I am getting really f’ing tired of food paranoia. Absolutely everything, except a few roots, leaves and seeds from the forest primeval, is bad for you.
The preachiness and the food police type attitudes are bad enough but what I really hate is how this stuff gets into my head. I resolve to ignore it all and just eat sensibly but then I go to buy groceries and I can’t keep from thinking about the latest set of “rules” we’re supposed to follow and I feel like there’s nothing I can buy that’s safe. So I just buy what I always buy and worry that I’m bringing poison home to feed to my family.
I alternate between, “The advice will change again next month so just ignore it,” and “There must be something to this; they can’t be completely making it up.” The people who put this stuff out there think they’re doing a good thing. They’re being helpful. (Sometimes I think that the crusader types don’t actually want to help; they just like the feeling that they are being helpful.) But, damn… it seems like no matter what you do it will never be good enough.
I used to imagine myself having a vegetable garden and growing maybe 50 to 70 percent of what we eat but I run into some problems with that. One, I don’t have a green thumb. Two, we don’t have soil; we have rocks. Three, we have a lot of veggie munching wildlife. Four, the annual drought. Five, my family doesn’t like most vegetables. All of those, except for the last one, (and possibly the first one) could be overcome with a lot of work, and truly I have nothing better to do, but I would still have to go to the grocery store every week and buy a lot of Really Bad Stuff. We might be able to live on nothing but beans and tomatoes (if I could even get those things to grow) but my guys would rebel and go to Pizza Hut.
I know I could just not read those stupid articles but it’s everywhere. I see the headlines whether I want to or not. I hear about it on the evening news. Packages of pasta shout in bold lettering about omega-3′s and fiber. People repeat what has been preached at them, spreading the food gospel in the checkout line. You can’t get away from it. I don’t know about you folks but since I can’t win anyway I’m going to have another chili dog. See you at the hospital.