Identifying LCHF peeps through work is like shooting low-carb fish in a barrel: any time a person orders an unsweetened anything with heavy cream? I pounce, asking a few questions in the name of chitchat: the cream in your coffee, is it a flavor thing or a carb thing? If they answer with the latter, conversation ensues, we swap stories, I let them know about my blog should they be inclined to check it out, yadda yadda yadda. (Should they respond with the former, I usually just say "oh" and let the convo die a natural death.) This tactic works great with women, we tend to seek support of the similarly minded. Men, however, seem to believe that showing minute interest must mean I want them. Seck-sually. There was this one particular guy who asked for coffee with heavy cream and I asked the flavor v. carb question. He said he's LCHF, and I asked if he cooks. He does. I told him about my blog, and he looked first skeptical, then smug. Yeah zip up there sparky. I asked about carbs, not your dick. And you're not that hot.
I'm just looking to meet new peeps. LCHF is a big part of my life and not having to explain myself to people would be cool.
"Ew, how can you eat that?" Um, it's delicious?
"Do you know how many calories are in that??" Yep. Thousands.
"Yeah well I KNOW because I was reading online that..." Please stop talking. Please.
"Oh come on, one cookie won't hurt!" Seriously, fuck off.
"How long are you going to be on this crazy diet?" Ummm... forever? It's a lifestyle, dumbass.
Okay, rant over.
Class dismissed.
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