Ben and I are changing our diet. We are focusing a lot on portion control and healthier choices. It's been going well.
On Monday, for work we had to go meet a nutrition expert. Notice, I said, "For work". We met her at Sam's Club. Our goal: stroll through that massive store and have her point out good choices and bad choices while we took notes. For work. For the students, of course.
At first, it went so well; she pointed good options like walnuts, peanuts, and pecans and how nutritionally balanced the good ole' peanut butter and jelly is for you. Ben and I nodded, oh yes, oh yes.
Then she said: "Canned ravioli is so bad for you. It's basically like eating dead food."
I shot Ben the LOOK. You know the "Didn't I tell you that?" look. Ben cringed.
We strolled on.
Then she said: "Frosted Mini-wheats are not really good, either. They are so full of sugar." Ben nudged me. She continued. "It’s best to get the plain ones and sprinkle a little sugar on them."
Ben gave me the LOOK. I cringed. Don't take away my cereal!
We strolled on. Following her through the store like two little mischievous kids. He nudged me. I nudged him. All behind her back; she had no idea.
Then she said: "Marinated artichokes aren't really good for you either. They are so full of sodium."
I gave her the LOOK. The one that says, "DON'T say THAT! My husband just started eating salads! Don't take away the food that started this revolution!"
After our trip was over, Ben and I felt challenged and encouraged. We took away important information, like don't drink decaf coffee and eat all your meals before 6pm. Important information like that. Just don't touch the artichokes. Thankyouverymuch.