Calorie restriction in the New York Magazine.
April points us to the New York Magazine, where there’s an article she’s in on calorie restriction. The tone strikes me as a bit too clever. Or snotty. But on the whole, it comes across favourable, especially since the journo has been doing CR for a few months leading up to the dinner that’s the structure of the story.
Snippets:
It isn’t hard to see the diet’s appeal: You’re skinnier than any social X-ray, you’re practicing a regimen as extreme and as grueling as any yogi’s, and you’ve got some impressive medical science on your side.
And:
Cooking for [Michael Rae] is the same elaborate exercise in dietary Sudoku it is for all CR die-hards, only more so.
And:
“The focus of CR is health. Nobody here is trying to figure out how to eat less and disappear. The constant thought is, ‘How can I pack more nutrition into my calories?’—and that’s not something an anorexic is doing. Anorexia is slow suicide.”
And this wee gem, which, to me, says more about the writer than the subjects:
All evening, I have let the bubbling enthusiasm and essential reasonableness of my guests carry me past the little weirdnesses that go with being calorie-restricted. But the weirdnesses are starting to pile up, and my guests are looking weirder and weirder themselves, like emissaries from a future I’m not sure could ever feel like home: a world where the food grows in vats, where the porn industry just barely survives on government subsidies, where the physically ideal male has the BMI of Mary-Kate Olsen and the skin tones of an Oompa-Loompa.
Anyway, worth a read.
