I am not Fat Because I Love Food
I’m not fat because I love food. I’m fat because I forgot to love food for a few years. Long hours, frantic dashing and stress made the eat-me marketing of fast food attractive. I bit and the hook was set. After a week or two of regular fast meals, I fell. Twice a week or more I needed my drive-thru fix; ached for fries perfectly perfumed to make me drool; had to have a burger and soda. My wife, loving and loyal, joined me for my habitual trips to the local instance of multi-national food-factory. But, alas, like all addicts, enough was not enough. When she wasn’t looking, I sneaked out for a quick snack. Like a robin drunk on fermented junipers, I fell. Every six months for two years I replaced my pants with the next size up. I ate junk for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I ended up fat.
What mistake did I make? Did I eat too much? Did I exercise too little? Or did I get fat because I let strangers select and prepare my food? I think the later. I do not try to excuse myself from blame. I ate the stuff and I knew, sort of, what I was doing. No, I make but an admittance of error in judgment. My mother showed me how to cook before I was ten. Since, I’ve been learning evermore about the uplifting alchemy of the kitchen. Even the failed experiments surpass, in flavor and nutrition, the mass produced food of the drive thru; food factories where the untrained and mechanical cooks collaborate to artificially scent meals to make them palatable; where light toxins battle the natural toxins of the factory food.
When life slowed down, home-cooking replaced the drive-thru. Not to go cold-turkey, my wife and I ate out two or three times a week, then cut down to once a week, then to less than twice a month. Cooking our own food forces direct contact with ingredients, deciding on portions and control of the preparation. We became obsessed with organic and locally grown produce. Luckily, produce stands and farmer’s markets pepper the landscape here. During the summer, we cook exclusively with fresh, locally grown produce. During the Winter, we look for organic on the labels or use the food we canned and froze during the summer months. I’m still fat, but I feel better and I have energy to follow the only genuine diet for weight loss; the ELEM diet (Eat Less, Exercise More).
I think cooking your own meals is simply a good idea; a way to live a more energized, more fulfilling life. Becoming one of the ad hoc chefs, comfortable in the kitchen; able to create meals from whatever is in the pantry, brings great joy of accomplishment. Always grab the best ingredients available; look for organic when possible and most of all, buy locally. Talk to the producers. Get to know them. Ask them how they grow things, what fertilizers they use, how they keep the weeds down and how they avoid pest damage. Know what you eat because it becomes you. Then enjoy putting a pot on the stove and inventing something good to eat.
copyright 2005 Chromia Poetics





