Today, I turned into a person I normally despise. How did I do this? I ate a salad on the train. The subject of eating on public transport is a divisive one. Some believe that anyone consuming food while travelling should be thrown out of said moving vehicle, others work on the smell factor – if it rates less than say, four, on an odour scale it’s acceptable. My personal no-one is anything I can hear people chewing – that means (in no particular order) apples, gum – and salads. And today I became a locomotive lettuce muncher.
But I had no choice – the only time I was going to get to eat today was on my half hour train journey between A-B – and the only DNA Diet friendly thing at the station was a salad, so I had to do it. The salad itself was this one from the Camden Food Company. I have no idea what it was called as, at the time, I wasn’t planning on writing about it so I didn’t pay attention (and it’s not labelled and my receipt gives nothing away – it’s the most mysterious salad EVER) – I’d chosen it because it seemed to score low on the calories – about 376 – plus, it looked pretty close to the proportions of food on my allowable food list. Tastewise, I was pleasantly surprised and it took me a good 10 minutes to much my way (as quietly as possible) through it.
If you’re stuck at a station, I wouldn’t say it was a bad choice – particularly as directly opposite it is the pasty stand that was the scene of my last diet downfall – although it’s now about 90 minutes later and I am still peckish so I think maybe it needs some more protein with it. Sadly, our cupboard is devoid of, pretty much anything, so I’m just going to have to stay that way.