People who weigh their food every day are freaks. Right or wrong?
Right. They’re control freaks. And being a control freak is a good thing when in the past you have allowed yourself to be totally, uninhibitedly out of control. I have been a control freak for the past eight months, and I like it. I like the pleasure of knowing how much I need to eat to keep my delightful svelte figure. I like knowing how much is enough and how much is too much. I even quite like the ritual of it, most of the time.
We are creatures for whom data is important. We measure other things and don’t think anything of it. We know that putting too much oil in our car’s reservoir is not good for it and that too little can be catastrophic. We know with a racehorse we need to give it some exact dietary requirements for it to do its best on the course. But our bodies, the one thing that each of us takes with us from birth to death, are somehow different? I don’t think so.
If the difference between weighing a healthy amount and being too heavy is simply a case of keeping track of the amount I eat and the kind of foods I eat on a day-to-day basis, then I’m going to weigh in on the side of weights and measures. It’s not that hard, and it keeps my eyes on the prize.