campbells tomato soup

Now. You know I've been toying with the idea of adopting a sustainable, organic, local, and ethical diet, which thus far I have yet to follow through on simply because it requires conscious effort and I am lazy. However, after reading this article, I am seriously considering throwing all canned and processed foods out with the trash. Or at my sister when she's in bitch mode.

The problem for me is not so much the fact that the curry powder or cinnamon I use may have bug bits in them - after all, a little bit of dirt is healthy, sterile food is bad for the immune system and all that - but that, as the writer asserts, "we don't really know what we're putting into our mouths". For all the ingredient lists and ticks from regulatory agencies on food packaging, we don't actually know much about what is inside that microwave meal. Chances are, tongue-twisting chemicals and plant/ animal derivatives couched in scientific terms make up half the list, obscuring the true nature, sources, and usage of these 'ingredients'. And by extension, the effects they have on your physical and mental self. More disturbing than this is that the use of these ingredients/ chemicals is approved by the agencies (USFDA being the no. 1 culprit) we look to for nutritional guidance.

The verdict: cut down (if entirely eliminating is not possible or practical) on packaged and processed foods.
Sigh

omifuckingod

this one - such a bastard. so much for being friends when you can't be there for me the one time I ask you. I could be a grown up and pretend it's alright but you've done nothing to deserve decent treatment. this is you being pushed out of my life. bye now.

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Melburn tomorrow. Hope to restore my appetite there. Strangely I haven't been hungry for the past two days. I've been eating around friends, not because I'm hungry but because it is expected of me. Dinner last night was after having an apple and coffee for lunch (not by conscious choice, there was a lot going on). And despite the intrigue of a fluffed-up piece of roti canai (think an irregularly shaped ball made by someone who has never seen a ball) and the first roti in months, I ate it with a semblance of enthusiasm. Because I was supposed to.

The same thing happened at lunch today. C and I shared a panang curry and pad thai at one of the best places in Sydney (conveniently close to home too) and I just pretended to be hungry. Dinner was a few strawberries because they needed to be eaten before I left. Nothing in between but a latte. Still not hungry.

Here we go again.

In less than 24 hours Dubya's successor will be known. I'm going to miss G W actually. The gems he's come up with are priceless. You could put a dyslexic with tourettes on stage and he still wouldn't be able to top G W. ah good times.. (if at the cost of international regard and basic competence)