I learned a lot from observing my skinny cousins when my aunt bought a giant box of delicious Italian pastries. I fell into the trap of explaining “Oh, no really, I can’t. I’m watching my weight.”
Suicide in an Italian family. Everyone argued and protested that these were the BEST pastries and I shouldn’t deprive myself.
Meanwhile, my two cousins (90 pounds soaking wet) made a huge fuss over the pastries, oohing, and aahing and admiring. Then when no one was watching, they split one between them and even then barely finished it.
I’m finding it works a lot better to express your desires gently as food preferences, rather than to bring up your health reasons. So at a friend’s house, I’ll take a small portion of pot roast and say, oh your salad looks delicious…I’ll have some more of that please! When your plate is full, people rarely comment on your taking a small portion of the unhealthy stuff. If they do, I say, “OMG it’s delicious, but let me finish this first before I have seconds.” Then when it’s time for seconds, I say, “I’m stuffed but it was SO good.”
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