Sunday, 13 September 2020

What if I never feel like having potato chips again?

That seems to be in the realm of possibility these days.

After so many weeks of eating WFPB foods, with only some S from being SOS and flour/nuts free, I noticed the packet lying on the coffee table, fresh from the favourite Hot Chips fellow in Kammanahalli. And I could not resist. But after chomping on just a few, perhaps 50 gm worth, I started feeling sick. It was as if the oesophagus had been coated with STALE oil. Thinking it was an aberration, the next day I tried to finish a small box of jowar biscuits - home-made, organic, etc - and I thought I would puke; earlier, this would be tasteless, now the first 3 or 4 felt like heaven and then it started going downhill. Then the neighbour sent over a plate of SOS+flour+seeds stuff - Mysore pak, assorted murukku, laddus - all my favourites. I gave away all the sweet stuff to Maya without a passing thought (is it wrong to give to others what one knows is terrible for the body, or does their value lie in the receiver’s/beholder’s eyes?) and then, that same feeling again, this time from the murukkus.

For those confused with the acronym peppered across, it’s Salt-Oil-Sugar.

I am salting my food and adding a tsp of sugar to the blueberry-apple-banana-millet-soy milk bowl. But I still seem to be doomed for health.

Kalyug is finally upon us.

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