Calories and the Conscience
At a cafe years ago I observed something that was akin to reverse culture shock. I am originally from California, and while living in Australia shared coffee with a ministry team also from the Golden State. One fellow's interest was drawn to a particular item he wondered might be too rich--especially since he had not been going to the gym as usual. After hearing him audibly vacillate between two opinions I encouraged him to order the item as a special treat, for he would possibly never have the opportunity to order it again. He did so only to pawn it off on everyone else--not because it did not suit his sweet tooth--but because he could not stop talking about how many calories he was putting into his body. After every reluctant bite he would say something like, "Now I need to go on a jog!" or "That will be another 15 minutes in the gym" and "Don't tell my wife." As one who enjoys baking and eating desserts of all kinds, this behaviour was most...