Craving The Unhealthy

It’s all starting in one day – I’ve found my old word documents on my old hard drive, when I’d aspired to creating a blog. Quick copy and paste action later brings me to create this new found love of writing incoherent arguments to the semi-masses back. And we’ll start again with something current to me. And that is the problem of obesity in the United Kingdom and what leading effects that it’s had on me over the last year.
Ha ha ha, yeah yeah, – I’m on a diet. F*****g great. I can’t wait to stop eating things that are too good to be true, but hell – it’s the way to create the ‘perfect, healthier inner self’ at the end of the day isn’t it? I’ve done it before and it worked really well – but after slipping off the boat into a world of Greggs like the more eloquent fast food user, and the more economic sources of carbohydrates that our nation has grown to love.

12 month and 2 stone later, it’s become apparent to me that I’ve had to do something about it. To stop me becoming a shamed number amongst this fat and unhealthy place that I’ve made myself call home.

The whole calorie-counting business for example! It’s a system that’s flawed for being far too anal in every way. It encourages fat people to mince around with a headful of confusing numbers, perpetually totting up their score like a failing bookmaker carrying out an internal audit.

It's the same with alcohol and units. Literally no one understands the units system. And no doubt – never will.
Actually, why not just ban food? Step one: make owning a kitchen illegal. Step two: replace all supermarkets into some kind of roaming vehicle that dispenses our meals 3 times a day in the form of pellets or some kind of snack that keeps us on our toes. With this government and its ways of being caught up in things, I wouldn’t be surprised that rationing doesn’t come about because fat people are starting to scare number 10.

Anyway, Chicane's been helping me along on this post, this being one of my favourites, enjoy :)