As a person with a chronic illness, who believes in the healing power of diet, I spend a lot of time thinking about what I ought to eat: specific foods, food categories (fruits, starches, FODMAPS, etc.) and macronutrient ratios. I've read a lot about the rationale behind such food choices. Although I favor paleo, low-carb, and ketogenic style diets, I take issue with some of the statements. Statements like:
So I mentioned in one of my first blog posts that I was about to go on a low-carb diet. I've eaten a paleoish diet on and off for ten years including phases where I completely rejected a dietary approach to healing and ate whatever I craved: fast food, wild food, the whole gamut. That nutritive promiscuity didn't appear to serve me (what's the opposite of orthorexia? orthomania?) and starting in 2014 I resumed eating a pretty strict paleo diet. In 2015 I gradually began eliminating even more things that I appeared to be sensitive to like eggs. Next, I cut down on the sweetest fruits and starchy vegetables and then finally all fruits. So these days I eat meat, nuts and seeds, fats, and non-starchy vegetables. It has been an ultra-slow process of refinement.
Obviously I'm not dieting for the weightloss. I'm dieting for health. I hate being on a special diet. I'm no snob. I want to eat everything. I want to drink a quart of raw goats milk and then get a reuben and a chocolate shake from the Arby's drive through. I want pizza and buffalo wings dipped in ranch dressing followed up with abowl of acorn-maple pudding. God, I love food. Pretty much all of it from the most preserved shit like Smore's poptarts (I can't type that without wanting to run to the gas station to find some) to straight from nature stuff like raw salmon belly sashimi and steamed nettles. I've called myself a "variety addict" and a "weird foodist". That person who gets the sea urchin or the quail fetus or the brains? That's me.