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I was chatting with my geriatric dudes at the Looney Bean coffee shop this morning when one of the beautiful girls that frequent this wonderful place walked by. I mentioned to R, a retired professional artist, how great she looked today. He looked, he smiled, and we chuckled and lusted in ways only mid eighty-year-old guys can understand. Yes, it’s pathetic! All the same, we both have eyes long practiced in appreciating beautiful things, including women. About this time an obese young woman walked by, and then another. We both looked at them and then one another,  and I noticed a trace of sadness drift over R’s expressions.

Over the previous few weeks, my thoughts on creating a new form of food diet and planning to publish it as a book within a couple of months came up. Thus we were primed to rehash what might be done to help these women regain a more beautiful and more healthful form. We have already hashed over the ethical arguments of interfering in other people’s lives and have come to the conclusion that the fact that American people are spending thirty-three billion dollars on diet plans per year indicates that these people are pleading for help. I have been carrying that thought a bit further and felt that my not sharing my methods with this suffering public would itself be immoral behavior. That feels a bit arrogant and pretentious but while expressing those concerns to R I had another thought.

What if a large percentage of obese and overweight women actually used my diet plan and returned to a healthier condition—wouldn’t they look better? Wouldn’t the two of us former artists enjoy our few remaining years even more just by seeing more beautiful women walking around in our favorite coffee shop? Furthermore, wouldn’t all the young men around here be more appreciative too, and wouldn’t the formerly obese women feel better being thought of as beautiful rather than … ignored?

Publishing this “Love Our Life – diet” plan seems like a win-win situation for everyone.

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