This is the post in which I point out that perhaps the pot shouldn’t call the kettle black.
On Saturday morning, I finished my Zumba class and headed for the supermarket to pick up a half a dozen ingredients for weekend meals. I stopped in Starbucks, ordered my one and only coffee shop drink (large black iced tea, unsweetened) and decided that since I didn’t have the family with me, I’d get myself a pumpkin scone, settle in and relax for a few moments.
As I sat in the cushy chair, munching on my scone, a mother came up and started… well, started bitching at me. Evidently by eating a scone while wearing my workout clothes, I was setting an unrealistic example for her teenage daughter, teaching her that eating pastries was ok when as we all know, that sort of behavior is completely unacceptable.
Now, I didn’t want to give this woman a hard time in front of her kid, so I tried somewhat diplomatically to explain that I don’t believe in forbidden foods, and that any food can be incorporated into a routine of otherwise healthy eating. Because, in my experience watching my mother, nothing makes a particular food more desirable than telling yourself that it’s off-limits.
Moments later, said daughter went to the counter to pick up her venti white chocolate mocha frappuccino with whipped cream. I’m not sure if she opted for skim, 2% or whole milk, but the calorie range runs from 520-620 and total fat ranges from 14-27 grams. A massive frappuccino? For breakfast? Was she serious?
And then there was me. Now, I’m not crazy enough to think that 480 calories and 17 grams of fat is a healthy breakfast choice, but it’s a nice treat on the rare occasions that I go to Starbucks. I ate about 2/3 of it and paired it with my large, non-caloric iced tea. Was this in any way worse than what she was allowing her daughter to do?
I like my calories to come from food rather than drinks. Whether it’s real or psychological, I never feel full when consuming the same number of calories in a drink — even a nutrient and fiber-rich homemade smoothie — than I do when I actually eat solid foods. But to say that I’m setting a bad example while her daughter drinks that? Call me crazy, but I’ll take a pastry over a glorified caffeinated milkshake any day.
And regardless of my reasons, nobody ever has a right to walk up to someone and criticize their food choices. No one. Had she not been with her daughter, I probably would have made a scene and told her that in no uncertain terms.
What about you? Do you prefer to drink your calories, or eat them? And would you ever have the nerve to walk up to a stranger and give them crap about what they’re eating?