S***ty input implies s***ty output (apologies for the
language). Everything follows the same
law of life. And the same applies to
food.
Think about it: we are born small in size, a couple of
decimetres tall and say 3kg in weight.
All activities carried out in our first few years of life (apart from
the ridiculously loud noise that comes out from a small mouth as that of a
baby/child) is eat and drink… and all that goes with it – or after it! (apologies
again). And we grow. And grow. 29kgs (– that was my weight when I started
secondary school); 50kg (– that is roughly my weight now); 100kg (where does it
stop?) However, nothing comes from
nothing. So, as much disturbing as it
may sound, what we eat is what we are.
Healthy eating would arguably lead to possessing a healthy body… but
eating junk would thus mean…and I stop here. Yes, pretty disturbing, I confirm!
This came to mind when I found myself staring at this plate failing
to believe my eyes – failing to accept that a human being can manage to serve this! BIG FAIL! It was THE definition of hotchpotch. A shapeless, indefinable something (– what on
earth was it?) laid out gracelessly on a plate - MY plate! And although the taste was much better than
the presentation, which left much to be desired, yet this awkward thought
passed through my tired brain: Am I eating THIS?! Am I letting this become me?
Crazy!
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