So, I'm in a bad mood today and decided to leave a comment on BusinessWeek's story, How Corn Makes You Fat. The author asks readers for suggestions combating cheap junk food fueled by corn subsidies. My $0.02:
If voters won't elect politicians who cut corn subsidies or tax junk food, and if Madison Avenue can't shame the obese to change their habits, you could always start a realty TV show where obnoxious fat people are kidnapped and traded for skinny foreigners dying to vote in free elections. Follow the hijinks of low-information voters struggling to avoid land minds and find potable water in a third-world hell hole while emaciated refugees stare slack-jawed at Costco's produce aisles and ballot measure mailers. Call it "Citizen Swap." I'd watch.
In reality, I'm just pissed that I haven't followed up my not horrible San Francisco Marathon performance with a return to the training program I managed at the beginning of the year. I have two more half marathons and full marathons before the year ends, and I'm not going to qualify for the Boston Marathon if I don't lace up the Nikes and hit the road. There's always a reason, just never an excuse.
I don't know how cathartic this post will be, and I've learned that beating myself up (or down) doesn't motivate me for long.
