffee.
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