Mom, can we have Dunkaroos? No. Doritos? No. Teddy Grahams? No. Katie and I suffered through school lunches with our carrot sticks, raisins, and apples. I bargained mercilessly for anything sweet. Katie and I once snuck a packet of cream cheese out of the fridge and hid in the back yard gorging ourselves in a fit of desperation. The sickness that followed has never allowed me to look at cream cheese the same way. Once, I snuck a bag of chocolate chips out of the freezer. I hid them in the drawer of my desk for weeks, treating myself whenever I so desired. When a mouse had clearly been nibbling ’round the edges, I ate those as well.
What makes us desire junk food so much? Aside from a reward system as a child (therapists can weigh in here), it’s an addiction, a terrible need for processed sugar and chemicals. It’s horrifically unhealthy, and incredibly common. Katie and I love this book called Skinny Bitch. Don’t let the title scare you away, one of the first things they mention is how the title was created to sell books, not to in fact be a bitch. And for all you gentlemen out there, they now have a book for men called Skinny Bastard, including, among other things, how diet can affect your ding-dong (their words, not ours).
The book tells the reader to be vigilant, and not trust anyone when it comes to your health and diet, whether it be a doctor, friend, whatever. Gather knowledge, then form your own conclusion. Read often. And never say never. Experiment, use common sense. If you’re eating a lot of garbage and chemicals, it seems reasonable there might be inexplicable results, such as migraines or autoimmune disorders. If you’re a victim of migraines, depression, or low energy— take a look at what you’re eating.
So the point of all this: read the book. It’s really funny and interesting to the person who exists on a 21st century diet.