They say slow and steady wins the race, but that’s a lie. Fast and quick wins the race - just ask Mo Farah, or Frankel the racehorse for that matter. They got to where they are by being speedy. But if your interests extend further than the racetrack, fast and quick isn’t necessarily all that great. As far as I'm concerned, there’s something to be said for the celebration of slothfulness, and sloths I’m sure, would be inclined to agree.I’ve often wondered which animal I’d want to be if - come reincarnation - I was given the choice. While at first glance, the lion or the tiger might be seen as good options, personally I’m more attracted to the languid lifestyle of the sloth.
Nothing is ever a rush for Mr. Sloth; every part of life is there to be slowly savoured, chewed over, leisurely appreciated for what it is. The sloth doesn’t know what rushing is.
So many things nowadays are done at high-speed. Instant. There is no time to experience the moment as we rush from one thing to the next. Instant messages, Instant access ISAs, Instant soup and instant gratification. Fast cars, fast food, fast men and fast women.
Where does it come from, this obsession with everything quick, fast and flighty?
There are plenty of people who could do with some slowing down. Signs on the tube warn that rushing down the escalators results in thousand of injuries every year.
And the mobile phone manufacturers could do with an injection of some sloth genes so that they don’t bring out a new model just after I’ve bought the previous one.
Anna Soubry, minister for public health, has urged people to get back to the simple pleasures of cooking and eating their own meals. 
“We consume television programmes about cooking, all the books, but we don't as a nation, any more, cook,” she said. “Eating is also about talking and enjoying food and sharing food.”

While her argument is primarily concerned with the problem of obesity, there is a more general truth to be learned too – that our lives will benefit from slowing down our approach to mealtimes.
Take a more measured approach to your dinner - prepare it yourself and savour it slowly - and it’s likely you will see the benefits next time you take the escalator.
Carry on eating junk food, and your life will progress at its breathless, hectic, unfulfilling pace. Carry on eating ready-made supermarket burgers and your life will gallop off so fast you won’t be able to catch up with it, much like the rippling horse muscle it’s made of.
After all, you are what you eat.
But what if you really don’t have time to cook, I hear you cry. What if you have no choice but to eat quick and easy junk food? What if you love the taste of those burgers?
Then you’ll have to write to the supermarkets and petition them. Pressure them to change the recipe.
Ask them to swap the horse meat for sloth. That should do the trick.