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To: nckerr
If you want to see what makes people fat, follow a fat person (at a discreet distance) in a grocery store.

Odds are, he or she will bypass the fresh produce section, or at most, they'll pick up some onions and potatoes to throw into the pot roast. Green veggies? Nope. Fruit? Well, maybe a couple of lemons for cocktail garnishment, but melons, apples, plums, bananas? Not likely.

They'll stop at the bakery section, of course -- white bread, not whole wheat. And, God knows, at the butcher section. Heavy on the beef and bacon, light on the fish.

Watching them at the dairy case is like watching the Huns sack Rome. Cheese, whole milk, butter (or margarine, just as bad), sour cream. And eggs, of course. Double up on them.

Still, all of the foregoing can be defined as "real food" -- all fine, in moderation, a concept that many find difficult to grasp.

Where the porkers really go wrong is in the soft drink aisle, the chips and snacks aisle, and in the "convenience food" aisle. Rest assured, whether it's packaged, canned or frozen, most products will be full of fat (mostly saturated), sugar, and salt -- because those ingredients are cheap, and, let's face it, tasty (at least to some).

38 posted on 08/02/2006 4:40:10 PM PDT by southernnorthcarolina (Some people are like Slinkies: totally useless, but fun to throw down a stair.)
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To: southernnorthcarolina
If you want to see what makes people fat, follow a fat person

True. I'll see a fat person in the company cafeteria and invariably they choose a breadfast of Biskets Slathered in Gravy and a side of Bacon...with water.

69 posted on 08/03/2006 6:22:29 AM PDT by subterfuge (Call me a Jingoist, I don't care...)
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