I've gotten judgemental in my old age. It seems that watching what I can eat for the purposes of actually being able to do vigorous physical activity and also to not always feel like shite has made me similarly obsessed with what everyone else is eating.

This is not helpful, largely because it's very tiring to stay on a high horse for very long.

This afternoon I was in need of some comfort food so I went to Bistro Burger for a luxurious BBQ Veggie burger with delectable onion rings. As I sat at my table licking the BBQ sauce off of my fingers in between bites I started looking at what the people around me were eating. "I can't believe that woman is eating a burger and french fries smothered in catsup," I thought. "I don't usually put catsup on
my french fries. Catsup is nothing but pure sugar," I continued, as I dipped an onion ring in a pool of BBQ sauce.

Moral: Stay off of the high horse, especially when there's BBQ sauce on your pants.