Yesterday I debated the importance of joy and sensuality in food against the idea that food is only fuel.
And today, I feel vindicated by the following study:
Women who included high-fat dairy foods in their diets had less risk of anovulatory infertility.
Of course food is fuel; I don't advocate eating french fries and cake all day. Well, not every day.
However, to feel guilt for choosing a regular potato instead of a "superfood" like a sweet potato, or to always shun peanuts in favour of almonds, 'cause almonds are "better for you" takes away the spontaneity and joy of eating. What if you just feel like eating peanuts? Doesn't our own history as a species indicate just how well the body can survive on limited staples?
Sure, I'll add brown rice to my diet - but I won't give up white rice. And I fight the creeping guilt I feel with all the so-called "nutritionally empty" foods. I grew up with white rice and I was a pretty healthy kid. I believe in moderation and seasonal eating, and above all, enjoyment of food. So go out, have that full-fat yogurt or chocolate shake and think of me.
This is hypocritically pomegranate sorbet, but it's the only photo of ice-cream on my computer.