December 29, 2010 by AnnMarie
One of the girls from boxing class sent me a link about bad food choices. That link led me to another link that truly cemented my long-standing dislike of eating out. I honestly really don’t like eating out much. I feel my food choices and special requests are at the very least being judged harshly by my dining partners and wait staff. At worst, I’m afraid I’ll get an ornery chef that thinks I should have my fish fried in butter instead of grilled, or will slip some ground up bacon in my soup.
Fairly often I’m given strange looks when I say “no dressing on my salad, please.” My response can be met with resistance. “No, not on the side, just none. No really, I don’t need any dressing. No oil and vinegar is not necessary.” My theory on salads is if the vegetables don’t taste good on their own, why would I want to smother them with nasty dressing? I guess I just never developed a taste for it. I wonder how many calories I’ve saved myself over the years?
But now that I don’t eat any meat except seafood, and am diligently trying to go without dairy, it’s so hard to find anything good on a menu. The pressure is on to keep good company with my friends while my eyes rush in desperation over the menu options, looking for anything that fits my weird food requirements (Note I didn’t say restrictions – I don’t think of it that way. The foods I choose to eat are my requirements). No pun intended, but it’s a lot of bologna I don’t need to deal with.
So here is the link to the naughty, calorie packed Worst Foods in America you may want to run screaming from. I like how they make the food look so unattractive. I’m seriously floored that any restaurant would serve a single meal with nearly 3,000 calories. Insane!