Steaks and Salads

TODAY I vowed to abstain from steaks and other poisonous (though delicious) samples of junk food. My reason for this sudden and surprising change is due not to self-consciousness and an overwhelming desire to be as skinny as a twig: nay, I simply wish to evade and significantly reduce the risk of having severe health issues in the future.

I made this decision after seeing my uncle Safwan after a while: he is younger than me by a month, though way taller. Recently, he decided to go on a diet- or rather, a fitness regime, as he likes to call it. Safwan was once one of those people who’d have third, sometimes fourth, helpings of food for dinner. Now, he only eats peanuts, salads and fruit. At first, I was appalled. 

We went ice-skating today, and Safwan came along. After skating for twenty minutes or so, we stopped at Tesco, in order to purchase a few drinks and snacks for the journey home. While the rest of us indulged in Oreos, Galaxy bars and Lucozade, Safwan bought water. A teenager going to Tesco to purchase water. I laughed at him, and (waving my chocolate bar tauntingly in his face) asked whether he’d like a salad with that. 

Later on, we had lunch at a grill restaurant. I enjoyed buffalo wings and steak chips, and even assisted my cousins in finishing their meals. Meanwhile, Safwan ate one piece of grilled chicken with an abundance of salad. Suddenly, I realised that, however delicious junk food may be, our bodies are temples, and deserve nutritious foods. It was after that highly-fulfilling meal that I became determined to eat healthy, and perhaps engage in some strenuous physical activity every once in a while. 

To test my own commitment, during dinner with my father and his friend, I ordered a Greek salad and mango smoothie. This was the ultimate test for me; I am usually a girl who’d favour steaks over anything, and my father had taken us to a steak-house of all places. I forced the salad down my throat at first, but later began to enjoy it, at least relatively. I resisted the urge to eat anything detrimental, but then gave in to the temptation of steak chips, but only a few. 

Right now, I feel absolutely great; I wonder whether this feeling will last.

© Sadia Ahmed 2015

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