Lying on the sofa after a long day at work, she was resting. That day had been very tiring, and hunger had now taken hold. Her stomach was rumbling, starting softly, but the sound grew louder.
She got up from the sofa and headed for the kitchen. The kitchen had never been so far away.
“Phew! I’m here!” she exclaimed.
She searched the refrigerator for something to eat, but found only a tub of ice cream. Now it seemed that the blue-painted hallway, against her will, was shorter and the sofa closer. She sat down, straightened up like a bird in its nest, looked at a book lying to the side and picked it up to read.
“...To maintain life, in addition to eating healthily, we must practice physical activity. It’s not enough to just eat well by consuming fruits, vegetables, meats, and other low-fat and low-sugar foods; we must also exercise. Have you thought about how you’ll be in five years?...”
When she finished reading this passage, she was startled and saw two images. The first was of a thin, tall woman with a body sculpted by much exercise. The second seemed to her a depression of a woman with more curves, stronger bones, and more flesh. Exclaiming in revolt, she said:
Who says I’m not healthy? Just because I’m a little heavier, this book tells me to go on a diet and run around in circles like a headless chicken?
She threw the book out the window and turned to the TV. She turned it on. On the screen appeared a beautiful park with flowers and train tracks, and she thought to herself:
“Now that’s real physical activity, running freely through the park and, as a bonus, smelling the scent of the forest, and enjoying the company of handsome men.”