I'm attending a seminar for the weekend with colleagues from all over the area, and the company hosting the seminar posted that they'd provide meals. I thought... uh huh. Don't think that'll help me much.
Last night we sat through the first session, left our groups for dinner at 6... and the "dinner" box revealed a thin sandwich of either ham or turkey or cheese wrapped in soggy bread or tortilla, a small bag of chips, and two cookies. Nutrition evidently is not their forté. I picked through the box, cleaned off a couple slices of turkey, salvaged some lettuce and tomato, had dinner while the others at the table observed with amusement that a big girl like me didn't attack the cookies and chips.
I arrived *just* on time at 9 this morning so as to miss their idea of breakfast which was to be served at 8. Sure enough breakfast consisted of bagels, sweet rolls, muffins... they did provide fruit salad, but I have no idea of the dressing. I passed and muttered I couldn't have anything there. My colleague gave me a look like I was from Mars.
I thought about turning and asking her to take me to her leader. Instead I slipped into my seat here to set up my laptop for the day's activities.
I'm going to step out at lunchtime and go hunt down some real food. They don't like it they can kiss my grits. And tomorrow I'm packing goodies.
It's no wonder our nation is suffering from malnutrition and obesity. And this is a seminar for public educators!
Just sounding off, and it's sort of a piggyback on the thread about admitting to others I'm on Atkins. I didn't offer any explanations.
They are welcome to think I'm from Mars.
Last night we sat through the first session, left our groups for dinner at 6... and the "dinner" box revealed a thin sandwich of either ham or turkey or cheese wrapped in soggy bread or tortilla, a small bag of chips, and two cookies. Nutrition evidently is not their forté. I picked through the box, cleaned off a couple slices of turkey, salvaged some lettuce and tomato, had dinner while the others at the table observed with amusement that a big girl like me didn't attack the cookies and chips.
I arrived *just* on time at 9 this morning so as to miss their idea of breakfast which was to be served at 8. Sure enough breakfast consisted of bagels, sweet rolls, muffins... they did provide fruit salad, but I have no idea of the dressing. I passed and muttered I couldn't have anything there. My colleague gave me a look like I was from Mars.
I thought about turning and asking her to take me to her leader. Instead I slipped into my seat here to set up my laptop for the day's activities.
I'm going to step out at lunchtime and go hunt down some real food. They don't like it they can kiss my grits. And tomorrow I'm packing goodies.
It's no wonder our nation is suffering from malnutrition and obesity. And this is a seminar for public educators!
Just sounding off, and it's sort of a piggyback on the thread about admitting to others I'm on Atkins. I didn't offer any explanations. They are welcome to think I'm from Mars.



It should - it must happen. A place for the boiled eggs, the celery sticks, and the red pepper (one of those small chill bags) and the cheese strings, perhaps a few pepperoni pieces and on OWL a few nuts. Never leave your house without it. For me just knowing I have something legal to eat, stops me from eating. Does not make you less from Mars - but I think we are thin on Mars 




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