We have many apartment jokes: the poltergeist, the zombies, and the moose boxers, among other things. My cereal has become one of them.
Consider this hypothetical situation: girl grows up in awesome family with loving, super-health-conscious mom that rarely buys anything but Shredded Mini Wheats. Eventually, the girl starts working part time and earning her own money. Occasionally, she uses some of her hard-earned money to buy different kinds of cereal. She's not very ambitious at first, finding it hard to shake off the health-conscious principles she has learned from her mother most of her life. She avoids all the super-sugary cereals in favor of something slightly less rebellious. Sometimes it's Rice Krispies, which everyone knows is just begging for a generous spoonful of extra sugar. Sometimes it's Honey-Nut Cheerios. Occasionally she's bought Fruit Loops and Frosted Flakes.
We're still talking hypothetically here: girl's siblings love the variety they get when their super awesome older sister goes to the local family-owned grocery store and buys cereal. Sometimes they go with her and help pick out the contraband breakfast food. Once they've bought it, the kids' mother graciously allows them to keep it- and eat it. Often, they eat it as fast as possible.
This story is, of course, still purely hypothetical: girl leaves home to attend college. She miraculously lands the best university student job in the world- working for the chemistry department. Also quite miraculously, she is able to find an awesome apartment semi-close to campus and discovers she has (this word is being dangerously overused) awesome roommates. Life gets even better as she realizes she has complete control over what she eats.
She doesn't totally throw out her patient mother's healthy eating guidelines. (In fact, far from it!) But she is now absolutely free to choose which cereal to buy. When she goes to the grocery store, the variety of choice is almost overwhelming. Cereal becomes one of her number one favorite snacks.
I got this bag of cereal on Friday. It was gone by Tuesday.The above story is purely hypothetical. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are completely coincidental.
How did I miss this post? Sorry that by never buying the cereal I made it so attractive. Remember, moderation in all things. One reason I stopped buying the cereal is that you kids didn't know how to stop eating it. I recently learned that one of the problems with eating sugar and carbs. without any fibre is that it blocks the signal from stomach saying it is full, stop eating... basically just a bunch of empty calories that don't ever fill you up. Frosted mini wheats have sugar but they have fibre to balance it out.
ReplyDeleteIt does taste good... I'll give you that.
From an expert:
(I really didn't just do it to be mean.)
Fructose (table sugar, High Fructose corn syrup, etc) is not recognized by the brain the same way that glucose is. In fact, a child (or adult of course) can eat fructose and still think he’s starving. He will naturally move less and eat more because the leptin signals that tell you to stop eating when you are full are not getting the message to the brain. In studies where these signals are allowed to work, the kids naturally and spontaneously started exercising, and their carbohydrate consumption naturally and spontaneously went down! When it’s broken, they want to sit around on the couch eating chips. Their brain is telling them to do this to conserve energy. These kids have no chance of getting their biochemistry to get back to normal unless we can do something about the amount of fructose in our food supply.
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