I was never too sharp in mathematics and I struggled learning ratio and proportion in the 6th grade. Being the short--and not surprisingly, rather stocky--person that I am today, I wish I had listened a little better during those classes.
You see, with the prime lesson of inequality you have to learn as a mini-man, there are certain ratios and proportions that follow.
When you're young and you're obliged to finish the food on your plate 'cause, as your dad hammers into your head time and again, you're "a growing boy" (the more you eat, the more you grow, supposedly), that excuse to gorge expires when you reach the age of 21. Past that, the appetite you grew accustomed to being the "growing boy" that you were is transposed from Length to Width. The more you eat, the more you expand, obviously--and the probability of looking like Danny Devito becomes greater.
Proportion. Re-learn it. U.S.-issued Steak & Eggs in a country where the average male height is 5"10 is definitely not as bloat-effective there as in a country where the average male height is about 5"6. That means even a "small" glass of root beer in the States is a little much to gulp for a guy like myself.
This is a fitting intro for a new section in this site called THE SHORT ORDER. We aren't talking restaurant reviews here but meals that are both satisfying and scaled to fit proportionately smaller appetites. All of that will come, er, shortly.
For now, though, I'd like to impart a little know-how I picked up on a food run today. Let's call it the KIDDIE CART DIET.
Most supermarkets have those scaled down shopping carts; take one the next time you have to do the groceries. They'll fill up easily, it'll necessitate your focusing on quality food items, you'll bring home less grub. Simple, less spoilage, better for hand-to-mouth proportion. Being smaller, you'll need less, anyway. Now put down the frozen pizza, it'll take up space.
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