Meals on Wheels: Nutrition Insanity

This is friendly reminder to take care of the Temple you call Self because God lives in there and you wouldn't want to hurt God. Would you?

Food, can’t live without it. How annoying is that? I am so addicted to food. Every single day, I eat it. Every day, like a junkie I just can’t quit. I admit it. I can’t quit food. It’s heartbreaking. Survival is the gateway drug to eating food. The ever present drive to survive leads every humun down the garden path of eating.

Needless to say, all my life, food is all I think about. Food is my favorite food. And Gods. I think about Gods while I eat food. That is just the simple explanation of my ruling planet, Mercury in Taurus, the sign represented by a fat, lazy dog, placed in the 12th house where one surrenders to Gods. Simple Astrology.

Several things we know about food.

• Animal fats are brain food.

• Carbohydrates are brain enemies.

• Processing turns fresh food into anti-nutrients that kill.

We starved in the 80s because they took the good fats away and replaced them with industrial oils. Then they poisoned the wheat crop with garbage chemicals, which turned bread into a toxic overload for the immune system. They added bromate to the bread. Bromine harms the thyroid gland, so we became obese because our metabolisms stopped working. Iodized salt could not combat the effects of bromine, a super star of iodine thievery.

You can’t live without a functioning thyroid gland and that gland depends on iodine. I allowed a surgeon to cut half of my needed butterfly gland out of my neck, thus rendering me dependent upon tiny white pills made from petroleum in China. Miracles never cease. The miracle was my compliance to “normal” trends in diet and medicine. I have been all too willing to be my own test dummy.

Some health gurus tell us to eat like our grandparents, but that depends on your generation. My grandparents should have been eating like their parents and maybe Granny would not have died of multiple cancers.

I am from the Boomer years. It was right after WWII that waste materials from the war industries were added to foods. They didn’t want to lose money so they bleached engine oils and put them into the food. Heinous modern ingredients were installed into the diets of my Grandparents after World War II. Those included Margarine, Soy Byproducts, and DDT. My grandparents were quite naive about corporate greed.

“Pass the Oleo, Agnes!” The oleomargarine was wrapped in foil. We were modern.

Even Boomers can’t eat healthy like our grandparents because their food had already been invaded. The current grandkids can’t follow the Boomer example because we were raised on TV dinners.

My grandparents were subjected to the cottonseed oil product called Crisco. It was the very first hydrogenated product created around 1900. Evidently the cotton gin machine was too efficient and was making a thick, dark greasy byproduct that could be magically transformed into a tasteless gut-murdering product that could produce flaky pie crust.

It seems that my grandchildren must revert to the diets of their great great great grandparents if they want to enjoy a healthy diet.

In the 70s we learned that low fat diets would be great. So, we stopped eating fat and increased sugar because fat is the vehicle for flavor and the nutrient that makes us feel fullness from a meal, but sugar makes the brain happy so it seemed like a plausible substitute, except for the persistent feeling of starvation. I do recall my stomach gnawing at me for most of my youth.

With all that in mind I cannot help but question this offering for elders with deteriorated minds and bodies. Hospitals are about the same. So the sick and the old, but wait. Doesn’t the school lunch offering deliver a similar quality, or lack thereof? I vaguely remember the nauseous aromas wafting down many hallways from numerous school lunch rooms as

So Meals on Wheels, a well-meaning organization, sends us 5 pints of 2% milk, a fad from the 80s, for old people who need brain food, fat. The low fat craze was the beginning of a rise in obesity and dementia, and still, we persist.

I am fond of the cookie in a plastic bag. So cute. The last thing an elder with dementia needs is a sugar cookie made with adulterated flour. Same goes for the two slices of bromine bread, likewise in a plastic baggie that goes directly into the trash.

Then there is the dried lettuce. The condition of the lettuce is not a problem because we will squirt tasty chemical flavors and oils onto it. Enter, salad the dressing! I have yet to find a standard brand of salad dressing that is not soy based. Why not? It’s cheap! Soy oil is an industrial by-product that requires bleaching, deodorizing and diluting, because when it comes out of the crank case it is thick, black and foul smelling.

The upshot is to Eat Real food and be grateful that you can get it. Looks like real things are becoming more and more rare. We are seeing fake news, watching fake faces say fake words on screens, selling lies about the fake diseases we suffer from because if we just ate Real Food, we wouldn’t have those debilitating conditions.

Tend your Temple. That’s my mantra for you and me, because I am a food junkie raised in the fabulous 50s on every new fangled, plastic wrapped, chlorine dipped chicken carcass that ever was served up on a TV tray. Twinkie lover. Cracker cruncher. Campbell soup slosher.

I didn’t taste Real Food until I was ten years old and we moved to southern Italy. Oh my Gods! So that’s what it’s supposed to taste like. Just sayin’. European food tastes completely different from American. They don’t allow bug spray in the food. They use real butter from cows in a field. The ham melts in your mouth because the pigs live in the field with chickens and the cows.

Funny how that sort of thing sticks with a person, because I left Italy sixty years ago and I can still taste the Gelato as if it’s in my mouth right now. That’s Taurus for you! Taste matters to a Taurus.