*screencap of a tiktok by @sarahinyellow featuring a lightskinned person sitting at their laptop with a bag of potato chips and a bottle of diet coke*
“diet culture will demonize any food that isn’t “clean” but EVERY food can have a benefit for you
Diet Coke is somehow the only thing that stops my migraines, and it reminds me of my best friend. Cape Cod potato chips are my go to salty snack and I live 10 minutes from the factory, so they make me feel cool.
Food is more than fuel. It’s memories and satisfaction and tradition and home and culture.
There’s nothing evil about that.”
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Cool factoid; studies show food that makes us comfortable -regardless of “dietary value”- has better absorbtion rates. The study took people from significantly different culinary backgrounds (I believe the one I read about took a man from norway and a woman from the phillipines, could be mistaken) and had them eat their comfort foods. This showed a high absorbtion rate.
Then they switch the meals, the man got the woman’s comfort food and vice versa. There was absorbtion, but it wasn’t as thorough as before. Then they took the comfort foods and blended them into a paste and gave the subjects their respective meals. Even though they knew this paste was their favorite food, the absorption was still lower than it had been when they could recognize it.
So food isn’t just about “clean” or “unhealthy” its about nourishment, and sometimes that means diet coke and cape cod, and other times it means a fat fuckin salad with your favorite toppings. Eat what fulfills you. Nourish yourself. You whole self.
Because my focus is a very heavy irregular boulder rolling down a uncharted hill and when it comes to a stop I got a snowball’s chance in hell of shifting it at will.
“When/will I continue that story?”
Ask the boulder, it’s down a ravine somewhere down thataway.
BTW for anyone too lazy to do the math a wage of $125 a day works out to about $15/hour for an 8-hour workday so….. someone in 1923 definitely had a vision of the future
summer of indulgences. takeout for dinner two nights in a row. glass after glass of cold peach juice. scratching mosquito bites for the sensuous pleasure of it. climbing past the point of my fingers giving out. taking the long way home. gently pressing the bruises on my heart just to feel the twinge
I hate the “Oh ur posting without tags? how is anyone supposed to find ur post🥺” warning shit tumblr does now. the hand of god will deliver me unto others
When my kiddo finally decided (at age 20) that it was time for (most of) his enormous Lego collection to go, it was a gut-wrenching moment for me (goodbye childhood!). However, we used this service, which was simple and hassle-free.
