Making it Count
I am the first to admit that I do not have the best relationship with food. This is nothing new as I have struggled with my weight and my eating since I was a kid. I list them separately because they really are two distinct issues.
I am a picky eater. I don’t know why. Nor do I know how to rectify it. Part of it is due to taste. Part of it is due to texture. (Sensory issues for $1,000, Alex?)
And before I even get started, I am genetically predisposed to being on the zaftig-side. No, I can’t even blame my skinny parents because this apparently skips a generation.
Now, thanks to a bit of legislation passed earlier this year with the intent to help Americans make healthier choices, restaurants must list caloric content right on the menu.
Just in case I had any misconceptions that the burger I was eating was actually healthy…
I know, I know. This information is really meant to help the consumer. But my goodness, it sure takes away all the fun.