Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sometimes I really embarass myself.
Okay, maybe more than sometimes. I wish I had a rewind button in which I could go back to a conversation and omit everything I said. I have a difficult time not saying what's on my mind. I have an even harder time not thinking that I do everything exactly the way it should be done (thanks a lot for that genetic trait Dad).
It is hard for me to not preach healthy eating to my friends and family. If I could say and do whatever I wanted I would be a fire and brimstone paleovangelist. "Eat that donut and you will die!" "Your pancreas is receiving irreversible damage from that candy bar!"
I go back and forth on whether or not I think I should hold my tongue. On one hand, I am helping my family and friends and their health; on the other hand, I am annoying them by telling them something they don't want to hear yet. Then, I end up embarassing myself, thinking later on that I shouldn't have pushed the issue so much or I should live and let live. I know I should wait until they are ready and they come to me asking for help, but the interim is difficult.
This is a moral issue of the utmost importance: do we allow our loved ones to continue in their "heathen" ways or do we go out as warriors of grok and paleovangelize them and let them see the light?