Snack Time.

You know what the great thing about carrots are? They’re super loud when you eat them. 😐 The one thing that I hate more than eating while I’m at work, is the comments I get from the woman who sits in the office to my left. We have a window that separates our offices through which we can see each other, converse about work and other things, etc. This is a woman whom I love dearly. She’s much older, bitter, no-bullshit taking kind of woman, and I hope to be just like her some day. However, she notices my eating habits quite astutely.

Everyone in my office knows that I’ve gone on ‘diets’ and sometimes I ‘exercise’. But none, with the exception of maybe one, really actually know the depth of it. Obviously. They praise my will power, and they feed me the fuel that I need to get through the day… without food.

So any time I’m in one of those phases where I choose not to care what goes into my body, and she sees me eating potato chips, or God forbid a sandwich at my desk, or go in for some of the pizza, she comments. “Oh, Vim… is everything okay? You don’t usually eat so much in the middle of the day”

Today. I have baby carrots. I force myself into the kitchen to retrieve them. I mix my peanut butter all up, and grudgingly go back to my office. Admittedly, I’ve been stalling for quite a bit now. 3 carrots and 2 bell pepper strips into it. She looks over, and says, “Oh Vim. You’re not eating Carrots are you?” I assumed she might want one (trying to get rid of the food in front of me.) And she declines my offer with a “That’s not what I was saying at all. You poor thing, you’re back on the wagon.” Then tells me about her office-mate that isn’t here today, and how she won’t eat anything that doesn’t crunch. Now, not only am I eating when I don’t want to, I’m super extra conscious of how fucking loud every single bite is. This is great…