An exercise in speculative thought: what do our diets say about us? If one were to document everything they consumed in one day, how much would you know about that person once midnight rolls around? Could you tell how much money they make in year? If they lie on the extreme end of the spectrum, very possibly. A dish donning russian caviar would arouse immeasurably different assumptions compared to a tray supporting a Taco Bell burrito and a Cherry Coke. You might also be able to ascertain where a person lives, their ethnicity or nationality, whether they’re single or married, how old they are, whether they’re incredibly obese or wholly malnourished, healthy or unhealthy, their likes and dislikes, and even how open-minded they are.
The other side of it: snapshots in the grand scheme of things are just that – individual moments of the bigger picture that aren’t necessarily representative of the whole. From simply looking at everything I ate on February 9th, 2012, one might assume that I’m dehydrated, I have a severe vitamin deficiency, and that I’m trying to lose weight. None of these are the case; it just happened to be a busy day where I didn’t have time to indulge in healthy foods. Then again, I could have done a lot worse. The fact is, very few of us eat exactly what we should. I’ve never met or heard of anyone who lets the government-issued food pyramid dictate their lives right down to every meal. Life, money, and general tastes get in the way.
Food for thought. HA.