Active Life with Fruit Bowl

How Adam decided to get around his non-point friendly office snacks

By Adam Kraemer

Among the things I liked about the previous company I worked for was that they would get weekly deliveries of fruit and put them in bowls all over the office. In fact, I think my weight loss would have been seriously hindered if the fruit hadn’t been there as a 0-SmartPoints® option in lieu of the vending machines. (In comparison, one of the things I didn’t like about my previous company was how they closed a year ago and all of us wound up suddenly unemployed.)

I know I wrote a column about my new place — how they have free cereal in the kitchen. At first, this seemed like a great deal. Except that cereal is not low in SmartPoints values. Very not low. A quarter-cup of Rice Krispies cereal has a value of 4. Do you know how much a quarter-cup is? Neither do I, but four of them make up a cup.

Seriously, I felt like I was carb-loading every time I got a snack. And, despite how much I might sigh facetiously every time I have to stand up from my desk, the walk to the kitchen isn’t quite 26.2 miles. Nor does it require running, biking, and swimming. In fact, they frown on swimming anywhere in the office. It’s best if you don’t ask how I discovered this.

So what’s a growing boy to do? I have no idea because I stopped growing in the 9th grade. But I know what I did. It was a very complicated maneuver in which I went to the store and bought a bunch of fruit.

Actually, the complicated part was getting a bowl from the office kitchen. They were on a somewhat high shelf. And yet, I persevered (see photo).

The thing is, I really like fruit. It actually took Weight Watchers, back in the day, to remind me of that. As a former columnist for a now-defunct website, three months after I started the plan, I wrote this:

I’d forgotten how much I like fruit. Blueberries, bananas, strawberries, pineapple, watermelon, apples, raspberries.... Oh, you already know what fruit is? Sometimes I forget I’m writing for people with eyes. I am a little saddened that I don’t like cantaloupe or honeydew; it limits my ability to buy fruit salad. But overall, I’ve replaced the occasional pack of granola bars or candy bars with a piece of fruit or sometimes a fruit-flavored yogurt.

I admit it; candy tastes better. I love me a good Twix. But — again, no-brainer — fruit is better for you than candy. I’m talking the whole fruits, by the way. If you’re just drinking the juice, you’re getting the calories without the fiber. Smarter people than I can tell you why that means something.

Point is, I still like fruit. And now I have a lot of it. Tangerines and apples and plums and bananas and clementines (which, appropriately, come in boxes without topses — as in the song, sort of). And when I run out — you guessed it — I buy more fruit.

Now, some might call me a hero. Others might question my sanity. Yet more might seek to fashion throw pillows with my face embroidered on them in celebration of my achievement. I say, let them do all those things. I’m gonna grab an apple.

Talk to you soon.

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