No pig in a fifty mile radius is safe as you gobble down three pounds of bacon, eggs, and two Starbucks cappuccinos. You feel pretty sick from everything but completely satisfied. And why shouldn’t you? There are no consequences, you’ve done it guilt free. “I must take advantage of this.”, you say. A quick trip to Kroger ensues and soon the freezer is stocked with an assortment of candy, coke, and various delights. “One freezer is not enough!”, you announce while relaxing on a newly constructed bacon couch.
Your friends call and invite you out to the pool. On your way, a stop by Sonic is due for more ice cream. While at the pool you noticed the other people there, some are pretty out of shape some have rocking bodies. “Ah, look at those peasants.” , you think to yourself, “if they only knew.”. You notice your crush tanning beside some other person who’s in pretty good shape. They are really hitting it off and jealousy starts to build. You march over to try to end this non sense. The problem is, you sort of feel intimidated by the trespasser. They’ve worked hard to get in that shape and their drive comes off in their personality. “Whatever”, you think, “At least I can eat whatever I like”.
The weeks go by and eating starts to become less and less enjoyable. You are Ok with your body you guess. But it’s true that it IS stuck that way…like forever. But you go on and start to derive most life satisfaction out of food. Since that’s the only thing you can do guilt free, eating becomes your main form of happiness. Whenever you have a bad day, it’s Panera Bread chocolate chip cookies, a few hundred. You eventually find out that most of your time is spent eating. Pretty much all of your money goes to it now and you have little for anything else.
“Has eating became my life?”, you ask, now your body is kind of annoying you. It never changes one way or the other. Without anything holding you back, the one thing that was bringing you all the pleasure in the world was now bringing frustration. Since food had become your sole means of happiness; it has constricted you to only ‘feeding’ off that. The feeling has finally sunk in that you will never be able to approve your appearance no matter how much you workout or eat healthy. Food is now your greatest gift and curse. Your life is now a slave to your appetite, bon appétit.
You see, consequences set us free. For if there are consequences that mean we have a choice. And if we have a choice that means we have control. Control is freedom, not freedom in itself. The chains that bind us to a certain path keep us free from binding to one particular thing, they help us achieve happiness in numerous ways and varieties. We have been given the control to sculpt our life in the way we choose. It takes a lot of effort to make the right choices, but that’s what makes one great.