The school lunch choices weren't that great (mmmm breadtangle of pizza), but I all too often chose the snack line instead of the line where they'd serve things resembling actual food. I'm pretty sure that my body is still paying for those choices, such as the Little Debbie Zebra Cakes that I'd eat 4 at a time, or the Little Debbie Pecan Spinwheels. Without anyone there to regulate my choices, I was the master of my own disaster.
Candy was another one of those things I had issues with. Unlike food that pretended to be healthy (such as the word "raspberry" causing ooohs and aaahs before the word danish), candy had no health value. They were empty calories. The weird thing is that if someone had said "you can either eat 4 twizzlers or have a cup of fresh raspberries," I probably would have eaten the raspberries. But public school didn't offer that. But you could get all the Twix you wanted, an Icee, soft-serve ice cream, and just about every snack cake possible.
I was so incredibly pleased to see Jack Sht's blog post this morning -- in which he made not only a great decision for himself, but also for his readership. He encouraged me to finally reply to this email that had been sitting in my inbox:
|Screw your "Confidentiality Information" -- My readership deserves to know the delusional message you're sending around. Besides, I never agreed to maintain your confidentiality.|
"a nice treat in a healthy diet" -- how about a HEALTHY TREAT in a HEALTHY DIET?
I'm pretty sure the younger version of myself would be proud of me for (1) standing up to the big guy and (2) doing it for the right reasons.