being overtly health conscious isn't all that easy. sure, you pride yourself on self-control and gains you are able to make, but when it comes to being in a social setting with individuals that such things are talked about in passing but never acted upon; you come off as the weird one.

never mind trying to tell them about GI index that would sound as foreign as the chinese language.

so finding ourselves at get togethers and scanning the selection for food for something of minimal fat to protein ratios can be difficult without sounding too much of a douche. i learned from past experiences that people just don't want to be lectured on their eating habits.

i try and tell them my brother that eating three bagels with cream cheese on the daily basis isn't the smartest decision he can make. yet, i come off as the asshole for looking out for his health.

saturday night; the selection of pork, fried rice, chips, cheese, and of course, two family-sized picnic coolers of beer limited my options.

the idea of 'health freaks' bringing their own foods is just as ridiculous as deciding what i can eat off the table.

without being vain and going abouts explaining why such foods aren't part of my diet--out of the simple goal of not offending the host--i nibbled on the pork chop for a good amount of time.

drinking the beer was just as difficult; over a span of seven hours i nursed three beers and still counted the nearly 700 calories that i pointlessly poured down my throat. this is tougher than it seems as my reduction of beer consumption is pretty new and there's always the temption to drink like the fish i did a mere months ago. and not being a fan of liquor, beer was the drug of choice.

having no excuse to get nekkid and flaunt my summer body as to why these sort of things consume me this time of the year, i wasn't all that socially festive and waited for the first person to pack up, so the dominoes would fall and i could make my departure.

i guess being healthy isn't all its cracked out to be when you're surrounded by so many foods that you just want to devour most of the time. and i wonder, who has it better; the one concerned about eating healthy or the one who gives a fuck all about such things?