Quality (Street) Time

So, the waist line is expanding again. The goose has been eaten, the roasties polished off. The left-overs have been stir-fried with extra Brazil nuts, ginger and onion. The corporate tins of biscuits are there on the side, just waiting for little fingers to unwrap the shiny foil and nibble away.

I am full; stuffed to the gills. I can feel my stomach straining against the volume of sugar laden food I have forced into it these past two days. It is truly a sin to indulge so much when there is so much poverty in the world.

I saw a documentary a few years back. There was this new Christian Slimming Fad in America (where else). The catchphrase went something like:

Lose Weight! Eat What Jesus Ate!

Now, I'm not a Christian, so I can't pretend to fuel myself with religious zeal about my eating habits. I'm sure it works for some people, but not for me. (Actually, I'm not sure what does work for me, but religious fanaticism isn't it.)

What interested me about this diet is that (at face value) it really might work. The idea, of course is that you eschew any processed food and only eat natural, basic foods that were available 2000 years ago (in Jerusalem I assume). Consequently the only sugars you can consume are natural ones like honey and fruit. Meat is OK, as is fish, cheese and eggs. Grains, like wheat and corn are good. Bread is OK without added preservatives and salt. Fruit and veg are good so long as they are fresh. Hamburgers and pizza are out.

I'm guessing that half a tin of Quality Street is not OK either.

On the down side, I'm sure some of those Tax Collectors and Roman Emperors are portrayed as a little overweight. Didn't the Romans have Vomitaria for throwing up in? If I eat any more, I might need one too.