Rant accepted and agreed with.

My husband used to travel on business every week. Whenever we took a vacation that required a plane trip, at every stop he would immediately seek out the closest place to grab a bite to eat. "Always get something to eat, because you never know when you'll get another chance." Seriously? You'll die if you don't eat every two hours?

For most of my 27 years at my job (retired now), I worked from home. On those few days I went into the office, I never bothered to pack a lunch. Why bother? I could certainly make it through 8 or 10 hours without eating. But then I saw others running to the vending machines every couple hours, going out for lunch, always complaining of hunger.

And yet here I am, overweight. Or in the vernacular of the day, obese.