The funniest thing has happened since taking the walk along side the river of chance meeting fate this past July—I keep getting invited to drop the creative drive to eat, drink and be merry. Sounds fun until you get there and everything nicely presented becomes what doctor’s claim are objects I can no longer desire.
I can’t imagine the number of cows and pigs alive today because restaurants and private parties no longer serve me. I scan the web everyday searching for Monster drinks and Red Bull to announce they’re going out of business due to an economic twist with their top drinker being forced into early retirement.
Does going to a party to enjoy perfectly pitched food and drinks to which I cannot eat make me a dink?
“Yep!” says morals expert Anne Marie Sabbath. “If religious or health reasons are keeping you from filling your plate at parties where being extra full is the game…your dietary restrictions is every reason to look like you are snubbing the chef.”
Eating properly isn’t the pain—standing around with an empty plate or complaining about not having enough veggies available makes you the wrong player in a field of professional eaters.
Attending gatherings where mega amounts of food are available must be approached like a martial artist walk through the streets of everyday life—don’t put yourself in a situation where what you know is going to be challenged. Living the life of a black belt is being aware of where you are at all times—eating is no different.
According to Anne Marie, “If you fear what’s going to be served…eat before you arrive. Then you won’t spend the evening worried about where you’re going to pick up some protein or even worse hit a fast food joint on the way home because the body has completely given up.”
What if you’re hanging out at a well known steakhouse? How do you keep from being called the buzz kill? Rather than going political about how the world should become a vegetarian, keep it cool by asking the waiter at the time of ordering what they suggest for someone who is a vegetarian.
The worst thing you can do at a restaurant is come out of the food closet—it’s insulting to those who take the time to present an incredible display of things to eat. To stand up on a soap box and protest your rhyme reason and purpose makes you nothing more than a loner with barely a fan to support the cause. You aren’t there for the restaurant; you’re there for the group of people who invited you. Keep peace in the street.
Getting back to living by being aware of where we walk and eat…steal my art…
arroecollins@clearchannel.com
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