Up until two weeks ago, I ate mostly peanut butter sandwiches, Doritos, Reeces cups, and Diet Coke. My DNA strands were comprised of sugar and caffeine, held tenuously together by delicate strands of aspartame.
Woefully, the time has come to stop treating my body like a trash can. So I’ve cut back on sugar and processed foods.
Considering this total about-face, I’ve been surprisingly un-murderous.
I daresay saintly.
As of this posting, I have received neither medal nor monument.
My new diet looks like this:
When this thing inevitably flies off the rails, I am going to get ridiculous on something chocolate and melty.
What’s your guilty pleasure food? I need performers for my Circus of Terrible Ideas.
Have you ever tried doing a Google search for “sugar addiction”?
The web results are articles. They’re tips for overcoming yours. Some of them even seem to have some science worked in.
The image results are white girls being silly.
Oh, ladies! You and your periods and your chocolate!
The huge disparity between the literature on the subject (holy shit, we’re all fat) and the way it’s visually conveyed (ha! girls like cookies!) is painful.
I’m not thrilled with the phrase “obesity epidemic” (it’s catching?!) — but I can look around and see that we’re all getting a little tubby. (I just spent a week eating my way across Brooklyn and Manhattan. Oops.)
And by “we,” I don’t just mean white women like myself or the people in these photos. (I’m not sure if they’re all passably white; but they’re close enough in skin tone to pass.)
I mean the everybody. The truth is that minorities have higher percentages of obesity than whites, but are hardly depicted in the imagery at all. They’re marginalized (as usual).
This is not a post about how awful obesity is for you. In fact, a little extra baggage is not a death knell. (Note: again, the image in that article was a white female).
I’m just pointing out that nutrition is important for everybody, and the imagery should reflect that.
Let’s go, society. Get on it.