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Overeat without ANY consequences? No thanks.

This post is just a quickie as I'm dying from a chest cold and swamped with admin stuff, but I had to share this super weird tidbit with you guys: according to The Independent, the inventor of the Segway has applied for a patent for a new invention that essentially sucks food out of your stomach after you've eaten it, before you can digest it.  The article claims this is an alternative to gastric bypass, to which I say: not only is it GROSS but it's totally opposite the point of weight loss surgery!  It basically encourages people to stuff their faces without consequence, while the point of GB and its ilk is to impose harsh consequences on the patient, thereby (at least theoretically) changing his/her behavior through conditioning. 

Ugh.  Gross.  And how very dehumanizing of fat people to think this is what we need.

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Emily said…
That is SO gross. Also - I thought the inventor of the Segway was killed when he rode a Segway off a cliff (seriously, I heard that).
Anne said…
I remember reading that too! Maybe that was the CEO...?

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