I have generally avoided the latest dieting technologies. Recent studies had found that people using large forks eat less. Dining in front of a mirror shames people into reducing their consumption by about a third. The color blue in the dining area seems to be an appetite suppressant. But this image — eating with an oversize implement, while staring at your own shrinking image, surrounded by a sea of bright blue — seems less like a dieting strategy than the outcome of ingesting hallucinogenic mushrooms, which are also low-carb.
It is easy to blame yourself for the scale your self assumes. My research, however, indicates that I am the victim of complex historical forces. The human genome was honed for hunter-gatherers — tireless, long-distance trackers of game, capable of storing energy in fat during long winters and frequent famine. Feed a hunter-gatherer 150 to 170 pounds of sugar a year and place him in front of a television set for 4.8 hours a day and you get the average American. A job hunched in front of a computer screen, I can attest, is also not particularly good preparation for the hunt. Vast civilizational trends have left many of us with 20 or 30 pounds of unsightly historical epiphenomenon.
As Karl Marx would remind us, even impersonal forces produce flesh-and-blood villains. The second-largest employer in America (following government) is the food service industry, packing calories, salt and fat into ever-larger servings, marketed to ever-larger children. Government adds to the buffet by subsidizing the growth of nutritionally empty grains such as corn, used to make sweeteners and to fatten the means of hamburger production.
Progressive city councils have begun taking on the culinary-political complex. San Francisco’s board of supervisors voted to ban McDonald’s Happy Meals with toys as the equivalent of cigarette advertising to children. “We’re part of a movement,” said Supervisor Eric Mar, “that is moving forward an agenda of food justice.” Denmark recently imposed the first “fat tax” on unhealthy foods.
For some, the time has come to fight The Man — the Good Humor Man. Not being a progressive, I find the desire to politicize every social problem to be problematic. Not being a libertarian, I could be persuaded of the usefulness of public efforts to discourage high levels of sugar and salt intake, which impose a private and public cost.
But what interests me most is my own growing censoriousness as I’ve shed a few pounds. I had not realized that diets, along with producing feelings of lightheadedness, also result in feelings of moral superiority. Having forsworn McDonald’s and Dairy Queen, I find myself pitying those poor souls still addicted to Big Macs and Blizzards. Judgmentalism comes unbidden — as strong as in San Francisco or Denmark. A Snickers bar now seems such a shoddy little sin — the nutritional equivalent of cigarettes and porn.
So a diet is also a lesson in moral philosophy. It is distressingly easy to condemn others for failings I shared a few months ago — and could share again with one ill-advised trip to the 7-Eleven. Perhaps it is for the best that most weight-control plans eventually fail. There is no pharisee like a pharisee on a diet.