- It’s Fat, Anyway you cut it.
Dateline: London
I love the Wellcome Collection. It is one of several museums off the tourist path that I never fail to visit when in London. All the exhibits are in some way related to medicine or health. This body (part of an exhibit on obesity) really “spoke” to me. The British Artist, John Isaacs wrote: “the way in which the flesh grows, erupts and engulfs the body can be seen as a metaphor of the way in which we become incapacitated by the emotional landscape in which we live.” I love that!
On a less intellectual level, I find temptation at every corner. Into my fourth or fifth week on a Vegan diet, I find my nose a-twitter. Rabbit-like my nose twitches in anticipation early in the morning it seeks out those iconic English bacon sandwiches – white farmhouse bread slathered with real butter and thick slices of bacon from the sunny side of the pig. By noon, my nose leads me to the meat pies – beef and Guinness would be my choice. Evening brings more temptations anything but grains and beans. Wild salmon would be good- as would most any meat. I’m going to have another glass of wine to numb my nose.
The vegan diet has nothing to do with fat; rather the diet has everything to do with cholesterol. Mine is 235 and unacceptable. As a reminder, another Wellcome Collection exhibit featured Howard Carter, an American, who had made a four-minute recording of first-year students dissecting a human heart in anatomy lab.
Carter, a first year med student, stares at the heart in his hand. It is meaty, the size and shape of a fist. It is red/brown with yellow bands of fat.
It’s all about those yellow bands of fat.
