Today I wondered if we really do celebrate weight loss a little too much in our society. We love a story about someone who loses a huge amount of weight without stopping to think that maybe, just maybe, they shouldn’t have put on all that poundage in the first place.
It’s like the bible story of the prodigal son which, to recap for any potential heathen readers, is about a guy who goes out and parties hard. He cashes in his inheritance and blows it all on good times then, when the money runs out and he’s fallen to fighting pigs for their husks of corn, he goes crawling back to his dad. The father forgives him and holds a huge party to celebrate. The sucky part of that story is that the other son, the one that stayed at home and did the right thing – he got no party. He got no warm welcome. No one said – well done son for doing the right thing and being good and stable and not prodigal.
Nobody celebrates moderation. No one celebrates when you stick to a two drink limit or you don’t go on a cocaine bender. No one congratulates you on not getting fat.