When I was working on the dog essay, it seemed everyone had a dog story. Now that I’ve finished the food essay, it’s all about the food. These are the things that make me believe absolutely in the power of thought, that we both manifest and attract, what weighs on us.
This week …
I met a woman who hasn’t eaten a carb in 18 years. As she scraped the topping off her pizza crust, she described her latest favorite “skinny cocktail.” A shot of tequila is about 60 calories, so you mix it with a packet of Crystal Light and some diet 7-Up and I swear it tastes just like a margarita.
A woman, and another woman, and another woman said she never ever touches bread. Bread, it seems, is a common enemy.
I had lunch with a friend at a Mexican restaurant. While we were looking at the menu she said, I’m starving. All I’ve had since yesterday afternoon is a cheese stick.
I could have eaten an entire tray of chicken wings, but I felt self-conscious and stopped at 4.
I heard a woman tell another woman that she’s saving 100 calories a day by drinking her coffee black. She hates it, it’s so bitter!, but …
I played tennis with 3 women I haven’t seen in awhile. Before we started and on the changeovers, we mostly talked about what we are eating and what we are not. One brought a plastic container of cut-up apples.
I heard the words “gluten” and “my Fit Bit” more than once, every day.
I talked to a lot of men too. One night I spent a good hour with an ATF agent —- we talked about guns and how he is required to spend 2 hours a week at the shooting range, about the legalization of pot, about his brother the drug addict and how hard that is for him, about how his job is to “make friends” and how none of us civilians can imagine how many idiots are out there. He never once mentioned food.
Come to think of it, none of the men mentioned food. I wish this surprised me.