Today I ran into a local branch of a national craft store for some jewelry findings I’m running low on. On the way out (after also looking at the fiber and getting some tatting thread to redo a handkerchief I made somebody that I will do better now that I know more) I realized I was hungry and hadn’t eaten since breakfast. No problem, the craft store had one end cap that had candy on it, and I selected something I’d been craving for a few days.
As I was checking out, the clerk asked if I wanted the candy in the bag or left out. I told her to leave it out and she asked, “Hungry?”
I responded back, “Yes. I’ve not eaten since breakfast so I need a snack.”
Her next words shocked me. “Well, you could probably do healthier than candy though.”
I was shocked, but I’m pretty proud of myself. I didn’t have a case of “Staircase Wit“. I said to her, “That’s why I’m glad I’m an adult.”
“As an adult, I can eat anything I want without having to worry about ‘ruining my dinner’ or answering to my mom about what I eat.”
She seemed to get the idea. At least, she didn’t say anything more about it.
Honestly, what is it with people who think they get to tell me what I can or cannot eat? Or, like this store cashier, presume that I don’t know about nutrition? What she doesn’t know (nor was it any of her business, which is why I didn’t say anything) is when I finally got home from my running and had dinner, I was going to have a couple of wraps made with tortillas, bacon, leaf lettuce, tomato and avocado. (They were good, too!)
When she asked me this question, it was after 5pm. I hadn’t eaten since 10am. The only things that store had for sale food wise was candy. I wasn’t about to go to a fast food place and get fries (first of all, not what I wanted and second of all, it would have been too much food and I’d have ended up not eating a good meal because I’d have been full). And besides which, it wasn’t any of her business to comment to me on what I was eating.
Yes, I do understand I was making the cardinal sin of eating while fat. I was compounding it by being unrepentant about it and it being candy which has few — if any — socially redeeming qualities (if you are fat, that is). But that still doesn’t mean that she gets to comment on what I eat.