Hypocrisy

Because I am human, I am capable of great hypocrisy*.   Since T’s diagnosis, I have been reading a lot, and have started to look at food in a different way.

In the past, whilst  being aware that I need to lose weight, and trying to do so in a half-interested way, I have joyfully eaten my way through sweets, cakes, pizzas, pies, and oh my god, the carbs. Ah, once in a while won’t hurt. I’ll be better tomorrow – it’s kickstarting my metabolism in preparation. 

The publicity about the risks of obesity didn’t apply to me, or to mine.  As with all unpleasant things, they would happen to other people. Others who were stupid about it.  There was always time.  And now that it’s all horribly important and real, and happening to my family, I feel differently about it.

When we went to the cinema, it was as though the entire place was saturated with sugar. Fizzy drinks, chocolate, sweets, ice cream, sweet popcorn. People walk to the counter to pay through the nose for food and drink that is so bad for you it is practically toxic – and that was us a few short weeks ago.

I personally have no more need than anyone else to behave myself gastronomically speaking, other than to prevent what has happened to T from happening to me.  But now that I think about it, I see things differently.  And I judge – I can’t help it. Like I said, I’m human.

* (Though not of spelling the word – hypocrisy brought to you by Microsoft Word Spell-check.)