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People may say that they are obligated to do something that they may not want to do. An example of this can when someone may say that they don’t want to go to work but they have to go. People do not have to go to work if they do not wish to go otherwise people would not have any income to live on. This is similar to the obesity issue. People feel like they are obligated to eat out all the time because of various issues. Some issues are explained in the essay “Don’t Blame the Eater,” by David Zinczenko. The author asserts that children are suing big corporate companies such as McDonald 's because it is making them fat. He states that it is an issue worth sympathizing with. In this essay, he draws from his past experiences as he grew up stating that the only available options are those of a more affordable to his economic demographic. Such as the ones provided by fast food industries. He continues by stating that he was among the lucky people who were able to escape from obesity due to his decision of joining the navy. Even though he was able to avoid obesity as a life issue, he affirmed that it is very hard for people not to eat fast food when those are the only options a person can pick because there aren’t many healthy options. He adds to this by articulating that even the healthy choices is given by theses fast food industries such as a salad still contain an ample amount of calories. In conclusion, Zinczenko argues that choosing to dine-in at a fast food

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Near the beginning of this school year, my friend Bianca frequently asked me, “Are you going to finish that?” Initially I suggested that she buy herself something or pack lunch, but she always refused and went without eating. After reflecting, I realized that Bianca suffered from the plight of food insecurity. I was hit with a whirlwind of emotions… how could someone that I know not have the resources to feed herself. From that moment forward, I began packing a little extra each day. For the remainder of the school year, I always shared my food with her to ensure that having something to eat was not a concern for her. This daily ritual made me interested in researching whether others dealt with this same issue. Sparking my passion, my friend’s situation

Finding this healthy version of a common comfort food brought upon a feeling of freedom, something I hadn't felt in a while. Usually a burger and fries meal would have brought upon feelings of anxiety. When I first saw the meal approaching my table, those feelings of uncertainty began to arise. When the waiter placed

    I am woken by a hand on my shoulder and a smile looking at me so excitedly as she’s holding two bags of fast food burgers with the “in-n-out’ logo on the front. I immediately grab the bag and unfold it releasing the most delicious aroma of fresh fries. I have never been so happy over a literal burger but here i am, just like a fat kid loves cake.

It’s 3 in the morning. Everyplace in town is closed, and the party's over. The chips and pizza are all gone, but you have to leave and don’t have the mental drive to cook yourself something that will ease your appetite. You are hungry and just want something to hit the spot before you go to bed. But who can possibly get you a hearty meal at 3 in the morning? Maybe a greasy, low quality fast food joint? Definitely not; you’re better than that. Suddenly, you realize that the fast food restaurant most deserving of your love is Whataburger.

“Vasquez, thirty miles!” I yelled as I passed the counter’s desk. My legs are on fire, my heart is pounding, and my shirt is drenched in sweat. The sun is beaming, the temperature has reached 95⁰F and I’ve been riding my bike non-stop for three hours earning twenty dollars an hour. I would always find myself in this scenario every September when I attended High School, this was the Saint Jude Bike-a-thon.

A non-profit club with a strong commitment to fundraising initiatives, Gastown Cycling encourages friendship and fitness through cycling. Sergio has been riding since the 1980’s and is currently a Director serving on the Club’s Executive. He has witnessed first-hand the dramatic growth in his sport. Over the years Sergio has seen the sport became increasingly social. As we chatted about some of Sergio’s favourite rides, it quickly became apparent to me that the “pit-stop” coffee break location was an essential component to route planning. The majority of the Club’s weekend rides are 80-90km long, so a well-timed coffee break and social gathering makes the effort that much more enjoyable. From recreational cyclist, weekend warrior, biker commuter to competitive racer Vancouver is the place to

Fast food has quickly managed to imprint itself on American culture. The greasy, unhealthy form of empty calories has infiltrated into the homes of many, including my own. In my younger days, my parents often took me out and treated me to french fries and chicken nuggets. It had become a tradition to go to McDonald’s every week. This poor eating pattern has now led to my family having a special fondness for the fast food chain, just as McDonald’s strives for.

Food is the most tedious task of the day, and it often occupies your mind at all times, especially in your sleep. Waking up in the dark, cold corner of Herman Ave, I find myself lying down under a tree confused by my surroundings. In a panic, my feet jump to touch the ground trying to search for a familiar sight. Once all the memories from the night before immerge, I recall not eating for the past two days and that has brought short -term memory loss every time I awake. I feel my body eating itself from the inside, and I muster the strength to walk to the corner of a 711 gas station to beg for change. Dozens of people walk pass me and give me a smug face and stare at me as if I were a foreign animal in a cage—out on display for their amusement. Two hours pass before I collect enough money to purchase a ninety-nine cent doughnut. After satisfying my hunger, I go to my favorite location where I search for food—a subway shop on Vasco Road. Thinking back to two hours ago, I wondered why I didn’t initially come to this location instead of showcasing myself at 711; my brain must have lacked oxygen. The walk from 711 to Subway is minimal; it took (takes) me one minute to arrive. I look inside the sandwich shop to reassure myself that there is only one employee working, and I dash to

Food is a substance that humans eat in order to perform basic everyday functions. Accord to the author of Fat is a family affair, Judi Hollis;” America’s “drug” of choice is food” (25). The sugar from a soda pop or the crunches from potato chips drive anyone to drink or eat it. After a while our wants for a soda pop or chips develop into needs on a daily basis. The six needs to recovering from an obsessive eating is appreciation, approaching the new, relaxation, habit, sexuality, competition, and coping. Judi Hollis expresses appreciate as an important need for recovery.

Days later, she and Doris begin their ride to Santa Barbara. The bike route is beautiful, but bicycling on unfamiliar terrain is scary and grueling on her body and psyche. She vows never to do anything like this

I look at my computer just as it ticks to 10 o'clock, I hear my Mom calling to get to bed, but I can't. Just a few more minutes turns into just a few more hours but I must keep working. Gabby has me captivated, learning new things about her every second, but not the right things. I need to find them! Then, they're there, right in front of me the whole time. Print, print, print, I chant in my head. Then it comes, ready for turn in. When I receive it, it's like a song and the E shouts at me. I praise myself, my hard work has paid off.

The phrase “You are what you eat” might haunt you in your dreams when you think about that burger you ate approximately at 5:32pm on your way home to shut your hungry stomach, not so lovin’ the fact you ate nothing during the day to impress your boss on the first day of your internship. Or perhaps a nicely wrapped kebab at 3:11am after dancing your real life problems away at a little club that welcomes you with liquefied fun (the fun only lasts until you wake up feeling like the whole world just dropped on your head).

Speaking with reporters, while opening Ziploc baggies of pretzel twists and baby carrots, local man, Stan Keppler, said Monday that he has started bringing in lunch from home, to cut down on his small joys. “Making your own lunch each day is a great way to reduce your simple pleasures throughout the week—it’s already made a huge difference for me” the 38-year-old insurance underwriter said, as he unwrapped a plain turkey sandwich from aluminum foil, that he had woken up 15 minutes early this morning to prepare. “I used to go out for lunch with coworkers and actually enjoy myself every day, but now I just sit at my desk and eat something I packed from home. It’s quick, easy and has cut my weekly sense of gratification by at least half.” Keppler