So, young women are getting fatter. Apparently. I pondered this fact as I stood in line at Gloria Jeans waiting to place my order for a hot chocolate this week. It was 5:30pm and the place was packed with caffinated people in their teens, twenties and thirties. Dozens of young women clutched milky coffee drinks the size of their heads, frequently topped with whipped cream and caramel sauce.
When did a cup of coffee become as fattening as an entire meal? Oh
wait, it’s not fattening, really, because one of the laws of female
diet logic is this: there are no proper kilojoules in anything you
drink from a cup. Or even a bucket.
When did a cup of coffee become as fattening as an entire meal? Oh wait, it’s not fattening, really, because one of the laws of female diet logic is this: there are no proper kilojoules in anything you drink from a cup. Or even a bucket.
Other ways to slash the kilojoule count of food is to consume it while at the movies or watching TV. Same with reading while you eat. And it’s common knowledge that anything you scoff after a few drinks (or midnight, whichever comes first) doesn’t count. If you can’t remember eating it, it may even have a negative kilojoule value. How handy is that.
But surely not even these dietary delusions can account for the full 5kg the average Australian twenty-something female put on between 1996 and 2003 according to the health department’s recent study on women’s health.
Are young men putting on weight at a similar rate? I doubt it. Men eat for far less complex reasons than women. Like, say, hunger. I don’t know many guys who reach for muffins when they’re sad, bored, angry, frustrated, lonely or depressed. Beer, possibly. Muffins, nup.