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America: Land of the Free, Home of the Chubby

This past holiday season signaled a major paradigm shift in my life.

For starters, I saw the amazing documentary Super Size Me which details the widening of America due to increased portions, increased fat intake and an increasingly lethargic population.

While I’ve always been relatively health conscious, what I saw shocked me. After the movie, I began to do a little digging around and came across some alarming trends regarding America’s health and well-being. My synopsis of what I found is this:

  1. We are completely clueless when it comes to nutrition.
  2. We eat more and move less, choosing the inactivity of our nation-wide TV obsession to exercise.
  3. There are healthy alternatives to what we eat and there is no excuse for our increasing reliance on fast food.

Duhhhh. These are obvious points. But my point is that if it’s so obvious and easy, why do we do nothing about? Why do we slip further into this greasy abyss?

Now for some good news. One of most refreshing discoveries in my internet wide search was Slow Food USA, a not-for-profit organization committed to promoting a return to the table in American food culture.

Their cause is the alter-ego of the eat on the go, eat in your car and do it as fat, I mean as fast as you can mentality that has led to our absolute dependence on fast food and other processed, modified and pre-packaged meals. Instead, what Slow Food envisions is as follows.

People have responded to the growing movement, because they have become tired of buying the same things, eating the same foods and living the same lives. With these interests in mind, our mission is to create a robust, active movement that protects taste, culture and the environment as universal social values. Slow Food programs are dedicated to the mingling of taste, culture and the environment.

Amen to this. In fact, it’s essential that we begin to think differently about eating. I’ve recently read research that suggests that the new trend is that parents will now be able to buy completely different prefab, preboxed dinners for each family member so that the son can have a hotdog, dad can have meatloaf, mom can get the baked chicken and sis can eat mac and cheese and French fries.

And we’ll be able to have our family dinner on the way home from the store in convenient to go containers. I say the hell with that. Give me slow food. Good food. Food grown where I live by farmers who actually tend to crops, nurturing them without hormones or chemicals. I’m a member of Slow Food. And while they may not be the only answer to some of our nation’s problems with diet and nutrition, they are a powerful and growing force dedicated to finding a solution.

Why Do I Keep Eating Pizza?

Pick any night and my default food choice is pizza. I want to know why? Sure, pizza is great. All that cheese, sausage and tangy tomato sauce, that chewy crust. Yeah, it’s divine. I find my pizza palette insatiable these days.

And, as much as I love Chinese food and Mexican food and well, just about all food, I wander back to pizza like that ex-girlfriend who is always around, always up for you coming over to visit no matter how much time has passed and no matter where either of you are emotionally or relationally. I want pizza now and I’m still drinking my morning coffee.

Making matters worse is that I’ll eat any old pizza. It doesn’t have to be from Alfredo’s or Davenport’s (my favorites here in Birmingham), when the craving hits, I’ll sneak into a low rent chain and emerge pissed off that I just spent 15 bucks on what tasted like grocery store private label pizza, complete with cardboard crust and plastic cheese.

Am I the only one who suffers from this?

Note To Self: The Food At Golden Dragon Will Never Get Better

I did it again. I ate at the Golden Dragon Restaurant. When will I learn? The food at Golden Dragon sucks. It will never get better. It was never good in the first place.

So why do I crawl back there every time I get the urge for Chinese?

There are literally dozens of similar Chinese restaurants all over the city. For example, the “Happy Buddha,” complete with large smiling Buddha mascot on the sign, is less than three blocks away. And I have to say that the Happy Buddha looks awfully satisfied up there on that sign, kind of like an Asian “Big Boy.” But no, I keep saying, “Golden Dragon will get it together. The chef had an off night.”

What is wrong with me?

It’s not like it was good for years and then it went down and I can’t shake my allegiance for emotional reasons connected to memories spent with parents or past loves. I’ve been there seven times and every time the food has sucked. Even the fortune cookies were inedible. How the hell does that happen?

So here’s what I’m going to do: place a self-imposed moratorium on all Chinese restaurants for at least two weeks. This will give me a chance to break my habit, sort out my feelings and then, with a clean palette, I can finally give the Happy Buddha the chance they deserve.