Ron’s Potato Turd Breakfast
My old buddy Ron. I ran into him recently at a breakfast place, after not having seen him for years. He’s forty or fifty now, and Ron is fat. Hate to see it, hate to say it, but there it was. Big gut hanging out, can’t miss it.
I noted this sad state and sent him love, in place of judging him for letting himself go to pot. Pot-belly. So typical of us these days, unfortunately.
There is no reason for it and there is no excuse for it, as being even 10 pounds overweight is known to be detrimental to health. Fat is just pretty much the accepted norm today. You hit whatever age, and you gain weight. You don’t have to and you shouldn’t, but we all know that’s just the way it is.
As Ron and I catch up on each other, I cannot help noticing what Ron is eating. It is part of his breakfast and he picks it up to eat it. It is one of those god-awful processed slabs of what was once called hash browns. Today they come in a flash-frozen slab, as uniform in size and shape as a Twinkie; they even look like a Twinkie. The term potato turd came to my mind.
Because that is pretty much what they are, a worse than nothing food. It will pass through Ron without much nutritive value at all, as much as his miraculous physical body will do its best to wring every last drop of nutritive value out of it. There just aren’t many nutrients in it.
What his body will wring out of it is the fattening oil it is made with and the oil that it is deep-fried in. Processing and deep-frying have transformed what was once a healthy potato with a fair share of vitamins, nutrients and fiber into this nightmare food Ron was ingesting.
I couldn’t bring myself to check the rest of what Ron was eating. I didn’t want to, and I didn’t need to, because I know what this famous food place serves for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was drinking water, which is all I had there, including at the meeting I had before I met Ron.
The bottom line of this story is that Ron and I are traveling different paths. Ron, this is my belief, just doesn’t care. Hasn’t educated himself. Like most people, he hasn’t learned that what we eat and drink are the most important things we do every day. And they are.
For Ron, like most people, if that potato turd and the rest of his meal were as bad as I say it is, they could not be sold to the public. Ron is wrong. It is that bad and just like cigarettes, it can indeed be sold, and the herd-like public mindlessly buys and consumes them.
It is up to the public, us, to educate ourselves. It is up to us to put only the finest possible fuels into our bodies. Whole, fresh, natural foods, and that’s all.
It’s not hard. If I can do it, anyone can, including Ron. In the meantime, Ron is fat and I am not. And it’s mostly because of what he eats, pure junk food, and what I eat, whole, natural foods, premium fuels only.
