Americans love to eat. They are fatally attracted to the slow death of fast food. Hot dogs, corn dogs, triple bacon cheeseburgers, deep-fried butter dipped in pork fat and cheesewhiz, mayonnaise-soaked barbecue, mozzarella patty melts. America will eat anything. Anything. Anything.
George Carlin
We are not far behind. I have no studies to back this assertion. But I don’t think I am too far off base when I argue Indians travel primarily to snack and eat in between or while starring at tourist attractions. The conveyor belt of food and drinks is incessant. A family of four can’t watch a sunrise in the morning without a giant plastic bag full of snacks. This is not an imagined scenario. I counted eight cars in an obscure corner of a small island. And the litter that follows is heart breaking. We don’t clean up after ourselves. Things are not very different when we are back home.
We don’t stop sipping, munching, nibbling or swallowing on some snack or beverage between intense conversations about how bad palm oil is or the need for food warning labels like Singapore.
What strikes me about this behaviour is how widespread it is. It unites us. Along with how there is a serious lack of self awareness between the things we say we value and our actual actions.
Takeaway
Before labels, logging, protein intake, vegetable intake, probiotics, prebiotics or anything else, an absolutely simple question: do you really need to be eating now?
