I’m a bigger than average guy. I take lifting and nutrition seriously. I generally am not one to start conversations about nutrition, but if the topic comes up I’m going to express my opinions, and try to share some of what I’ve learned since I had made the decision to be pursue better health and fitness several years ago.
So among those in my circle, to include my coworkers, my methods are well known. They often see me eat a couple pounds of lean meat within a single shift, and snack on nuts or have a protein shake. Shitty food is always around and they are always looking for ways to bring in more of it. I don’t eat it, just no interest.
Today the shitty meal of the day is a lunch catered by a local Italian restaurant. Nothing I’ll eat, but I brought my own food, so no big deal. But despite knowing my eating preferences (which I never force on them), jokes ensue about how many pounds of lasagna I’ll eat, and if anyone else will get any.
They were all good guesses, but the answer is none. I don’t care about the joking, I do eat a lot. However after not partaking in the shared trough of slimy pasta the attempted shaming begins. Good luck trying to make me feel bad about eating well! And consider the source: mostly women who may have been on six different “diets” in as many months (not really saying women are worse in this all too common nutritional shaming protocol, I just don’t work with many men).
I think what I take from this is there’s a tipping point where peer pressure stops being pressure to conform, but pressure to stay your course. My four chicken breasts taste especially good today.