Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Knowing Too Much for My Own Bad
A few years ago I started reading food labels. Back then that didn't create too much confusion on my part, however, since most of the information was indecipherable - diomethyklene, this and caroetalide, that - who knew? So I could munch merrily on my way, none the wiser. Life was more fun back then.
Then some wise-acre at the FDA decided the eating public should actually know what they were eating. These busybodies just couldn't leave bad enough alone and thought the rest of us should know what we were putting into our bodies. Oh, phooey.
Next the restaurants got into the act and started putting the caloric content of each and every entree right on the menus, in plain sight. Oh, please, how how are you supposed to enjoy ordering a great big cheesy, gooey whatever, when you know it is going to involve consuming about ten thousand calories and enough fat to put your triglycerides into the stratosphere?
(Please hand me two Lipitors with a Mevacor chaser.)
I went into Applebee's the other day, ready to sup and sip to my little heart's content; but after perusing that darned overly informative menu, I had to scroll down to my fifth choice before I could get something under a thousand calories. It was mostly vegetables that had been grilled in vegetable oil - no polyunsaturated fats for this girl - and then whispered upon by a bare flavoring of beef. Oh, shucks!
Oh, and what about your good old American staple, one of your basic food groups, soda pop? Everyone ought to have a couple of those a day, and I often did, until about five years ago. Then some Nazi-nutritionist published something about how you could drop a penny into a glass of cola and it would dissolve the thing - and then the same guru encouraged you to contemplate what it was doing to your stomach lining. Shoot!
And that said nothing of the sugar calories in the intake of regular soda. So I switched to diet cola and began to limit myself to one a day. I was told to avoid "drinking your calories". Doggone it anyway.
Shortly, thereafter I stumbled into a Weight Watchers meeting (run by a true convert with all the enthusiasm of a midget cheerleader - and the discipline of a Stalag 13 commandant) and learned about portion control. I pretty much felt like my whole eating life had been usurped completely beyond my control at that point.
So here I am, earlier this afternoon, contemplating having a snack. There was a small bag beckoning me from the cupboard, labeled Cheetos, if you must know. But before I could even open it, my inner food-conscience ( I call her Shalli - shall I have this or shall I have that ?) nudges me to have an apple instead. So I did, and it wasn't half-bad. But it wasn't a Cheeto either.
So after the apple I allowed myself 10 Cheetos (portion control) which only contained 80 calories and a half a percent of cholesterol. I chewed slowly and tried to savor them, washing them down with non-sweetened iced tea.
I tell you, these days I just know too much to enjoy being bad. I don't what what is going to happen to me, but it cannot bode well when I tell you that two days ago I did the previously unthinkable. I had a sandwich without the mayo. What is the world coming to?
I don't want to find out. Do you?
Here's hoping your cholesterol is under control and your portions are too. But if they are, I hope you are having more fun with it than I am. Until next time ...Marsha
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From robert-7000ft, my cholesterol is 170 so I guess I am not concerned with calories but mostly the sodium and sugar levels but non seem to make a difference in my 100-67 blood pressure even after a ton of coffee at ihop this morning and pancakes. I eat a piece of pie for breakfast and oatmeal along with a handfullReplyDelete
of raisens, a fig bar, some chocolate mints and 2 cups of coffee every day. PS: I still look at the calorie count, what for, mostly for my wife who has to watch her food more closley.
Isn't it a darn shame? Life is too short to be restricted on our intake but the alternative to a short life (no life) is not very attractive either. I'm not on Lipitor yet but hubby is so we try to keep the fats down. The sad thing is junk food is cheaper than healthy fruit and veggies here in Aus anyway.ReplyDelete
Reminds me of one of my favorite sayings: "Moderation---even in moderation"...ReplyDelete
Robert - The rest of us envy you! Pie AND breakfast at IHOP? Not that's the life. :)ReplyDelete
Diane b - maybe the universe is trying to tell us something, when junk food is cheaper than fruits and vegetables?
Clint - HUmmm - I'll give that some thought.
By the way: robert-7000ft does not take any medication. I take some vitimans and 1 Aleve for arthritis. 7000ft is my favorite elevation. I hikeed at that elevation a few weeks ago with no difficulty. My wife did fine as well but it was only 1 mile up and 1 mile back. Went to the ocean today. My wife Nita really loves the sea.ReplyDelete
You are just too funny.....I love the way you describe our battle with food and labels.....Unfortunately, I am in the same boat with you.....I am having little to no fun with my eating but then I tell myself do I want to wear a tent or regular clothing.....so I guess I will continue reading the labels and complaining about it.....ReplyDelete
Thanks for a great post....
Thanks for saying -- very well -- what I've often thought. I agree with you that sometimes there is just too much information. We try to eat healthily, but once in a while a Krispy Kreme calls my name and I would like to enjoy it guilt-free.ReplyDelete
This was too much fun, Marsha! I'm staying at my daughter's and she is healthy so my meals are guilt free and she started serving us on smaller plates! Hooray!ReplyDelete