Cute. But really, eating oneself into a miserable pain-ridden old age is not comparable to healthy eating and exercise in moderation? Sounds like sour grapes to me.
It's a difference in ethos. Is life for optimizing and perfection, a Taylorist treadmill turned to yourself, or is a joy, a breeze?
There's fun ways to have exercise and there's military regimentation. There's allowing imperfection and contingency in life, and there's hammering them away.
In a delicate irony, both attitudes are fully human.
Really if you follow this philosophy its logical conclusion, there’s no point in living at all since you’re just going to die. Which is true in some sense, but also completely vapid and useless.
There's fun ways to have exercise and there's military regimentation. There's allowing imperfection and contingency in life, and there's hammering them away.
In a delicate irony, both attitudes are fully human.