tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274693753746594.post5370807575405216400..comments2007-10-13T10:34:28.017-07:00Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08341012923993473537jeffrey.rice@ricehomefitness.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274693753746594.post-11773793171478009752007-10-13T05:47:00.000-07:002007-10-13T05:47:00.000-07:00The thing about food is: that's why I exercise. I spent most of my childhood and about half my adult years on a very restrictive allergy diet. I'm just not willing to do any other kinds of food restrictions. (And because of the allergies, I learned early to read labels; I don't eat out because it's too difficult, and usually I'm a better cook than they are; I don't eat packaged food because food dyes and preservatives are some of the things I'm still highly allergic to.)<BR/><BR/>As long as I get regular exercise, I can eat what I like, and as much as I like (a lot), and maintain my weight and my cholesterol level.<BR/><BR/>Mary Anne the dog-lifterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7171274693753746594.post-57692990013216822812007-10-12T14:51:00.000-07:002007-10-12T14:51:00.000-07:00<I>What's the point of living longer if you can't eat the yummy stuff?</I><BR/><BR/>The essential fallacy here is that everyone thinks the same things are yummy. I've been steadily cutting junk from my diet for two decades and that stuff honestly no longer tastes good to me. I can taste the preservatives and the grease coats my tongue and gives me GI upset.<BR/><BR/>To me, the correct question is what's the point of living if you're just going to fill your body with carcinogenic crap that tastes like a chemical factory and makes you sluggish and constipated?bunnygirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04938134750150653386noreply@blogger.com