An apple a day

Over dinner the other day, I actually found another unusual myth that people have about physicians. One of the oddest preconceptions about doctors is the fact that as a general rule, all of us eat a healthy diet. Seriously, we are all supposed to consume a balanced meal with the right amount of carbohydrates, fat and proteins - with the prequisite amount of vitamins and minerals - as prescribed by the much vaunted food pyramid. Hell, I couldn't live on shoots and leaves! After all, I'm not the forever-dieting, near-vegetarian ( except in the vicinity of the nearest Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise ) alfalfa-munching Big Bicep Barry who claims that eating well makes him look and feel good.

I tell ya kids say the darndest things these days.

Barry : That roti tisu can't be that healthy. All sugar and carbs, right?
Paul : Sometimes you need to do what feels good, not what is right.
Barry : Very funny.
Paul : What the hell! You're not eating that egg?
Barry : Already did that actually, three herbal eggs. Just don't take the yolk.
Paul : That's the best part!
Barry : Just took half a yolk. Healthy diet, doctor. Need to tone my abs.
Paul : Uhh.. what's that?

Lemme whisper this bit of truth then. Sorry but I can tell y'all that it's essentially an urban legend and not at all true.

Most of us are stressed-up, crabby workaholics - but then you all know this :) Crammed as we are in the confines of the hospital with a scarcity of food supplies ( unsurprisingly I don't count the stale, plastic hospital regulation food as edibles fit for human consumption, no matter what the staff dietician says ) and a limited amount of time for food preparation and consumption ( gobbling up food in miliseconds between rounds doesn't exactly count ), we're not exactly the ideal proponents of a healthy diet. Essentially we're like starving human vultures who prey on whatever scraps of food are left around the pantry, gobbling up bits and pieces of leftovers to sustain enough energy to go on till the next day.


Sure he looks good but do you know what's been going into that mouth?
And then when we leave the hospital, we go amok. At lunches, dinners and the occasional buffets. Nothing seems to be safe from our voracious appetite - not even the thickest slabs of luscious meat literally dripping with oil and animal fats, practically a screaming advertisement for a cholesterol laden heart attack. Life is certainly too short to squirm over the occasional calorie or twenty and after all, we've seen enough of healthy, gym-going dieters get run over by the occasional runaway bus to care ( I half-suspect driven by some enraged obese buffet-eaters keen on wiping them out ).

Every once in a while though, there is the occasional upstart doctor who preaches the art of healthy living but we're trying our best to eradicate them. Slowly. Painfully. Death by Big Macs.