Fat Orwell | AIER

Winston was dreaming of Jim.

He remembered it would only be for 15 days, when Big Expert stopped it. Then everything was off. The message was “safe at home”. “Safe at home,” we all repeated. It then extended to 30 days, then more, and then finally Big Expert began allowing people to leave the house again. But the gym was off. Big Expert and Inner Party also closed parks, blocked hiking trails, closed beaches, sand-filled skate parks, padlocked basketball courts, yellow-taped playgrounds and arrested paddleboarders.

He could not remember what had happened, but he knew in a dream that somehow the ability of people to be physically healthy was sacrificed for their health. He realized that this was an acknowledgment made by a big expert on them and that they were taught by the always present party screen of the Ministry of Information. The change was so gradual that it was rarely noticed, he thought.

He recalls that the government school taught him the “food pyramid”, which he later learned, which taught him to take extra food groups that made people unhealthy. Carbohydrates – bread, pasta, cereals – should be the basis of your diet because the government wanted to maximize your calorie intake. Limit protein and stay away from fats and oils. Meat was bad for your heart, and if you object, it’s bad for the environment, and if it doesn’t bother you, cooking it will give you cancer. There always seems to be some new expert studies that declare an ideal food staple dangerous. Winston especially remembers the campaign against eggs, which will kill you with cholesterol. It was always something, and it was usually wrong.

It is against this background that Winston recalls the emergence of great experts. The health advice was confusing, pointing in many directions at once such as an octopus indicating traffic. What was fog, what was fad, and what was scientifically? People wanted a reliable source of advice and the government seemed to provide it.

Only a few have seen it through. Members of the inner party were as sensitive to fog and fads as everyone else, Winston thought, but since they had so much power over other people, they were uniquely sensitive to lobbyists. Our “social partner” for health, Big Experts called them. However, after all, the leaders believed in the Big Expert and he turned that belief into strength. He and members of the internal team then use that power to create wealth.

The biggest threat to the inner party money and power was the individualists. Winston recalled when researchers finally answered the question of why advocates of individual liberty are healthier rather than collectivists. Their belief in personal ownership, rather than social or personal property, extends to ownership Their own health consequences. Even in the case of personal health, they were less trusted by government guidelines – and by big experts.

Winston recalled how the inner party made it necessary for individuals to show hatred for the things they liked. This motivation to signal party-sanctioned thinking soon reached the ideal of physical well-being. The Ministry of Information began to indicate that anyone interested in personal health and fitness was associated with “extreme right-wing extremism,” or even “fascism.” Big Expert’s campaign against “Goldsmithism” was linked to the needs of the Inner Party, which excluded individualists.

Yet, it was not enough for them to insult healthy behavior outside the direction of the inner party, Winston observed. Proles had to provide alternative treats to celebrate them. The alternatives came out of the symbiotic relationship between the big experts and social allies. They raised unhealthy behavior as healthy, and the contradiction between the dutiful role and the party’s suspected enemies became more apparent.

There again the Ministry of Information leads. Magazines promote obesity as “the future of fitness”, “it’s healthy!” Announced. Entertainment media cheered when obese celebrities gained weight, even sports media championed the new message of anti-health. Winston always felt that it was shameful to deprive, ridicule or discriminate against people for being overweight. It wasn’t long before the media set the standard for various unhealthy beauties, especially for young girls, leading to eating disorders, plastic surgery, Botox injections and other harmful behaviors. But thoughtful people spoke out against the dangers of those things and that impossible beauty, the “ideal.” The new messaging, however, was more than an excessive correction, Winston realized, because the insiders hoped that you would not only agree with the message, but save it.

“Unhealthy proles create healthy bankroll.” The rhyme of social allies suddenly entered Winston’s head. He thought sadly about the many ways the Big Expert Information Ministry works with their allies that promote good health. It wasn’t just gyms, parks and playgrounds that were closed when promoting obesity. It even included praising people who were empowered to use “safe” fentanyl and heroin. On the other hand, the study found that if an off-patent drug is found to be an effective treatment when social allies need consumers for them. New Treatment, that research had to go into the virtual memory hole and anyone who mentioned it was condemned as an enemy of the party. Meanwhile, insiders bribed Proles with free beer, fries, pizza, donuts, hot dogs, cheesecakes, and even dessert-on-a-stick to agree to a disease vaccine that put obese at the highest risk of contracting the disease.

Winston’s mind wandered to the day the health ministry changed the definition of the vaccine when suddenly an ear-splitting flute floated from his wrist device. From her fatbeat came a loud female voice: “One-sixty to one-eighty groups! One-sixty to one-eighty groups! Take your place, please!

It was lunchtime for Winston’s weight class.

Winston rescued a half-pound cheeseburger with bacon, double fry, nachos and a fried egg. It was the big expert ration for “our ugly comrades”. Winston perfected the art of spitting half of his lunch on his napkin and throwing it silently on the floor as he ate, but he was still almost suffocated. The reflux was getting worse.

“Bite and chew, comrades!” The voice rang in Fatbeat. It belongs to an irresistible pair of closed-set eyes in a sea of ​​flesh. (“It’s healthy!” The magazine says.) “Bite, two, three, four! Bite, two, three, four! Come on, comrades! ”

Winston spit, shake, and drop again.

“Smith!” Voice Bell 21.9 Smith W! Yes you Eat hard, please! You can do better than that. You are not trying. Here, look at me. “

The meat swallows a burger and begins a systematic chewing. Suddenly cold sweat came out all over Winston’s body. His face remained completely untidy. Never show frustration! Do not show nausea! A single esophageal spasm can give you away.

Winston continued the troops until a merciful end to lunch. He then filed a defamation suit in the forties and forties. Winston noticed that their double fries were given a fresh coat of ranch dressing. With a few clever kicks he spread the bits of his discarded lunch.

Now calm again, her fatbeat party slogan has faded into a show of rest. War is peace. Inflation is prosperity. Fitness is fat.