The Way You Make Me Feel

post-format: "html" post-tags: music, social commentary post-mood: melancholic post-music: Michael Jackson's Number Ones

I was just reading an online article about fitness/nutrition tracking apps, and the article mentioned something about a tracking app being "non-judgmental" and focused on health instead of the numbers involved in weight loss.

It reminded me of something I've noticed lately in the online health/fitness community: a spurious connection between tracking quantitative measures (calories in particular) and eating disorders. I should say, a spurious cause-and-effect relationship. Various places online, I see a person or two caution a dieter against counting calories or someone complaining that friends/relatives think she has an eating disorder just because she's started on a weight loss diet. Someone made a youtube video about it a few weeks ago.

On a forum I used to be on, someone made a thread about having trouble losing weight. I advised him to start tracking his calories. He asked me how to avoid becoming obsessed with trcking calories. Such a bizarre question. I was taken aback. The answer is to just exercise self-control I guess.

So over time, I've gotten the picture that some people think that dieting efficiently (like actually paying attention to what and how much one eats) somehow leads to eating disorders. Which is ludicrous. I bet this crap has something to do with the Fat Acceptance/Health At Every Size movement(s), which is/are full of SJWs and their mindless bullshit. Literally, critical thinking skills are the antithesis of SJWs; all their bullshit is about not hurting anyone's feelings, unless it's the feelings of the people who don't agree with them or have the nerve to not even know what the hell the SJWs are talking about (because SJWs either refuse to explain their positions or provide only poorly organized rants and insults and the like).

I went out for some groceries this afternoon. That was my daily walk. I was supposed to come home and study, but I've been listening to old R&B music on Invidious for hours while playing computer games. I'm particularly touched right now because I'm listening to Michael Jackson's number one hits. Such an amazing voice. I don't listen to much singing, so maybe it's a big deal for me to be reminded. Sometimes songs hit me so strongly, it's a bit unpleasant, in a way I can't quite describe. I feel out of a control in a way. Like something sounds so good it kind of hurts?

But this happens only with particular melodies. The best singing in the world with a melody I don't like will do nothing for me.

Also it made me kind of sad/warm to see the young Jackson 5 on one of their album covers (or maybe it was a photo). Young Michael Jackson's smile, and knowing that he was abused as a child. I'm not good at describing this. And out of practice with writing. I keep forgetting that keeping up my writing skills is one reason to continue blogging.