Caroline goes in:
I would posit, dear readers, that it is not a love of food that breeds morbid obesity but an abuse or neglect of the self. So many eat to the point of causing themselves pain, that extra dark step where it is no longer pleasurable, where they hope that if they hurt themselves enough they might finally might stop. Real obesity isn’t the mere incorporation of a few bad habits but the complete dearth of good ones.
The pre-packaged libertarian response, which I am inclined to adopt here, is: Why does it matter? You can make a few roundabout arguments, sure: a liberal utilitarian criticism about health care costs; or other consequentialist criticisms about long-term costs versus short-term pleasure, and about various real and potential costs to your kin; or a conservative cultural criticism about self-restraint and roads to America’s ruin.
But if the pleasure you draw from fast-food transcends diabetes, or if your circumstances don’t promote Whole Foods habits or healthy dietary knowledge in general, how is that not a personal problem in every sense of the word “personal?”