“Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.”                         ~Doug Larson

 

When I was a kid, food was rafts of lemon and hard boiled eggs slices floating on Grandma’s brandy-laced  mock turtle soup at her long dining room table on Christmas Eve

Food was wieners and beans sliding around on turquoise Melamine plates  on Saturday nights to give Mom a night off of cooking.

It was Sunday brunch, fried eggs basted with bacon grease by my aproned father.

It was a shared Golden Delicious apple, peeled and quartered by my grandpa.

It was Girl Scout Stew and s’mores around a campfire at Camp Butterworth.

Food was something I used to leave on my plate when I was eight and all elbows and knees.

doughnutI recently had a conversation with my doctor that was sprinkled with words from the medical lexicon like “triglycerides,” “BMI,” “glucose.” and “chubby.”  The conversation that has a subtext:  You will not live long enough for your children to change your diapers. Food is different now that I am suffering the health consequences of foolish consumption for over  six decades.

When I was a kid, before the FDA came up with the Food Pyramid and My Plate, before God created kale and quinoa, there were  four food groups.  For me, there are still four food groups.

The first food group is THE POISONS.  This group is comprised of all the foods people universally agree are bad for you, but delicious:  Fritos, chips, buttered popcorn, cheesecake, fried butter, bacon, Oreos, French fries, and M & Ms.  In the good old days, when I was blissfully unaware of this food group, I forged friendships over extra cheese pizza, won my boyfriend’s heart with chocolate chip cookies I sent to Fort Dix, and cured insomnia with hot chocolate.  Now, if I eat one bite of pecan pie, I feel like I should go to the ER for an antivenom injection.

The second food group is THE MEDICINES  This group includes foods that everyone agrees are not necessarily gooooood, but are good for you.  Even chubbies grudgingly admit that they should sample more frequently from the MEDICINES—apples, legumes, pomegranates, brown rice, and flax.  The more noxious the food, the more likely it is that it’s in the MEDICINE GROUP.  Medicines make you feel worthy, self-righteous, superior, and gassy.

The third food group consists of THE AMBIGUITIES.  You can’t immediately say whether they are poisons or medicines before asking relevant questions.  Oatmeal?  It’s a medicine if it’s “old-fashioned.”  Milk, the kind that flows like syrup—that’s poison.  Blue milk, with 0% fat, is most definitely Medicine.  Olive oil?  Uncooked, it’s medicine; cooked, it’s not poison, but just neutral, like Switzerland.  Wheat bread?  Only if it’s whole wheat is it medicine.  Peanut butter?  The creamy kind in the jar, the kind that forms a second skin on your palate, is full of oil and sugar and salt ( the elixers of life to my way of thinking)?  Poison.  The medicinal version of peanut butter is all peanuts.  I get it at a health foods store where they grind the peanuts right before your eyes, and the finished product comes out in ribbons of tar.

The fourth and final group is THE CONTROVERSIALS..  While your cholesterol, blood pressure, and glucose hang in the balance, “experts,” all of whom look wan and sad, debate about these foods.  One camp says they’re medicines, while the other says they’re poisons.  Salmon, hailed for its good fat (and don’t we love the sound of that) is condemned by vegans, and there’s the concern about pollutants in the farmed variety. Experts caution us about  the iodine content, which some think  is best reserved for boo-boos, and the mercury, the cool (and toxic) stuff we used to play with when thermometers broke.   “That big juicy chicken breast is packed with nutrients, but voluptuous chickens are also packed with hormones which can induce early puberty and give toddlers acne.  Females should have a lot of milk to avoid osteoporosis, but some research shows milk makes you fat, not strong.  In the span of my lifetime eggs have been declared good for you, then bad for you, and now they are on the “good” list again.

I met with a scrawny dietitian who suggested, not a diet—oh no—but rather a “nutritional adjustment.”  As a result, I now attack my dinner plate like a conscripted soldier, waging war with battalions of triglycerides and squadrons of sweets, armed only with my self-control and my new-found knowledge of these four food groups.  Oh, how I long for the good old days.

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