Timeless Thoughts: I swear I’m not eating healthier. I’m just trying to please my parents.

This post is a part of Timeless Thoughts, a monthly link-up hosted by Georgie and Tara where bloggers share something they’ve missed from their past. OK. OK. That’s basically my entire blog, but I’m doing this anyway. Sue me.

Chinese takeout. It’s the two words every health nut run away screaming from. There’s just no way of trying to be healthy when walking into a Chinese takeout restaurant. When you’re going in, you know you’re committing multiple sins, gaining twenty pounds and possibly sacrificing your future child.

There was a time not so long ago where I would have absolutely no remorse going to a Chinese takeout place. I always get the same thing: sesame chicken, roast pork fried rice and two egg rolls. Extremely decadent, full of calories but it was a guilty pleasure I didn’t feel so guilty about. I know. I know. You’re hungry and you’re going to blame me for calling for Chinese takeout and basically ruining your life. You’re welcome.

I have always had certain health issues and, for the longest time, I didn’t take care of myself in terms of diet. You don’t want to know the number of nights I ate take out and never looked back. Heck, even when I started to take care of my health issues, I still ate takeout like there was no tomorrow. I like to both thank and blame my father for this sudden change. He happens to be a cook at a Chinese takeout place. I know. What a coincidence. It’s also horrible.

There was a time in my life back when I was eating sesame chicken on a regular basis where we would have the same old conversation over and over. It went something more or less like this:

“Ah-yah, Kenny. You need to stop eating sesame chicken. It’s so sweet.”

“But I like it.”

“The sauce has too much sugar. It’s bad for your health.”

“Ugh.” -sighs-

I did eventually stop because it just wasn’t worth it to have my father look at my in disgust every time he would see an empty takeout container in my trash and shame his head in disappointment. . Of course, my father does work at a Chinese takeout place, so it’s difficult to avoid eating Chinese takeout all together. When I do have it, I usually get Beef and broccoli lo mein, which my father approves. Ugh. I’m such a good son. I know.

4 thoughts on “Timeless Thoughts: I swear I’m not eating healthier. I’m just trying to please my parents.

  1. My family didn’t really order Chinese take out because my mom would cook Chinese food at home, but Americanized Chinese food is kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. For me, it’s the sweet and sour chicken that I like to order. If I go to a take out place now, I’ll order a stir fry to be healthier.

    This reminds me of a documentary called The Search for General Tso, which is about General Tso’s Chicken. I really enjoyed watching it! It’s on Netflix if you haven’t seen it yet.

  2. American-Chinese food are a guilty pleasure of mine, too, like Cat mentioned. I’m quite fond of General Tso’s chicken . . . I just wished they were healthier T_T So yeah, I just try to balance things out by not eating takeaway too much, but I don’t always succeed XD; Trying to have healthy eating habits is hard!

  3. I hate Chinese food. I don’t know when or why… but I stopped liking it. It may have been around the time I became pescetarian – because I chose to stop eating meat because 1) half the time it tasted gross and 2) I was trying to be healthier. It probably tasted gross because I was hella sick of Chinese takeaway food and how unhealthy it was, and I just wanted to eat spinach all the time. But I remember days I would enjoy eating maybe a small portion of Chinese takeaway, but feel gross and horrible afterwards because I could taste the unhealthiness in my mouth. I have to admit I never really liked pork and it was probably because every time I had it, it was cooked with lots of oil or sauce.

    There are bad naughty foods that we all love but sometimes want to eat. It’s OK to eat it every now and then 🙂

  4. Americanize Chinese food is a guilty pleasure for me, and it sucks trying to please anyone but yourself. It’s okay to eat bad food every once and awhile, but not all the time. That’s why I cook my meals and try to include everything except vegetables. I hate ’em.

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