There's a reason the word diet is the way it is, and why it means what it does. I don't know if anyone has, like I, come to the simple conclusion that it really is a combination of two concepts. The first three letters of the said word spell out "die," simply because going on one almost feels like dying. But that's not all; the "t" in the end stands for "thin", so in effect, a "diet" is a dying desire to be thin. Well, either it's a "t" for thin or it's how you want to look like after your diet, that is with you're arms stretched out. But any way you look at it, it makes sense.
Going on diets means making huge sacrifices, sacrifices which necessarily entails the voluntary desistance from life's essentials and imperatives for sustenance and survival otherwise called food. Yes, going on diets necessarily sucks. But yet, we love engaging in them as if our will power was so strong that it could resist the sweetest mousse or the darkest chocolate or the juiciest slab of grilled pork.
Wow, the image of those above-mentioned items wants to make me punch my fist into the monitor.
Meanwhile, those who are strong enough to resist from the life process we call eating have to endure that freaking hunger that has to come with the diet. Whoever said diets are fun hasn't gone through it. Going on a diet is the strangest way and possibly cruelest way to punish one's self.
Some people really need to go on diets, for health concerns of course. I mean a deep, contemplative, anti-superficial person like me would like to think that health reasons would be a person's primary concern for trying to be fit. Still there are those who simply suffer from BDD, or are actually very fat depending on whose perspective it is you take.
I have said absolutely nothing because I intend not to.
Going on diets means making huge sacrifices, sacrifices which necessarily entails the voluntary desistance from life's essentials and imperatives for sustenance and survival otherwise called food. Yes, going on diets necessarily sucks. But yet, we love engaging in them as if our will power was so strong that it could resist the sweetest mousse or the darkest chocolate or the juiciest slab of grilled pork.
Wow, the image of those above-mentioned items wants to make me punch my fist into the monitor.
Meanwhile, those who are strong enough to resist from the life process we call eating have to endure that freaking hunger that has to come with the diet. Whoever said diets are fun hasn't gone through it. Going on a diet is the strangest way and possibly cruelest way to punish one's self.
Some people really need to go on diets, for health concerns of course. I mean a deep, contemplative, anti-superficial person like me would like to think that health reasons would be a person's primary concern for trying to be fit. Still there are those who simply suffer from BDD, or are actually very fat depending on whose perspective it is you take.
I have said absolutely nothing because I intend not to.
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