Have you ever looked at someone and thought, “She probably shouldn’t be eating that,” or, “Does she know how many calories are in that thing?”
I hate to admit it, but once in a while, I do. (Ugh!) Logically, I know it is 100 percent zero business of mine what any other person on this planet puts into her mouth (and why should it be unless she’s my kid?). But sometimes Judge Sunny raises her gavel deep in the recesses of my mind. Usually when I’m at Starbucks.
The other day, the woman in front of me picked up her big, dessert-like drink (a venti white chocolate mocha with whip cream maybe?) from the barista and my inner voice was like, “She must not know what’s in that thing—if she did, there’s no way she would order it. Insane!” My eyes flicked up to the menu board (here in NYC, chain restaurants have to post calories) to see just how big of an indulgence she was making.
What the hell did I care?! I realize, of course, that my reaction had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with me. Wanting and having treats is perfectly normal and healthy. But some part of me still associates certain sweets and junk foods with “bad behavior” like bingeing. I still struggle against that part of me that labels some foods as “bad” and others as “good.”
(There may have also been a twinge of jealousy wrapped up in there. I mean, after seeing her drink, my skinny vanilla latte looked kinda…blah. :))
Am I the only one who finds herself doing this once in a while? Do you ever judge what other people eat?