My World Has Been Rocked

I'm always open to ideas and research that impel me to improve my life. I've been very lucky, especially in the area of food, to have come across several books and films that have changed me for the better. The short list includes:

Print:
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver
Ominvore's Dilemma and Food Rules by Michael Pollan
What to Eat by Marion Nestle

Film:
Super-Size Me
Food Inc.
King Corn

And now, I suspect I'll be able to add the film "Fat Head" to the list. This film essentially rebuts the premise of "Super-Size Me"; in this documentary, Tom Naughton sets out to demonstrate that eating fast-food for one month straight is not as detrimental as stated in "Super-Size Me". At the end of the month (in which he'd had mostly McDonald's), Tom Naughton actually lost twelve pounds and had better cholesterol numbers than before the experiment. Following on the tail of that shocker were some equally disturbing ones about grains, the USDA, fat, sugars, etc.

Watching that documentary has turned my culinary world upside down, so I am now reading Gary Taubes' "Good Calories, Bad Calories" (recommended by the same friend who suggested the Naughton film). Hopefully, that will begin to make sense of this upheaval and any ramifications that result.

I am reeling. I hope to post more later.

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