Every gram, every speck of nutrition is accounted for. The screen flickers as spreadsheets spread their paisley pattern across to infinity. No accountant or auditor has hunted inaccuracies with the same assiduous glee. Life is a grid of black and white bars. There is no room for change. Quantities are measured and focus is maintained. A mathematical function of existence. Food is my fuel, and I supply my body with precisely what it needs.
This is the existence of the obsessive. The person who follows diets rigorously, and who maintains an ascetic, pure lifestyle, devoid of distraction, is not a healthy person. A healthy lifestyle is a natural lifestyle, and the human body is no machine.

The poetry of the soul, the fleeting appreciation of a momentary taste, the joy of appreciating the boundless variety of life. This is what we strive for. Is an apple simply the sum of 60 grams of carbohydrates, 11 grams of protein and some fibre? No, our juicy apples are an experience of crispness, a refreshing bite into the delicious reality of a healthy fruit.
We aren’t about the numbers here. This is a lifestyle, not an obsession.
Gerard Said