It’s morning and I’m imbibing a beverage that has no
nutritive value. I only hope it won’t
cause me harm, as it’s a beverage that slides down my gullet with
regularity. Of course, today’s poison
may be tomorrow’s panacea. This is one
of the amusing ironies in the medical arena.
Every 10 years or so, it seems that what was felt to be medical dogma
gets tossed out by a new set of studies, which will be reversed a decade later.
Remember when every peri-menopausal woman was advised in the
strongest terms to take hormone replacement to protect her bones? That was then...
As to our diet, these recommendations are also subject
periodic mutations. Butter in. Butter out.
I am presently planted in what can safely be regarded as a
fast food establishment, where in a single meal, one can exceed his daily
caloric need. With my fidelity to
personal responsibility, I don’t blame the establishment for the free choices
that its patrons make. Some years ago,
Burger King (BK) was sued by parents who demanded justice (read: money) blaming
BK for their kids’ obesity. If you
suspect embellishment on my part, open your browser in a new window and search
for this judicial absurdity. Afterwards,
take some antacids and return to this post.
I won’t divulge the specific restaurant I am in presently,
as I don’t want this to serve as either as an endorsement of a specific restaurant
by a gastroenterologist, or as repellent considering the politically
incorrect food choices that I routinely make. I will only divulge that I am feeling rather McHappy at this moment, and
trust that this opaque reference will not be sufficient to disclose my
location, although discerning Whistleblower readers might be able to crack this
enigma.
Meanwhile, Europeans are galloping off in anger as their
precious beef has been horsed around with.
Yes, their beef has been surreptitiously fortified with horse meat,
which I’m told ‘does not taste like chicken’.
The silver lining here is that a horse pain reliever (phenylbutazone)
has also been detected in European meat,
which may bring some relief to arthritis sufferers who are eating
shepherd’s pie and beef lasagna.
Escaping from European Butchers
A report was just released by the Hudson Institute that showed that restaurants that
offered lower calorie options sold more food and beverages than competitors
that continued serving lard glazed delicacies.
One of the study’s points was that these establishments offered low
calorie delights, not as a promotion to create wellness buzz, but in response
to market forces. In other words, menus
were adjusted to conform to consumer desires. In other words, businesses will sell what we
will buy.
I’m not against corporate societal responsibility, but their
mission is to sell goods and services legally and to cash in. If we disagree with a particular corporate
culture or deem a product to be frivolous or injurious, than we are free to
hold on to our cash. I’d rather that the
choice of what I can purchase be mine.
People often ask for personal references from folks who are insiders. Ask a chef which
restaurants he likes. Ask an athlete
which personal trainer can fashion a six-pack from jiggling and sagging abs. Ask a doctor who his doctor is. So, what does this gastroenterologist eat
regularly? Surely this response will be
a road toward nutritional nirvana.
Whistleblower Food
Choices
Item Frequency of Ingestion
Probiotics Not deliberately
Diet Soda Twice daily
Vitamin Supplements Never
Red Meat Mmmmm, say the word…
French Fries Never enough
Greasy French Fries See above response
Ice Cream Upon
awakening
Seaweed Only during ocean swim
Steamed anything Never willingly
Fried anything On call
What kind of nutritional example am I setting? Hard to say. Ten years from now, the nutritional standards may be a mirror image of what today’s wellness playbook advises. A recent obesity study, for example, published in the Journal of the American Medical Association concluded that modestly obese individuals live longer than those with ‘normal’ body weights. Today’s heresy may become tomorrow’s gospel.
So, in 2023, when nutritional gurus are pushing fries, fast
food ,a doughnut a day and a milkshake chaser, will I be regarded as a pioneer
who was ahead of his time, or a crackpot charlatan who drank diet pop and tried to serve up Kool Aid.
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