Photo: Hamburger Hamlet, Sherman Oaks CA
Feeling deprived that you can’t have the exact kind of food you desire in the exact quantity and at the exact moment you crave it?
Poor baby! Here’s a radical thought:
How about feeling deprived of the strength you need to rescue yourself or your children from a sinking automobile, a house fire or a violent attacker? How about feeling deprived because you can’t run two blocks to save your life, can’t find flattering clothes, don’t get the respect or opportunities from others you feel should rightfully receive? How about feeling deprived about your lack of stamina between the sheets? Nobody seems to express angst or deprivation about any of that stuff!
How about feeling deprived instead that you don’t enjoy the exact level of health, the range of mobility, or the beautiful body hidden underneath all that fat and unchallenged muscle awaiting your getting off your ass to do something about it?
Yeah, sure, go right ahead and keep making FOOD a top priority, along with everything else people choose to medicate with: cigarets, drugs and booze, for starters.
I have no investment in what others choose to do. Keep right on volunteering for diminished capacity, premature aging and physical degradation, day after day, year after year. But please, just stop whining about it.
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