So last night around 11ish, I had a minor food breakdown. After several hours of working my way through Nina Planck's book "Real Food, What to Eat and Why", I threw up my hands in disgust and stomped off to find Oreos, chocolate, and milk. Thankfully my local CVS Pharmacy is well stocked. Mind you, I'm pretty sure that the Food Rule about not eating where you put gas in your car applies to eating where you get your drugs.
So what prompted this journey into the land of highly processed non-food item cookie type product? About 4 hours of reading.
Nina Planck's book is considered one of the major books of the eat real food/slow food/non processed food movement. That right there is where my problem started. I'm not doing this project as an exercise in politics. I'm doing it as an exercise in eating interesting things while exercising. I'm doing this to prove that the people who say you must eat nothing but tofu and bean sprouts or chicken and brown rice are wrong.
I'm doing it because I like food. I've missed having food in my life and I'm tired of being scared of food. I'm doing it because I'm a selfish little bugger. It's about me dangit! Now if it's also got benefit for the environment, local farmers, and the cows, pigs, and chickens, then that's a good thing.
Planck's goal is simple. She's looking to present well researched information supporting the thesis that real food is not bad for you. She's obviously read through a large body of research to help prove her argument. It's a thoroughly researched work. For me, that's part of the problem. Because there's so much research in the book, it's got a dated feel to it. Even though it's only 3 years old, the research continues to advance. I found myself having to stop constantly and think back to check on the state of a study she'd referred to.
The biggest thing that bothered me was the feeling I was being told that there was something wrong with eating non real foods. Now I'm freely willing to admit this is my issue. But my cranky inner two year old was having a bit of a temper tantrum. There was a bit too much, "you should do this because it's good for you," in the work. Combine this with several hours at work stuck near a jackhammer and skill saw tearing up the parking lot, a lack of afternoon nap after a very long and early morning, and you have the makings of an Oreo breakdown.
Interestingly, that breakdown allowed me to do something important. As I sat there at 11pm munching my Oreos and dipping them in whole milk I realized it's been YEARS since I did this. Why? Because whole milk is bad for me and so are Oreos. So I long denied myself this simple occasional pleasure. I had a half glass of milk (say around 4 oz) and four Oreos.
So on one level, Planck did nothing for me. It's probably a good thing I didn't read her book first. Which is a bit of a bummer, because I was really looking forward to reading it. I'll probably try reading it again later in the year. My perspective may change.
I've got 49 weeks to go.