It's 12:30pm and the office is a world of exciting, delicious but forbidden smells circulating in and around my cubical. I hear wrappers being opened, people munching and cans of soda being opened. So I just put my headphones on, drank some water and continued to be a little busy working bee.
Soon my tummy starts growling.
I brought rosemary and crushed red pepper covered baked chicken. It's a classic staple in my house, so needless to say I was pretty excited about eating it. Not too thrilled that I decided last night to pack peas & carrots rather than a sweet potato, buuut the peas accent the rosemary exceptionally well in my mouth.
I walk into the kitchen where I am unfortunately greeted by a big fat wave of HOLY SHIT THAT'S NOT EVEN SLIGHTLY 2% PALEO OR HEALTHY IN ANY WAY NO MATTER WHICH WAY YOU LOOK AT IT -- CHEESY PASTA WITH CHICKEN and some other weird ingredients that gave a slight scent of Mexican food. Ugh.
Bowing my head, I B-line it to the fridge and over to the microwave.
Where I meet a co-worker heating up his lunch. I was unaware of what he was having for lunch when he struck up the following conversation:
Co-Worker: "Hey Meghan, how's it going?"
Me: "Hey, it's going okay, glad it's Friday."
Co-Worker: "Yeah, I know what you mean. ooo what's that you're having, looks good."
Me: "It's rosemary chicken, peas and carrots."
Co-Worker: "Hrm.. sounds healthy."
Me: "Yeah, *sigh* I'm doing a Paleo challenge with my CrossFit friends."
Co-Worker: "oh? Paleo, that sucks. I've heard of it. How's it coming?"
Me: "Well, it's only day two and things are going decent so far, but we'll see how much longer I can last. I'm not looking forward to the bread cravings."
Suddenly in the background, I hear a very jumbled accented "Happy Birthday" singing... I turn and see a GINORMOUS seriously, 2 ft by 3ft Giant Hello Kitty birthday cake.
Me: "Oh, come on! are you serious?!"
Co-Worker: " hahahah!! that sucks! you can't have any! Hey wait, shouldn't meat be off limits too since it's grain fed animals?"
Me: "That's the problem with being Paleo on a budget. You can't afford grass-fed meat. So you have to deal with the cards your dealt and do the best you can. And I want the cake now, but I'd prefer it not to live the rest of my life around my waistline and in my arteries."
Co-Worker pulls out lunch from the microwave and slightly turns their back to me so I can't exactly see what they've got.
Co-Worker: "Yeah I know what you mean, my spouse and I have been eating so well lately, I really feel a difference. And if you're eating grain fed animals, you're not really Paleo are you?"
As he turns to leave, I catch a quick glimpse of his lunch...
REALLY?! Good Grief.
I refuse to go through this the rest of my life having to constantly explain these things to people who don't really care to understand it, they just want to challenge it. Look, if you want a challenge, meet me in the gym, otherwise shut the eff up and eating your disgusting goopy over-processed mess you call lunch.
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