Solving the obesity crisis is simple: Make the fatsos eat less. I can do it, so they can, too. Lazy is all they are, sitting on their large backsides all day, stuffing their faces with crisps and bickies. If they had any willpower, they’d have no problem. If they want to keep eating all that junk, they’ll have to exercise. They’d better start training for marathons or something. But instead, they make up all sorts of excuses for their weight gain and blame the food industry for it.
A calorie is a calorie is a calorie, after all.
I made the mistake of reading the comments on an article about obesity today. I’ve rephrased the most commonly made arguments above. If I had had a pound for every time I read “a calorie is a calorie”, I would have made a mint. It’s stupid. It’s not even an argument. All anyone proves by saying it is that they haven’t got a clue about nutrition.
This isn’t really a poem, I know. But it’s almost pumpkin time and if I don’t have a post up before midnight, bad things will happen. So you get the idea, but I’ve not had time to play around with words and make it look like it’s poetry…