I try my best to eat well. I certainly cannot say that I don’t eat out often, but I do try to make good choices in terms of food. As well, I try to work out frequently. I’ve taken up tennis again. When I have time, I enjoy running.
But some people, however, do not seem to care at all. I genuinely feel bad for people who are trying their hardest to lose weight but lack success. In fact, I work at a place where it is my job to encourage people to get fit.
On Saturday, I decided to go on an endeavor (lunch) with a friend of mine. We chose Golden Corral, as I’ve not been there in a long time. If you’re not familiar with Golden Corral, it is a buffet with a wide variety of food, from salads to ice cream.
A hobby of mine is “people watching.” At Golden Corral, I saw some of the most obese people I have ever seen. Entire families, really. There were people who were there when I arrived and who were still there when I left. They made frequent trips to the buffet—stacking their plates as high as they possibly could.
My friend was unable to finish his salad. He actually asked the waitress, who is his girlfriend’s mother, if they had carry-out boxes to take some food with him. I’m rather sure he was being facetious. Her response was, “We will have to weigh your food if you do that, and you will have to pay a certain amount per pound.”
I realized that people had actually asked, at a buffet, if they could take food with them. I weep. She even confirmed that it was not uncommon for people to ask the same question.
Anyway, I made the following observation: Buffets attract obese people. Surprised?
However, my experience at Golden Corral was nothing compared to one I had at a local pizza buffet. In reality, nothing good can come from a pizza buffet. I honestly question whether it is possible to fit it in any diet, even mine—and I’m actually underweight!
At the pizza buffet, it was me, my dad, and two of the fattest families I’ve ever seen. I don’t mean that condescendingly, but it was obvious they were making no attempt to watch what they were eating. It was actually very sad: there was a 4 year old who had to be at least 150 lbs. I can assure you that these families kept the cooks busy.
Even those families were not the surprise of the evening.
The surprise was the incredibly obese lady who chose to park at the curb of the restaurant instead of in the parking lot conveniently placed just one driving lane away.
She exited her vehicle and, literally, waddled—waddled—into the pizza joint to pick up her four large pizzas. She waddled.
I was nervous she was not going to make it back to her car, especially without devouring the pizza by the time she put her vehicle in gear. Being that I’m a thoughtful person, I had “911” typed into my telephone and all I had to do was press “send” in case of an emergency.
I wish for nothing but good health for everyone. However, people who make the absolute worst decisions—decisions that even the most ignorant people know are wrong—really piss me off. It truly makes me sad.
Eat well, my friends. And don’t be offended.