Blaser: Modern food feels like a steady diet of nothing

Randy Blaser
Randy Blaser

I love food, which you can probably tell just by looking at me.

It’s a lifelong love affair, yet I didn’t always look this way, which my doctor describes as obese on my chart.

The funny thing is, for the past 20 years, I’ve tried to eat right. No soda or at least diet soda only. No sugar in my coffee, no butter, no fats and so on. I’ve gone from 2 percent milk to 1 percent to skim.

And despite this change in diet over the long term, I am heavier now than I have ever been. What gives?

I am convinced that over the last 40 years, food that has changed more than anything.

I’m too lazy to bone up on the issue, so I’m going with my gut, so to speak. My old college roommate is a farmer, and his wife insists that modern food processing and farm factories are killing us.

I like old movies and old TV shows and thanks to YouTube it is easier then ever to watch. Everyone was a lot smaller and thinner back in the 1960s. Totie Fields was a 1960s comedian who made a living poking fun at her weight. Her jokes don’t sound that funny anymore because she just doesn’t look that fat compared to people today.

So I’m thinking of going back to a 1960s diet. I’ve heard of South Beach and the Paleo diet. So why not the ’60s, when everyone was so much thinner?

I drank soda back then, but only in 8-ounce servings. That’s enough, isn’t it?

And I ate plenty of fruits back then, but only in season. Fruits just couldn’t be preserved to be shipped all over the world all-year round. Carrots came in bunches, not bags.

Maybe the preservatives they put in foods today are killing us?

Shopping was different, too. A shopping excursion for my mom meant stopping at the butcher, then the fruit and vegetable stand and then the bakery. Today, everything is available at one convenient place, thanks to food processing and preservatives.

I was at the grocery store yesterday, trying to decide what free range and cage free chickens meant and why they cost so much compared to other chickens and thinking maybe I should just raise chickens. I turned the corner and saw a new bottled drink billed as filled with anti-oxidants.

That’s when it hit me. We eat one thing and put the poisons in, and take something else to get the poisons out.

That’s when I decided to chuck it. I went to the dairy case and put real butter in my cart and a gallon of whole milk. As soon as I finish this column, I’m going to the bakery.

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