Why does it have to be all about obesity?
I eat real food and read far too many books. And then sometimes I write about it.
...can we have some more of these?
I just got hooked on the blog Exuberant Animal, and spent about an hour compulsively reading posts, because I couldn't stop. That blog is the blog I wanted to write, but I wasn't good enough. It's the blog that my hypothetical self-who-has-her-shit-together would write.
And now I'm simultaneously incredibly inspired and incredibly frustrated.
So I went canoeing. On Lake Superior. 11 lonely days far, far away from my oven and slow-cooker and beloved jar of coconut oil. We were not allowed to bring any glass containers or aluminum cans, due to the regulations of the park we were camping in, so there was no jarred/canned food. And I actually stayed mostly Paleo in the process (by my own relatively relaxed standards of "Paleo"). Here's what I ate:
I went to see The Great Gatsby today - a movie where the characters spend a lot of time in typical social eating environments, but rarely actually consume any food. They go to parties (and drink); they go to bars and clubs (and drink), but I don't recall them eating much at all.
Nick is the exception, but his food (the cupcakes for tea with Gatsby and Daisy) is a sign of exactly how maladapted to this particular world he is. It's played as funny: the "innocent outsider" character trying to participate in a culture that's ultimately beyond him. The other characters don't seem to eat at all; even when Nick comes to lunch at the end, all they seem to have is booze and cigarettes.
I've read the book a couple times but can't remember if the same is true in the actual novel, or if it's just the movie. But either way, I like it as an aspect of the story, as an outer sign of how emotionally and psychologically malnourished everyone in the novel seems to be. It reminds me a lot of The Sun Also Rises and the desperate expats drinking absinthe for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.