“Guns don’t kill people - people kill people” is the rallying cry of the National Rifle Association of America.
At 4 o’clock this morning while I was lying in bed, dripping in sweat as my screwed up metabolism, which usually leaves me slow and sluggish when I really need it, decided that the middle of the night was a really good time to boost my energy levels, I was pondering an analogous situation with regard to food and the recent gluttonous season. “Chocolate doesn’t make you fat – eating chocolate makes you fat” could be one way of putting it, implying, as does the gun statement, that you cannot blame the object of desire, only the person who implements the action.
Of course, if you’re emotionally vulnerable, it’s much easier to kill people if you have guns. And it’s much easier to eat chocolate if it’s in the house.
Especially if it’s left over from Feastmas and with all the decorations now removed it should be disposed of.
And because of your upbringing you have a problem with the idea of throwing food away.
And your sugar levels are all over the place after a fortnight of excessively indulgent eating patterns.
And the kids don’t go back to school until tomorrow so officially it’s still the holidays.
And it’s in the same room as you.
And it keeps calling out in a soft and seductive voice, “eat me, eat me, eat me…”