I am not defined by my lunch choices.
Could get ranty…
Someone has just said to me (in a seriously patronising tone, but that’s a whole other blog post) “oooh you’re being good today”
I considered, momentarily, if I WAS being good today and wondered how she could possibly have known this?
Did she see me being kind to animals earlier? Nope, that was in my own home, behind a closed front door, there’s no way she could have seen me with my dog.
Have I helped any old ladies across the road? Unlikely – it’s all I can do to get myself from one side of the road to another safely.
Been friendly to children? Again, no. The only children I have encountered today have been my own and after a particularly trying start to the day, that wasn’t a pleasant experience for any of us.
How then, was she able to ascertain my apparent “goodness”? I glanced around…had I sprouted angel wings or a halo and not noticed? Not so far, but I live in hope.
And then I realised. She was commenting on my choice of lunch – a self-service salad.
My value, worth and basic goodness as a human were being measured and judged by what I had chosen to shove down my neck.
How does this work? Please do enlighten me? Had I gone for one of the non-salad based options (Hunters Pork or the driest looking vegetable burger I have ever had the misfortune of seeing), would she have hissed, or booed pantomime style and called me Satan?
Let’s disregard the fact that I had a big breakfast today and wasn’t in the mood for a big lunch. Let’s pretend that either of the other choices looked remotely edible or appetising. Hell, let’s act like I didn’t go to the campus shop afterwards and buy crisps and biscuits.
What you eat or don’t eat doesn’t have any bearing on the kind of person you are and the sooner we get over the whole “naughty food” thing, the better as far as I’m concerned. There are no “good” or “bad” foods – food will not offer to mow your lawn or sneak up and pull your pigtails when you’re not looking.
Food is energy. Fuel for our bodies and brains. It’s as simple as that. Not good, not bad, it just…is.
The only thing that defines us as good or bad people is our behaviour and the way we treat other people.
For example, when I was told I was “being good”, instead of slamming my plate on the counter and snarling “Mind your own business you patronising cow, shut up and take my money!”, I simply shrugged and explained “oh, I had a big breakfast”.
So maybe she had me right after all.