More often than not, I feel like the odd man out in our blogging community.
That’s not to say being an odd man is a bad thing, although being a man might be when you consider the fact I’m rocking lady parts. Plus, the Hubby might take issue with my sudden gender re-assignment.
Here’s the thing, one of the reasons I got into blogging, other than to have a justification for my sudden fascination with selfies, was to find people who felt the same way I did about food. That is to say, obsessed.
While I adore the Hubby and would cartwheel to the moon and back for him, he likes sports (ewww) and his feedback on my cooking ranges from good, to great, to needs salt. That last one is a running joke because I happen to have a thing for salt. I also have a thing for sweets, for veggies, for cheese, for fruit. You get the idea, which is why I wanted to find people who felt the same. Enter the Healthy Living Blog community.
I’ve met extraordinary people, who feel just as strongly and passionately about what they put in their mouth as me. We just so happen to have a different take on the finer details: the actual food.
Side Note: This post is not anti-HLB or pro-me, although I’m always pro-me. I think you should be pro-you too. Everybody is different and should tackle their food in a way which works for them. I certainly have. I dig my edible choices, although I have noticed my approach is a bit unusual in our group.
Ways I’m Not Your Typical Healthy Living Blogger
- Italian food is a beautiful thing. I could eat bowls of pasta and fabulous pizzas on a daily basis. I don’t, but I do eat them regularly, and it’s usually my own homemade concoction.
- My cheese adoration and actual consumption is atypical, which is why I think I’m now known as the Cheese Girl in the HLB community, a title I happily accept.
- I eat butter, and I don’t mean coconut butter. Baked good just aren’t complete without butter. I cook with it when I’m not using olive oil and it just so happens to be my favorite pancake topping, alongside a pretty pool of pure maple syrup.
- I like bread with my butter. Not low-carb or high protein or gluten-free bread. Just bread, sometimes white, sometimes whole grain, but always delicious. I did some homework on gluten (i.e. listened to a podcast). It’s an allergen the same way cigarette smoke or pet dander are allergens. Some people are sensitive to them and some people have three cats. I think we know which group I fall into.
- Which leads me to my next topic. I don’t have any allergies or weird reactions to food, unless you count alcohol, and I just overlook the hives. It’s cool.
- I don’t have any digestive issues either. I often say I have a stomach of steel which is really an exaggerated translation for being Regular, with a capital R. Suffice to say, my digestive system is a well oiled machine; probably due to the butter.
- Eating mass quantities of veggies doesn’t make me look nine months pregnant, although eating in general will give me a bit of paunch until the food is broken down and processed. It’s normal. C’mon, have you ever seen a snake eat? Talk about having your food show. That’s practically indecent.
- I like dressing on my salads; always. Real dressing too, not some kind of low-fat or salsa/mustard/hummus substitute. I do keep it simple though, with a mix of olive oil and a fancy vinegar. If I’m feeling extra ambitious, I’ll happily make a more potent concoction.
- I’ve never eaten Oats in a Jar. I haven’t eaten oatmeal itself in years, although granola and I are besties.
- I don’t mess around with Protein Powders. To be frank, I don’t get the obsession since protein deficiency isn’t really a thing, although there are certainly plenty of people lacking key vitamins and nutrients.
- I’ve never eaten a Quest bar, and I have no desire to start. I also think people’s pictures of them look like a rectangular pile of poop; baked in the oven or not.
- I eat the entire egg, yolk and all. In fact, it’s my favorite part.
- PB2, powdered peanut butter with the fat sucked out, makes me sad for real peanut butter. I get the concept, I understand the flavoring; it still makes me sad.
- I like fitspiration. Or at least some of it. It gets me all jacked up so I can take over the world, or at the very least, a workout.
- I don’t know how many calories are in anything I eat, and I could care less about macros. I do know what ingredients are in the food I consume, and that’s all that matters to me.
- I’d take sugar over stevia.
- I’d drink a regular soda over diet because I’d rather have calories than chemicals.
- I’d get my food from the local farms versus a Trader Joes or Whole Foods any day of the week, and twice on Tuesday.
The point is I feel like a bit of a rarity in our little food community, a diamond in the rough one might say, although if I’m being honest and taking into consideration my potty mouth and level of humor, I’m probably more in line with the rough.
I suppose I could pack my veggies and go, and while I may search out greener pesticide free pastures, I could never leave our little community either. I’ve met, or talked to multiple times a week which is almost the same thing, a ton of great people, and while our food choices are certainly and sometimes glaringly (to me anyway) different, there is one constant and common theme, and that is our love of food.
Eat on, my friends.
Today’s post is also being shared with Amanda’s Thinking Out Loud, because that was a whole lot of thoughts, out loud. Now I want to hear some of yours.
What are the ways you feel atypical in the HLB community? What are the ways you feel completely at home?