The prompt is “diet” and the picture is some of Chomsky’s kibble, because I’ve long wished for a simple, easy way to get my nutritional needs met without… y’know… working at it. I find cooking makes me eat while cooking and more of what I’ve prepared. Also, dishes, effort, grocery shopping etc. Futurama once called it Bachelor Chow, but imagine if you could rule out having to be your own nutritionist, if you didn’t have to have (or use) willpower to keep your weight in an ideal range. Just, three or five times a day, a set amount of proscribed nutrition dropped out of the ceiling.
I’m a foodie, through and through. And not just the gourmet kind. I grok the appeal of roadside carbs and meat drizzled in reduced meat. But I’m also overweight, because I grok the appeal. (I believe in and have used simple calorie math to lose weight, so yes, I believe eating shitty food makes you fat, among other things) To be able to outsource all food decisions? Yeah, there’s definitely some appeal.
But that surrendering of agency obviously detracts from the accomplishment of a slimmer waistline or a healthier body, which beggars the question – are you doing it to be healthy, or are you doing it as a largely (pun) public feat of willpower strength? We don’t commend people for being a normal size, but we applaud people who get down to a normal size – obviously normalcy is not what is important. It’s the demonstrated ability to change that is valued.
Only, that’s not true either – think about when politicians change their mind. It doesn’t matter if they were 100% wrong to begin with, and 100% right afterwards, the act of changing your mind in politics is considered a weakness, a trauma to your character that loses voters and allies. Sure, there are more than a few politicos that have survived wising up on certain issues, but it has also cost people presidencies.
That’s weird. We’re a weird people.
