When I am not on a mission, I am like an unguided missile. Without proper planning it is just about impossible to eat sensibly in the United States. I know that you know what I mean. If you decide in the evening that there is not enough time between events to cook a meal, the chances that you will be eating wholesome local food instead is very slim.
We went to one of the nicer shopping districts in Kansas City the other day, and we picked one of the nicer restaurants down there to eat at. I bought a sandwich and had a Coke. What was in the bread besides flour? Well, it was awfully pretty bread, so there were undoubtedly dough conditioners and other artificial ingredients. There were french fries that may have been just potato, but they were very crunchy, so there were extra ingredients in there as well. I don’t have to say a word about the Coke. All it had going for it was ‘real’ sugar. That means that it only had the normal amount of fructose in it, not the ‘high’ variety that has so many people excited.
When you eat right two out of three meals a day there is some leeway. Eating like I just described one meal, maybe every other day, is not going to make you fat or unhealthy. That is unless you happen to be one of the millions of people that has a reaction to one of the dozens of artificial ingredients I ate. My own reaction to may day of indulging in bread, sugar and frankenfoods was that I sweated all night which alternated with freezing. I couldn’t get to sleep until around midnight, I lay there totally alert. Occasionally I would pull the sheets up to see if it would make me sweat again. I tossed and turned.
The next day I craved sugar. Sugar is an addictive substance, and you will be looking longingly at sweetened things for a couple of days after a binge day. I did. The very next morning a vendor at work brought in sweet pastries. I resisted them, I am happy to say. I did eat the last half of the sandwich from the restaurant at lunch. Waste not, want not.