Doug Losing Weight

I continue to be more disillusioned by what the “market” offers us as food.  My wife who does most of the shopping does very well, and when I eat at home I think I’m getting pretty good stuff.

But when I’m away, and I need to eat, I find myself quite confused.  Here’s an excerpt from another blog:

But it all started really many years ago when I would walk through the aisles of my local grocery store and just always have all these little alarms go off — this sneaking sense that 80 percent of the food stuff in the grocery store was really somehow non-nutritive poison. I’d think, that box of cereal there tastes kind of good but always kind of makes me feel lousy, or that can of soup there doesn’t really taste like a good meal should. I’d look at rows and rows of “groceries” and walk up and down each and every aisle with micro-explosive panic attacks going off in my head that something just wasn’t quite right here, vaguely remembering how much of this stuff ultimately never really made me feel all that good and always thinking that something seemed wrong with this picture spread out like a false wonderland before me. Many times I would walk out with nothing and remain hungry and confused. It’s just I felt like every time I ate this or that packaged thing, I would still feel hungry or like something was missing. I often dreamed of home-cooked meals of a fine roast and vegetables or a baked chicken (you’d think I would’ve rented a clue) but indoctrination and laziness always caused me to look the other way for some pre-packaged food stuff I could quickly throw in the microwave or eat immediately (even though I cooked professionally for five years!). It started becoming a sort-of personal, secret torment. And I could never lose that extra twenty or thirty pounds no matter what I did, no matter how hard I pumped the bicycle or barbells.

Years later, I came across a journalistic expose by Gary Taubes, “Good Calories, Bad Calories”. Something about Mr. Taubes’ massive tome convinced me that he was about to crack it wide open. Here was the empirical evidence re-sampled and free from the maws of corporate grocer lobbies, political influence and self-interest. Really, people like the Inuit can eat whale fat and NOT get fat and die (so to speak)? When I finally got to the last chapter that revealed Taubes’ conclusion, I was so startled that we all had been so misled for so long by the lie of the ridiculous “food pyramid,” and the erroneous concept of “low fat,” etc, that I felt like “Neo” after he had taken the red pill from Morpheus that psychologically revealed the construct of The Matrix (“take the red pill…and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes”). It has really felt like that, your eyes suddenly open and you look around and see mankind with all sorts of modern ailments like diabetes and simple reoccurring illness like the common cold and the flu, so to speak, getting fatter and unhealthier eating all kinds of junk and processed stuffs masquerading as fuel when the reality can be so much different. Others can say this better than I can.

Read more here.

I’m not sure there’s a giant conspiracy, I think we’ve become complacent, willing to take the easy way, willing to accept what TV tells us.

Now, where do I find the truth?