Adaptation

I read today that your average New Zealand meat pie has the equivalent of a golf ball sized lump of lard in it. I wasn't really shocked. What is a bit concerning (if you care about society at all) is the amount of Kiwis that basically subsist on the things. Meat pies, fish & chips, and cheap chinese takeaways. And the government spends millions trying to figure out why low income families are suffering from heart problems and obesity. There's a little bit more to it than just that though. These things were never really a big concern pre-60's or so and stodgy, fatty foods were the norm back then. They weren't as 'health-enlightened' as we are, yet we're the ones getting sick and fat. It's the lifestyle - they were farmers, dock labourers, whalers and builders; a slightly different bunch from our modern multitude of IT technicians, office workers (specific occupation unknown) and state benefit bums. So we've changed. Now we're stuck with it. Oh yes, no one knows better than I that the clock cannot and will not be wound back. My humble suggestion: adapt. We've gone on eating like we've been sweating on the farm all day, when in reality too many of us have merely been shuffling around a cramped room. You stick high performance fuel in a run-about-town vehicle and it's going to die quick. It's that simple. I know you can't turn a culture on a 5 cent piece and we've been labourers much longer than sitters, but it would help if we actually thought about it. It can't be impossible - after all, adaptation is the only thing that's kept us going all these millenia. It's our greatest strength, as humans. When something fails to work or threatens us we (eventually at least) find a new way to wriggle around it. If we freeze, we will die.