FYI: the title of this post is from a skit I want to do with my cabin one week. It's a line from a catchy jingle that's repeated and repeated, into insanity. It's a gem of a performance though! But irrelevant to this post.
FYI (#2): Mean Bean Monster Energy Drinks are simply the BEST THING EVER MADE for human consumption. Seriously, the are the bomb.
So the other day I was reading this magazine from a few months ago, and came upon the scariest, but coolest article. In the last like, 10 years or so, there has been a dramatic spike in diseases among women. I believe they were auto-immune, but please don't quote me on that. Anywho. There were sky rocketing rates of disease/conditions that could be basically summed up as disorders where the body attacks itself, or fails to produce something or other that it vital to function. Conditions like Type 1 Diabetes, Leukemia, and MS were listed as the top diagnosis, including Crohns, and numerous muscle degenerative conditions. The scariest thing though, is that specialists were attributing these things to the diet of these young women - a diet lacking in fibre, full of enriched flour, diet soda, and sugar-free crap. So basically, a (stereotypical) normal diet of a mid-20 year old woman. AH! It's frightening that my daily intakes of Diet Coke could be as helpful for system as chugging a bucket carcinogens straight up. Seriously though. How can I protect myself, from myself? The world out there says 'Be skinny - eat skinny!', yet the 'skinny' products are the killer themselves, not the fat I may be avoiding. So what shall I do?!
At camp, eating is healthy is tough. We are fed delicious pancakes, oozing with strawberry sauce. Lunch time boasts fries of a curly nature, with coleslaw and ice cream on the side. Then Tuck, which is a fat boy's dream, makes an appearance. Two selections from the 'junk food' menu does pretty much any one over. 'How many chocolate bars shall I have today?' 'What will go best with my Dr. Pepper?' 'How many Skittles can I eat in one sitting?' From here on in, the belt needs to be loosened. Or taken off, for that matter. A solid dollop of mashed potatoes accompanied by rivers of gravy fill whatever gut space you may have saved. But the desert? That finishes it off. Not to mention a bed time snack... wowzer. If you weren't feeling 'rolly-polly' by noon, you sure are now.
FYI (#3): If you've read up to this point, registering every world I've rambled about, congrats! I'm glad I'm entertaining someone for at least a moment or two of their day. :)
Just cause I live at camp doesn't mean I have to be a slob. Skipping out on ham slices is probably better for me than not, and avoiding that Diet Coke in the mid afternoon will have it's benefit. It's just a matter of my head. Am I taking these facts seriously? How much does my future matter to me? To what extent will I go to make sure I am healthy for as long as I can? I'm an adult now, but I do wish I was a kid. I wish my mom would make these choices for me, and I wouldn't give my diet a second thought. Alas, I am an old fart now, and with that comes choosing what I will shove into my system. I'm sitting on the fence right now, envying the world of midnight snacking with reckless abandon, and pondering the field of lean meats and veggies with a curious eye. Hopefully I'll commit myself to one side or the other. Not saying making a choice is easy, but the research does show that eating 'skinny' will kill you faster than being fat. Hopefully I can come up with my own balance though - allowing myself a few vices while kicking Frap's and their man-made comrade's out the door for good. Time will show, however, what side I choose to be loyal too. I just hope mine doesn't run out!
FYI (#4): I HATE TAN PANTS! ( but I love you Mom! And not just sometimes, but all the time.)
Cheers,
D.
1 comment:
excellent read Danielle - you have the gift of writing for sure! And I think you look awesome in 'tan pants"!! love you, in spite of your lack of tan pants!
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