At a restaurant, being picky is one of the things that I hated the most when I became a vegetarian, and remained the only thing I really hated about it other than how crappy it made me feel. I literally hated being picky more than the depression.
I just came across a pretty great Austin-based post about a gal that eats Paleo called “How to Eat Paleo out in Public“. She has an utterly unapologetic attitude about going to restaurants and making “special” orders for her dietary needs–
“You’re at a restaurant, YOU are putting the food into YOUR body, and most of the time, YOU are paying for it. Order what you want, how you want it. Get over trying to be ‘easy.’ Get what you want.”
Unapologetic about my self-realized health and spiritual matters, onward.
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