A friend today told me about an article on Yahoo.com. It’s a regular blog done by a person calling herself “Hungry Girl”. Today’s installment was about how caloric certain fast food restaurants food really are, and why one should resist eating those things.
She reviews hamburgers and says things like:
You may as well have an actual steak if you’re going to consume this many calories!
You know that annoying ad campaign with the surgeon who thinks about bourbon all day long? Yeah, it’s funny, but the idea of a medical professional (actor or not) chowing down this monster burger makes us cringe a little.
Why would that make anybody cringe? Sometimes, a doctor may just want a burger.
If the thought of adding coffee syrup to a Wendy’s Frosty is enough to send you into a full-on swoon, brace yourself. And if your dreams are speckled with chocolate-covered toffee bits, prepare to pinch yourself. As good as this all sounds, it comes with a hefty price tag. This shake has more calories than the Triple Stack burger, which has three beef patties and three pieces of cheese. Fantasy OVER.
Does anybody REALLY think that an ice cream shake with added syrup and candy is going to be less than 100 calories? (Or 200, in the case of the book she wrote and is hawking on her blog?)
Being the glutton for punishment that I am, I went to a link for a different post she made, and read this (about making a sandwich out of low cal/low fat ingredients instead of full cal/full fat ingredients):
Now that meal will only cost you about 415 calories. MUCH BETTER!
In many places I’ve seen (and I’ve not really looked that deeply into her blog), I keep seeing the idea that eating “costs” a person.
Now, I know I’ve been off the diet cycle for a while, but I just have to wonder: If you are invested so much in how much every bite of your food “costs” you, how do you even have the ability to enjoy what you are allowing yourself to eat?
Eating is not just about fuel. If it was just about the fuel, we’d not have the taste buds like we do. If food was just supposed to be about keeping us alive, why are there so many varieties, which all taste different, and of which we generally need a mixed amount of to keep our bodies healthy and running?
It just doesn’t make sense.
I mean, if it truly was just about fuel, we could plug ourselves in at night to recharge. Or all of our “fuel” would grow in pellet form on pellet trees, and all of it would be uniform sizes, and each pellet would have all of the day’s requirement of vitamins, minerals, proteins, fat, carbohydrates, and calories.
You know, kind of like in that movie, Soylent Green. Oh, right, I forgot, those daily crackers weren’t grown that way…