‘On waking I hit the bathroom, showering and taking care of my morning ablutions. Once my hair is dry I head to the kitchen for breakfast.
The FoodMaster ™ dominates the small room, the alcove you step into reminiscent of a confessional. Once inside I present one arm to the cuff on the left and a finger to the blood monitor on the right. In a matter of moments my readings are taken, the machine considers the metrics it has just obtained; height, weight, blood pressure, pulse, blood sugars, cholesterol and who knows what else; and carefully dispenses my breakfast, rattling into a bowl behind a discrete hatch. I take the bowl of uniform pellets and leave the FoodMaster ™ backing out into the main kitchen.
This morning I decide to add hot water to make my breakfast a nutritious ‘porridge’, on the television is a historical programme set back in 2014. My eyes are wide at the images of skeletal children in sun-baked deserts and people so fat that they can’t raise their own bulk from their bed. I can’t believe that it was ever like that, surely the programme makers are exaggerating, but my own mother told me that before the ‘introduction of standardised nutrition for the benefit of mankind’ people were allowed to select different food stuffs, they could eat too much of one thing and nothing of another.
How awful it must have been, fortunately the Government stepped in and started ensuring everyone gets their exact nutrient requirements, so; no one is fat or thin; type 2 diabetes is nearly non-existent; heart disease and strokes are rare.
The last two mouthfuls of porridge are slightly gritty, but as tasteless as the rest of the meal, as tasteless as every meal; but it is unimportant because food is just fuel.’
for reading this far, above is a utopian / dystopian vision I have of the future. The image has been growing stronger and stronger, and I was dismayed to see that sugar is the next food to be regulated. Dismayed because the reason for too much sugar is they had to give the food taste somehow when they took out all the fat and salts.
Most animal fodders now come in a kibble or nugget format, to prevent selective feeding and ensure optimum health of our furry friends. After all the animals can’t be trusted to make the right dietary choices for themselves, who knows how they survived before people came along to make it all better.
Today humans are allowed to eat what they wish, but experts are telling us we are eating the wrong things; we decide it isn’t our fault and that the manufacturer’s need to do something about it; then the Government intervenes to regulate fat-salt-sugar (and replace them with chemicals with unclear side effects). Logically on this path food becomes blander, and finally – for your own good – a standard food, with balanced macro and micro nutrients is introduced. No need to worry about fruit & vegetables – all their goodness is covered in your 3 daily portions of pellets. Calorie counting is a thing of the past, with your portion being adjusted to your needs, like a prize heifer.
I relish and appreciate my food choice, I take responsibility for my food choice, and my health has waxed and waned at times due to my choices – but I want to keep MY CHOICES.
Next time you hear someone berating the food industry of causing the obesity epidemic and you nod in agreement that the politicians should do something to make the manufacturers and food industry control what you put in your body, you are abdicating responsibility for your choices and bringing closer the day when there are no choices.
Nuff said – moving on