I do wonder if Sally Field feels bad about all the women who broke their legs while using Boniva.

Or Jamie Lee Curtis and the colon yogurt (I can't remember what it's called)?

I have no problem with Jamie Lee Curtis, but from the name alone I have a problem with the colon yogurt. (If they produce a low-fat version, would that be a semi-colon yogurt?)

My old boss used to continually comment on my food. The last one at this job, I mean. I shouldn't eat x, because surely it made my headaches worse, I really shouldn't have *another* smoothie (seriously? I'm drinking fruit pulp here with no added sugar. Step off), once a week he had something to say or an eyebrow to raise at my choices.

Unlike grams of sugar guy, I couldn't argue him into stopping. I explained what wasn't a migraine trigger for me, but he wasn't hearing any of that. Not that he should have had to, but there you go.

There is nothing immoral or moral about eating. Seriously. It's just food.

I'm not thinking moral or immoral. I'm thinking of a former co-worker who had a condition (Crohn's Disease?) that gave him a bad reaction to any wheat products. As in, at one division lunch, he had a salad topped with Chinese noodly things. He asked whether the noodlies were wheat-based and was told no. The waiter was wrong, and co-worker was out sick for the next couple of days.

So, probably not a good idea for him to eat a donut hole. But I'd place it on the wise/foolish continuum, not the moral/immoral continuum.

The criticism of her is really galling. For one thing, having diabetes is her business, not anyone else's. And there are plenty of people who could make her recipes every day for life and never get diabetes, because their bodies don't work that way.

She was also making her money based on a particular style of cooking, and popping up with the news that she had been diagnosed with diabetes was ... pretty likely to lead to exactly what happened. A lot of people criticizing the food she makes, which does not equal more cookbook sales or advertising dollars for her shows.

I hate how much judgment there is around anything to do with weight, especially when it's not true. I have Type II diabetes, have had since I was 32, and at the time I wasn't more than twenty pounds over where the doctors wanted me to be. I got it because *that's the way my body works* and that's it.

So, probably not a good idea for him to eat a donut hole. But I'd place it on the wise/foolish continuum, not the moral/immoral continuum.

I'd place it in the "none of your business" column. (Not you specifically, Fred. Just people generally speaking who are not him.)

I was watching a news show out of New Orleans, where they had a low-fat cook show up to demonstrate all the wonderful things you could do with no-fat margarine and such. The New Orleans people stared at her like she was from Mars. She whipped up something "delish"--thank god, not Rachel Ray--and the hosts tasted it and all frowned. "It's OK, but some butter would have been better." "Cream sauce," the other host said, "that'd be perfect." "Oh, yeah, cream sauce."

The low-fat cook's perky grin froze. "But butter and cream have too much fat in them, it's bad for you."

"OK, half butter, half margarine. You can take this low-fat thing too far."

And they closed the segment with everyone smiling at each other uncomfortably.

Hahaha!

So, probably not a good idea for him to eat a donut hole. But I'd place it on the wise/foolish continuum, not the moral/immoral continuum.

I'd place it in the "none of your business" column. (Not you specifically, Fred. Just people generally speaking who are not him.)

Seriously. If I eat a donut hole, I am well fucking aware of what it will do to my innards, and I might still decide to eat it anyway. I don't need a co-worker or my mom or Tim to say "That has gluten in it! It's bad for you!" Yeah, no shit. But I'm the boss of me, and if I decide that I want to make a stupid decision, then it's on me. I get to make that decision, and it's no one else's business.

(That said, if I deliberately eat gluten -- as opposed to eating something that I didn't know had gluten in it -- and get sick, that's on me. I don't expect sympathy -- nor do I ask for it -- for my own deliberate choice to eat something that I knew would likely make me ill.)

My mother's oldest friend - a courtesy aunt to my sister and me - went on a rampage cutting back sugar and fat. Until the time she made a carrot cake with NO SUGAR AT ALL. It was, as you might imagine, inedible. She got a bit more reasonable about it after that.