THAT woman
I don't like salads. It's not that I don't enjoy eating salads, I just don't like eating them in front of others if the salad doesn't precede a larger meal. I don't want to be viewed as THAT woman. You know the one...the woman who looks normal sized, who's enjoying a salad as her meal. You look at THAT woman and think to yourself, "Pfft, why does SHE need to eat a sald!" I don't even like carrying a salad as I reach my eating destination!
So there I was today, knowing I had nothing but cheese and a Diet Rite (made with Splenda), faced with a decision: get over it, and get the salad you really want to eat, or go hungry.
Laziness didn't win, although I really wanted to remain in my office and just suffer in silence. I walked to our Union, to the salad bar (owned by the pizza company...irony?) and got my chicken cesar salad. Don't hate me, it's lower carb than any fruity-dressing, even if it does have more calories and fat.
As I'm walking back to my office, my heels clickety-clacking on the tile floor, the sound bouncing off the tile walls of the tunnel (it's raining today), I was THAT woman.
I really hate being THAT woman.
So there I was today, knowing I had nothing but cheese and a Diet Rite (made with Splenda), faced with a decision: get over it, and get the salad you really want to eat, or go hungry.
Laziness didn't win, although I really wanted to remain in my office and just suffer in silence. I walked to our Union, to the salad bar (owned by the pizza company...irony?) and got my chicken cesar salad. Don't hate me, it's lower carb than any fruity-dressing, even if it does have more calories and fat.
As I'm walking back to my office, my heels clickety-clacking on the tile floor, the sound bouncing off the tile walls of the tunnel (it's raining today), I was THAT woman.
I really hate being THAT woman.