Super Size Me

I just returned from Cinemagic's documentary night screening. Today it was "Super Size Me". And that much I can tell you: I don't think I'll ever set foot in a McDonald's. Ever.

Not that I do. I actually like to think that my diet is quite healthy. I mean, I honestly can't remember the last time I ate fast food. I am absolutely in love with all kinds of fruits, which is usually where I satisfy most of my sugar cravings (dates are the best!). I eat a bucketful of salad everyday, and absolutely detest fried foods. I feel sick just looking at them.

But of course you're thinking of chocolates, and why shouldn't you when it's all I talk about:) In fact, my actual consumption of chocolates falls shockingly short of the frequency of my odes to them. I mean don't get me wrong I LOVE the stuff. I would live off it if I could (aaah. What a life!). But I also wouldn't want to walk around with the waistline of a hippo. Hardly good for my self esteem. And would seriously affect my ability to chase the kids back to class, a skill I cannot afford to lose.

I particularly enjoyed the part where a psychologist was explaining to the guy doing the experiment (he ate nothing but MacDonald's for a month!) that kids get hooked up on McDonald's because they associate it with fun (the playground) and toys (from happy meals) and fun times spent with their families. They are thus conditioned to love it. So the guy decides that once he has his own kids, he's going to punch them each time they pass a fast food restaurant, to ensure a negative association! Brilliantly radical, no?

Of course he might do time for child abuse, but at least he'll rest assured his kids are eating their veggies.