the annoyance of one meal a day

So, there’s this thing people are doing where they eat one measly meal a day. Can you believe it? ONE. I’m not even joking. Someone decided that cramming all your nutrients into a single massive meal like you’re some kind of snake or something is a great idea. Just imagine: sitting down like it’s some medieval feast but for one, and shoveling food into your mouth like it’s your last day on Earth. How is this a sustainable lifestyle? It’s not. It’s chaos with a side of insanity. And somehow people think this will make them more productive. Sure, because nothing screams ‘efficiency’ like being hangry 23 hours a day.

But wait, it doesn’t stop there! You gotta deal with this obnoxious clock ticking away, mocking you as you patiently wait for the magic hour when you are ‘allowed’ to eat. Oh yes, because who doesn’t love spending their entire day in hunger purgatory eagerly awaiting that sliver of time where you get to destroy your digestive system in one go? And I bet these people are obsessively checking the hour hand like their life depends on it. Seriously, ever consider that maybe feeling miserable half of your waking life isn’t worth some questionable productivity boost? I mean, these folks might as well just make friends with the moon since they’re both up when everyone else is busy living.

Why do we even do this? What, so you can claim some kind of dubious title like ‘fasting warrior’? Bravo, you made eating complicated. If you’re into torturous nonsense, knock yourself out with more about fasting. Whatever.