There was another show on TV this evening about dieting, and dietary fads. If you go into any newsagent you'll see shelf after shelf of women's magazines all touting the latest garaunteed diet. "I lost 14 stone in six months" is the proclamation of a still-elephantine harpy plastered across the front cover in large yellow letters. And for as far as I can remember, this has always been the case.
To be honest, this is all a little puzzling to me. Women (and men) put themselves through ridiculous regimes, like eating cabbage soup every day, or not eating carbs at all in order to lose weight. They buy books and magazines, collectively spending a fortune on recycled, repetitive (mis)information. The develop psycholgical diseases and conditions through sheer obsessivness over their weight.
Why do they do this? I don't fucking know. But I think they still, somehow, believe is that weight-loss is some sort of closely guarded secret, kept under wraps by the Illuminati, or the Majestic Twelve, or the Freemasons or skinny people in general.
Secrets and fads aside, there is a garaunteed, time honoured and experience proven way to shed the pounds (or to put them on, as is a nobler aim). It's simply to eat less shit and do a bit of excercise.
The thing is, they all know it, but none want to hear it. They'd much rather eat as much sugar as they can crush into their faces, make pathetic excuses for themselves and wait and hope for a miracle cure, all the while sinking ever into self-loathing at their disgusting adiposity.