According to Mashable, I don’t exist. Apparently, the word “foodie” died with Rachel’s haircut in Friends. And, if their new-fangled terms are to be believed, I now fall into the “Roadeater” category of food lover – a term which, as some astute Twitter follower pointed out, makes it sound more like I eat roadkill than enjoy tasting the local food on my travels.
So screw it. I’m a foodie. And I don’t care what Mashable or anyone else says about it. (Including chefs, by the way, who seem to hate the term and all who go under it.) Only the thing about foodies is that everyone expects you to be the size of a bus. I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard things like:
“How do you eat out in all those restaurants all the time and still stay your size?”
Let’s just be clear here, readers. I’d still qualify as a plus-size model (if, you know, I was younger and prettier). I’m no ripped-up gym monkey, and I’ll never have what the mainstream media describes as a “beach body”. (Although I much prefer Hadley Freeman’s version, which goes something like: “Do you have a body? Are you going to the beach? Congratulations – you now have a beach body!”) I do, however, have a healthy BMI and no one has ever mistaken me for being pregnant. Given my job, I’ll take that as a win. (Actually, I’ll take part of that back: I once posted a photo of myself in front of a huge feast of food and wine in the Loire Valley in France with a caption about how I was pregnant with twin food babies. Unfortunately, several of my friends plus my own mother believed that I was actually pregnant with an actual baby. Still, crashing on…)
It was my boyfriend who suggested I write this post, and I must say I feel a little odd about it from a feminist perspective. Just for the record: when I write this, I’m not trying to fat-shame, skinny-shame or fit-shame. I honestly don’t care if you eat a lot or not, if you put on weight or lose it – I’m notorious for not noticing when my friends are pregnant/dieting/sick/wearing a bag on their heads. I’m writing this because people have asked how it’s possible to combine a lifestyle of eating and drinking with retaining some semblance of health and well-being. This isn’t diet advice (I don’t do diets) and it isn’t rocket science – it’s based on nothing more than my own experience, which essentially comes down to common sense. But still, here goes…