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The Pay-Rant Trap

Monday, August 9th, 2010

I need to vent some ire for a moment.  There seems to be a movement happening these days towards more healthful options available for purchase.  And I love this.  I think it’s great.  I’ve done a lot in the last few years to try to improve my health situation in general, and the more I find out about all the crap that’s out there and how nasty it can be for you, the more I sort of shudder at how long it’s taken us to realize that.  I think there’s a kind of complacency in numbers.  …We all kind of figure that if everyone is doing it, it really can’t be that bad, right?  And surely if it was somebody would have caught on to that and stopped it.  Like smoking in the 50’s, I guess.

Anyway, new products good.  But I have reached the stage where in addition to reaching for the “healthier option” products, I then turn them over and take a glance at the label.  And holy crap do I want to strangle merchandizing executives sometimes.  The number of things out there that are clearly designed to appeal to the health conscious but are completely devoid of any redeeming qualities is disgusting.  I feel so sad for all of the people who are buying this stuff, clearly because they care about their health, and are getting taken.  Bah.

The first thing to really steam me up was lip balm.  I am a chapstick addict.  I will admit this.  I have been through twelve step programs, in which I spend the first six steps breaking free of my dependency, and the following six running right back.  I have a tube within reach of pretty much everywhere I figure I will ever be.  There is one in the living room, one in the kitchen drawer, one in our entry way, one in the office, one in the bedroom, several in the bathroom, two at work, and at least one tube in every purse or handbag I own.  And if I’m leaving the house without a purse, the one thing I check whether my husband has with him is lip balm.  I have varied through different brands in my time.  Sometimes my lips will start to build up a resistance to my current favourite, and I will have to change in order to get the same effect.  You know.  Like crack.

Anyway, unfortunately for me, a while back I happened to catch part of a TV show on the negative health consequences of beauty products.  And in addition to avoiding face powder like the plague except on special occasions… Well, okay, in addition to now cringing a little on the rare times that I would bother with face powder anyway (the newer minerally ones have got the same tiny particles in there as the stuff miners wear masks to keep out. …Because otherwise they’ll develop severe lung damage. …Like the kind they’re starting to find on women who’ve been using this stuff for a while.  Ack!), I had my stomach turned a little at the image of exactly how much petroleum the average lip balm or lip gloss wearer is swallowing every year.  Picture a giant tub of petroleum jelly.  Like that.  Ick.  That can’t be good.

So I immediately went to the store to replace my stuff with the natural, non-chemically versions that are supposed to be okay to eat. …If one wanted to do that.  And I was totally disgusted.  I flipped over package after package that was boldly labeled “NATURAL!” or “ALL ORGANIC!” or “MADE FROM REAL BEESWAX” or had pictures of leaves or hemp or recycled products, or something eco-friendly on the label.  And the first or second ingredient in all of them was petroleum.  Often the ingredients list looked exactly like the other stuff, except the very last ingredient would be token amounts of beeswax, or rosemary, or some plant oil, or whatever it was they were claiming the product was based around.  Even “Bert’s Bees” was actually made of petroleum.  WTF??  In the end, I found only two products that seemed to actually be as natural as they appeared to be from the outside, one of which was manufactured by a major company (which surprised me), and the other that was on clearance because it had already been discontinued.

The other thing that really gets me is some of the “vitamin waters” out there.   …Which seem like a really good idea until you flip over the label.  Some of them seem to be moving towards more transparancy (in information, not colour. …which I don’t have nearly so many strong feelings about), which is great, but others not so much.  First off, they apparently don’t actually have to list the calories like every other beverage because they’re calling themselves a “natural supplement.”  Which is shifty because they’re super sweet and probably more calories than the cola beside them.  What really gets me, though, is that some vitamins just don’t taste good.  They don’t.  In fact, some of them taste downright nasty.  And the manufacturers have discovered this.  But rather than leaving those vitamins out, they’re putting in completely negligible amounts of them and brandishing the contents across the label.  On the last road trip I took with my husband, we stopped at a gas station to pick up drinks, and I flipped over a bottle designed as a supplement of B6, B12, and potassium.  I’m kind of low in both B12 and potassium, so I figured I might as well get a little extra where I can.  I take a B12 supplement every day.  It has 1000 mcg of B12.  This bottle listed something like 20.  Alrighty then.  The B6 was even more pathetic.  Which makes sense, because B6 tastes like shit.  But just leave it out then.  Don’t put in the tiniest amount possible and then proudly say it’s in there.  The only thing it had in it in high quantities was potassium.  In fact, it had seven times the maximum amount of potassium that a multivitamin is allowed to contain.  Because too much potassium can kill you.  But it tastes okay.  Great.

Which brings me to this morning, when in a moment of kitchen-related boredom, I flip over the box of green tea bags I bought and read the ingredients.  The box is plastered with its flavonoid content and stuff.  Clearly they’re trying to appeal to the health-conscious.  First ingredient green tea (I hope so).  Second ingredient corn maltodextrin (…the fuck??), followed by….sugar… (there is sugar in my teabags??), followed by maltitol (which I have never heard of, but sounded shifty. …A quick Google search tells me both that it’s a sugar substitute, and that there are some issues with it), and then the flavourings and fruit-related stuff.  Seriously?!??  In a TEA BAG???  I checked the other flavour I purchased, and it seems just fine.  So do my other teas.  But seriously, I never would have guessed that I needed to check the label on a teabag.  I will apparently be doing this from now on.

In the mean time, at least I know what I’m getting into with this Lipton Superfruit green tea.

Yeah.  Malodextrin in my teabag.  Super.

“So we quite enjoyed your manuscript. Do you happen to look angsty in coffee shops? …Oh. Maybe next year.”

Thursday, June 24th, 2010

So I was thinking about flags the other day.  Specifically about how there are all sorts of crazy rules about things you can and can’t do with the American Flag, and what happens when they get worn out.  Isn’t there a commune somewhere or something where old flags go to retire?  Anyway, then I got thinking about religious items.  What happens to tapestries of Jesus when they get too ratty?  Could one throw a figurine of the Lord in the trash?  Burn him in effigy?  How does one dispose of religious items if one is a very religious person?

(…Unlike me, who doesn’t to my knowledge own anything I wouldn’t toss into the regular trash can.  Maybe the compost if it’s special.  In a baggie if it’s liquidy and thinking about escaping.  But that’s about as far as I go.)

Today, I’ve been realizing that weight is a very relative thing.   …And not in that “drop a feather and a brick” kind of way, but more in the sort of way of “drop me, and then a previous version of me.”  This time last year I was at my lowest adult weight.  …Which probably shouldn’t be an achievement, but I’m as much a victim of social pressures as anyone, and so it was.  It was exciting to be down that low.  It was a triumph over all the years of struggle and distortion and foolish undereducated attempts to kick those extra pounds in ways that actually made things worse.  It was a nice “up yours” to all of the stupid unnecessary stress since my beanpole frame tripled somewhere in my early high school years.

I’m not sure why the weight loss was so much easier this time, except that I stopped trying to be so crazy extreme about it.  I removed the immediate timelines and made it my goal to get there eventually.  However long that took.  I stopped making any changes that I didn’t think I could live with forever as a permanent lifestyle change.  I learned roughly how many calories are in the things I eat, but didn’t set any crazy low temporary targets like I have in the past.  I started eating a lot more during the day.  A lot more.  But that meant that I no longer got those cravings in the evening so bad that it was either find a piece of cake NOW, or gnaw off my hand.  I stopped keeping sweets and treats and indulgence foods in the house, because I discovered that if they’re there my brain CANNOT stop thinking about them.  And constant thoughts of chocolate don’t do much for staying away from it.  Before any indulgence, I weighed whether I really wanted it, and stopped beating myself up so much for it if I decided I did.  …Although I also corrected my tendency to think that somehow once I had crossed the line of unhealthy eating, it didn’t matter how much I did on the other side and might as well get my money’s worth while I was over there (Dang.  Shouldn’t have eaten that cookie. …Well, this day’s ruined.  Might as well have the whole bag now.  Why did that ever make sense??).  I learned that my body really does get sincerely addicted to certain foods, and that sometimes I needed to hold out long enough to detox.  I came to terms with the fact that I loathe intense exercise, and while I really do want to get my heart rate going eventually for long term health benefit, I was unlikely to stick to any sudden and intense workout plan for more than a month.  But I don’t mind walking.  So I walked most days.

I also started originally with the knowledge that I was getting married in a year.  And of thinking when I first tried on the dress I had purchased that I wasn’t entirely sure whether or not I fit into it.  That’s one heck of a motivator.

And who knew?  Being consistent with the little changes really did add up for me.  It was…completely surprising (I really had struggled for the fifteen previous years).   But nice.  …Except for the wedding dress part, which as it turns out when I was done needed to be altered smaller to within an inch of its life.

I say all of this because I need to remind myself of it.  See, coming off of most of my medications triggered cravings like you wouldn’t believe.  And when the only thing that brings any relief from one’s constant nausea is eating, one tends to eat rather continuously.  And apparently sleeping away several months of one’s life (except for mealtimes!), isn’t the greatest way to tone and condition.  Who knew?  At any rate, over the course of the past year I have lost almost all of the progress it took me the two previous years to gain. …Or technically gained what it took me two years to lose.  You get the point.  I am back where I started again.  And that sucks.

I’m not a big girl.  I have, at times, been a bit on the curvier side, but I don’t think people would have ever described me as a large person.  My body mass index is sometimes towards overweight, but that’s partly because I’m short and am carrying half my body weight in arm and leg muscles (I have no idea how that happened, by the way.  They’ve always been like that.  Clearly I missed a calling somewhere.  In…lifting things, I guess.  Should’ve been a Thing Lifter).  The battles I’ve had with weight have mostly been with the same 15 – 30 pounds.  But they’re my 15 pounds, and they make a big difference to me.

So it’s been kind of demoralizing to have lost so much ground.  More so because last year when my new weight seemed surprisingly stable, I intentionally shrunk all my clothes.  Seriously.  The only clothing I have that fits me now came with an elastic waistband.  Plus, since the medications make my stomach inflate like a balloon after eating (and they really do – I look at least seven months pregnant after meals), I’m limited in shirts to the couple of things I purchased in that year in which all new clothing looked like maternity wear.   I’ve had to pick up a couple of extra things to get me through, but we don’t have the budget for a whole new wardrobe, especially when I would ideally like this to be temporary.  So I have a few shorts, and a few shirts, and they all look pretty much as cheap as they were.

It’s tough feeling good when on some level my clothing now sends me the message that I’m not worth anything better (and even though rationally I know that’s not the reason, I think I’ve underestimated how much that’s seeping through).  It’s challenging to maintain a positive physical image of myself when every few weeks I pull out something I’m in need of to see if it fits yet and can’t get it past mid thigh.  I don’t think I would even mind so much being this size if I had clothing that fit me, but having a whole wardrobe of clothes that I’m too fat for just seems cruel.  Thankfully I couldn’t shrink my formal dresses, so in case of a black tie event I’m good to go.  Just don’t ask me to come to a barbeque.

Anyway, I am attempting today to recognize that it’s really only the comparison to how I was a year ago that’s getting me so down about my weight.  There is nothing really wrong with the way I am right now (aside from the sometimes-inflated stomach, but there’s nothing I can do about that).  If I had never been thinner, it wouldn’t be so bad.  So yes, I would like to get back there eventually, but I’m going to try not to torture myself so much.  I rearranged my closet today so that the things I can actually fit into are separate from the rest.  I debated packing away anything I can’t wear right now, but I think it would just look too sad.  Still, it’s a step in the right direction.  And if I’m still this size in a couple months, I’ve decided that I can accept that and invest in some more permanent clothes.  This is a change, but not a failure.

And at least for today, I actually believe that.

Also, I’ve discovered that sitting with my laptop and a mug of tea makes me feel like a writer.  That seems like the sort of writery thing writers do.  That, and look angsty in coffee shops or sit on porches tucked into the forest.  I guess that’s why I haven’t written any books yet.   I’m sure publishers ask about that sort of thing before they’ll take you on anyway.

Likewise mildew-flavored ice cream

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

I’ve been trying to experiment with more health-conscious foods, with the secondary benefit that fringy organic products make me feel a little like I must be calm and centred if I’m eating this.  I have, however, discovered via my brief foray into green tea yogurt that plant-based flavors apparently register to my brain as mould. …And secondarily that mould-flavored yogurt probably wouldn’t be a big seller.