• Scale

    Hungry for truth, fed up with misinformation

    “Fed Up” is a new documentary from broadcast journalist Katie Couric, Oscar-winning producer Laurie David (“An Inconvenient Truth”) and director Stephanie Soechtig. According to the film’s official trailer on YouTube: “This is the movie the food industry doesn’t want you to see. FED UP blows the lid off everything we thought we knew about food and weight loss, revealing a 30-year campaign by the food industry, aided by the U.S. government, to mislead and confuse the American public, resulting in one of the largest health epidemics in history.”

    The film, which opened on Friday, examines the epidemic of obesity, the soaring rate of people who have (or will someday soon have) Type 2 diabetes, the increase in portion sizes and the additives included in processed food. For example, more than 75% of the sodium Americans consume can be traced to processed and restaurant foods; only a small amount is added during cooking or at the dining room table. Of the 600,000 food items in the average American grocery store, 80% have been spiked with extra sugar. These additives make our bodies crave similar foods, which means we’re becoming chemically wired to want things that make us unhealthy.

    “Sugar in excess is a toxin, unrelated to its calories. The dose determines the poison,” Dr. Robert Lustic, professor of pediatrics at UCSF wrote. “Like alcohol, a little sugar is fine, but a lot is not. And the food industry has put us way over our limit.”

    What’s worse, many of the unnecessarily over-sugared and over-salted items eaten by American consumers aren’t even real food; they’ve been manufactured in labs at big agribusiness firms and processed food companies, and approved for sale by the U.S. government.

    According to USA Today, the thing that’s made “Fed Up” so contentious is “its assertion that much of America’s weight problem is not the public’s fault. Instead, the film takes aim squarely at the snack food industry, which it accuses of getting consumers hooked on processed and fast foods with school tie-ins, deceptive ad campaigns and duplicitous health studies.”

    “I think that one of the ways that manufacturers get us to buy ‘convenient’ foods by making us think it is too inconvenient to buy whole foods, or to put a little effort into what you are eating,” Couric told Rolling Stone. “…This is the first generation that will live a shorter life span. That’s an unconscionable legacy we are leaving to our children. We need to make some changes to our own lives, but also try to demand changes on a much bigger level.”

    I’d never even heard of the film “Fed Up” until I read this story about the underhanded tactics of the Grocery Manufacturers Association (GMA), the food industry’s lobby. Threatened by the movie’s premise of showing how Americans “are being brainwashed at an early age by the food industry, and the power of that lobby to prevent our legislators from making any meaningful changes,” the GMA created a website called FedUpFacts.com that looks eerily similar to the film’s official site. However, this stealth site contains “facts” that are bought and paid for by the food and beverage industry. The GMA even went so far as to buy Google ads for search terms related to the movie — including its title — that would lead consumers interested in learning more about “Fed Up” and their clients’ nefarious actions to FedUpFacts.com.

    While underhanded and manipulative, this campaign is not exactly out of character. These lobbyists seem to thrive on keeping American consumers in the dark.

    Earlier this week, Vermont became the first state in the U.S. to require the labeling of genetically-modified foods. More than 60 other countries already require such labels, but previous efforts to pass similar legislation in the states have been beaten down by the GMA and its wealthy clients.

    Although the law did pass in Vermont, the food and agriculture industries, including the makers of genetically-modified corn, soybeans, canola and other crops widely used in processed and packaged foods, plan to sue to stop its implementation. The GMA has also joined forces with BIO, a trade group whose members include Monsanto Co., Dow AgroSciences, a unit of Dow Chemical Co., and other biotech seed companies, to back a proposed federal law that would nullify Vermont’s labeling law and any other mandatory labeling of GMOs in the U.S.

    The GMA’s position is clearly noted on its website: “Consumers who prefer to avoid GM ingredients have the option to choose from an array of products already in the marketplace labeled ‘certified organic.’ The government therefore has no compelling interest in warning consumers about foods containing GM ingredients.”

    That’s right. Consumers don’t actually need to know what’s in their food. They should just assume that anything not already labeled contains genetically-modified ingredients.

    When big business (and their lobbyist minions) try that hard to bamboozle the public, my bullshit meter goes into the red. So should yours.

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  • Rhododendron bush

    Earth laughs in flowers

    The night-blooming cereus is the comet of the floral world, the vampire, the queen of the night.

    Known as the selenicereus grandiflorus, the night-blooming cereus looks like a dead bush for most of the year. But for one midsummer night, just as darkness falls, its stunning white flowers open to the applause of stars. The blossom emits an exquisite scent that reportedly resembles sweet vanilla and warm gardenias. Then, when the evil sun rises in the morning, the flowers close and disappear.

    This amazing plant tends to grow in desert climes, so I’ve not had the good fortune of viewing its one-night-only appearance in person. Others have, though, and were kind enough to share the event online:

    Closer to home, I’m thrilled to experience a similar show in the early spring. The large plant in front of our living room window, which I’m told is a Rhododendron bush, blossoms for only a few days each year. Soon after the peepers begin singing for mates, the bush will burst into delicate purplish pink flowers.

    During this short spell, it is not uncommon to see large, fat bumblebees flitting from blossom to blossom, gathering nectar and pollen and taking their riches back to the colony. Since bumblebee species are on the decline, I’m always happy to see these creatures return to feast on the bush’s bounty.

  • cake

    Quote of the day

    “When I was growing up, I thought all cakes started in a cake mix box. If there was a cake to be made in my house, I was pretty sure Betty Crocker had something to do with it.” –Lu Ann Cahn

  • medicine bags

    In which I paid complete strangers to cut my husband’s neck

    Yesterday was Operation Day. Not fun.

    M was recently diagnosed with hyperparathyroidism. Per the Mayo Clinic:

    Hyperparathyroidism is an excess of parathyroid hormone in the bloodstream due to overactivity of one or more of the body’s four parathyroid glands. These oval, grain-of-rice-sized glands are located in your neck. The parathyroid glands produce parathyroid hormone, which helps maintain an appropriate balance of calcium in the bloodstream and in tissues that depend on calcium for proper functioning.

    According to the docs, this problem occurred because one of M’s grain-of-rice-sized glands had an adenoma (noncancerous tumor) on it. Best course of action? Surgical removal. So early yesterday morning, we drove more than an hour north to Mary Hitchcock Memorial Hospital, the only teaching hospital in New Hampshire.

    As far as hospital experiences go, this one was pretty good. The place was immaculate and quiet. Most of the doctors and nurses were both competent and caring (one was more competent and cocky). And the waiting room staff kept me updated on the surgery’s progress (via beeper).

    M was a real trooper, though. Over the course of several hours, he was poked, prodded, drugged, anesthetized and then cut open and stitched back up. He’s home now and in bed recuperating, but it looks like someone took a garrote to his neck.

    As for me, I held up my end of the “in sickness and in health” vows. I maintained my composure during the drive, admission, the pre-op tests and procedure — but lost my cool when I visited M in recovery. Just seeing the man I love hooked up to a bunch of machines measuring his vital signs and completely out of it from the anesthesia made me burst into tears. I guess I was so focused on the surgery that I never really allowed myself to consider the aftermath. Thankfully, the moment passed quickly and I was able to resume my wifely duties of hand holding and ice chip feeding.

    While I’m thrilled the operation was a success and we were well cared for, I’d like to avoid going to another hospital any time soon.

    Or, ever.

    Photo by Nuiiko. Used with permission.

  • Orange flowers from yard

    A short-term attempt at positivity

    “Happiness is an attitude. We either make ourselves miserable, or happy and strong. The amount of work is the same.” – Francesca Reigler

    In an effort to be more positive, I added this item to my “Year of Firsts” list: Avoid saying anything negative for a whole day.

    Generally I’m not a negative person. I revel in the daily joys and fly high whenever fate throws grand moments my way. When difficulties occur, I do my level best to weather them, though not always as gracefully as I would like.

    I’m also trained to be an unbiased observer, taking in details and conversations and actions without judging the environs or participants involved. It is only later, after the event is over and after the story is written that I really take the time to process what happened. In the past, I would lose myself in the dark of a movie theater and decompress while praying to the gods of cinema, or wander the stacks of a used book store or library, searching for answers and adventure. Now, I generally turn to my animals for a few moments of affection, and to M for feedback, insight and consolation.

    Despite my nature, training and coping mechanisms, completing this “first” was no easy task. For on the night I decided to launch the experiment, so many people and events tried my patience. When these moments irked me to the point of exasperation, I remembered the goal and bit my tongue. In my head, however, I was engaging in a full-on Yosemite Sam tantrum.

    So what did I learn about myself at the end of the night? Two things:

    A) No matter how much you try to control things, the world will occasionally throw a wrench in your plans, anger you to the point of white hot fury and leave you disappointed. How you deal with these situations is what matters (and what others will remember).

    2) I must make time every day to count my blessings. Even just for 60 seconds. Doing so helps keep me centered and focused.