You're Drinking Black Coffee?!?!?
Our intern is a good kid. He is bright, young, athletic, fairly health conscious and pursuing a possible military career in addition to his college education.
I'm at the coffee station and he's loading up his coffee with sugar free creamer. I'm pouring my second cup of coffee for the day, black.
He says, "You're drinking black coffee?!?! You should put some of this in there," he says pointing to his container of creamer.
I said, "Nope, it's loaded with bad stuff...not doing it."
"But it has no calories," he explains.
"Uh, yeah it does!" I answered, watching him scramble to read the label. "Okay," he grants me, "there are like 30 calories in a serving."
"Which is how much...what, a teaspoon?"
"Why are you worried about 30 calories? You're fit," he says.
Huh? Me? Fit?
It is absolutely absurd for me to think of myself in those terms. Though if I math it out, I realize that if I've been biking like I have been and counting calories that at some point, fitness should happen, right?
We talked briefly about how it's really more like 100 calories per cup of coffee if I drank it the way I used to (cream and sugar), and I'd have two cups a day, which was 200 calories. Multiply that by seven days a week. 1400 calories worth of coffee. And it's not just coffee...it's uncounted olives on a salad, handfulls of nuts, uncharted cocktails. Thousands of extra calories - and no exercise as a buffer - adding up over time.
"You don't know this because you've only been here for a month, but I used to weigh a lot more than I do now," I confessed, "so this is not about me being all calorie obsessed. This is still kinda new and I pick my splurges carefully."
"Actually, your online photo for Outlook? You..." I could tell he'd just waded into uncomfortable waters.
"Were a lot fatter in that picture?" I offered, laughing.
"I didn't say that!" he said, laughing, too.
"It's okay, I'm really happy now," I said. "And I need to get that damn photo retaken."
"Yeah, you do."
Fit. Me. Wow.