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INGRID C DURDEN's avatar

I have not used seed oils in 17 years. I eat hardly any fried food, only when it is served and I cannot get anything else. Neither sugar nor grains cause obesity I think, otherwise all Europeans, great bread eaters, would be obese. Of course, with food being served everywhere, it is easy to get over weight. Every end of year, I gain 6 or 7 pounds and then struggle to get them off by next November.

I wonder if it is not a combination of many different causes, rather than just one, and the constitution of every one person. I know people who eat 3 times as much and weigh nothing, and people who eat close to nothing and gain weight.

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Several years ago, I came across some article on one of the health forums, I had just joined. The article was primarily regarding the production of seed oils, canola oil specifically, and how detrimental to the human digestive system, and overall health. It was a time when I then began to read every single package I brought home, picked up at the deli, and so forth.

It was a very disappointing time, to say the least.

At the very same time, I had discovered, through a chance of fate, and through trial and error, that I was poisoning myself, on a daily basis, with a product I had eaten, nearly every single day of my life up until that point, coming from a single (working 3 jobs) mom, with 4 boys situation, having, essentially, to fend for myself with regards to eating, dressing myself, and attention to schoolwork, all of which, Mom simply didn't have the time to help me with. Heck, at 13, I could so easily ruin a bunch of white clothes in Mom's washing machine, with a single pair of red underwear, I considered myself a tie-dyeing expert on the side, at age 14.

So, about a decade ago, I had several digestive issues, that although seeing several doctors, and eventually going to a DO, all of which did nothing for me, my wife accidentally pushed me to figure out what was wrong the entire time. Luckily for me, I have a wonderful wife who simply forgot to buy my favorite, lifetime food, and I went several weeks without up until that fateful day, I opened up the cupboard, and

"It was back ! Woo hoo!", mentally I exclaimed !

Skippy super chunk, PEANUT BUTTER.

So being the ravenous fool of a caveman Tonga that I claim to be, I ripped open that jar of Skippy, took a huge tablespoon, scooped out a heaping, hunk of loving goodness, and let my gluttony take the best of me. Feeling satisfied, I closed up the jar, praised my lovely ball and chain for restoring the cupboard back to it's intended glory, and went off to my day.

Then....

15 minutes out the door, I was about 3/4mile from home, I felt this overwhelming grumbling in my belly. Feeling that this wasn't "good", I spun my worktruck around, and went back home to "investigate" the issue. Not saying much, I entered my house, and beelined to the downstairs toilet, where I rested my uneasy queasy self, and waited. Waited, but NOT uneventful.

The pain started shortly after I sat down. It was up near my sternum, at first, and then progressed southwards, moving east, then west, then east then west, and so on, and so on. The pain increased with each horizontal pass across my mid section. Almost 20 minutes later, nearly in tears, the exodus of my issue found it's way to the watery grave, and my pains slowly, but eventually subsided.

I took a shower after that, being a giant sweat ball of nervousness generated pain and discomfort.

After feeling somewhat human again, exiting the shower, I swore off all peanut butter from then on out. That lasted 6 months.

So being the inquisitive little child, inside, almost 6 months to the day, dreaming on a regular basis of that yummy, gobbly gook of delicious peanuts and creamy heaven, I decided to "Give-er a shot Wilber", once again. Oh, it didn't go well.

The first experience of having those pains, paled by comparison. Same scenario, same amount of time, but the pain levels increased to the Carol Burnett point of life (read what Carol Burnett thought about giving birth pains, to understand), and my wife holding the phone in front of me, telling me she was calling an ambulance, all while the tears ran down my face, chin and shirt.

Luckily, it passed.

I have never touched commercial peanut butter again, since. Never will.

Hydrogenated oil and my internals do not go well together.

I still read every package, and I severely limit anything that has any type of seed oil in it, to this very day. THis, as I'm sure you're aware, is by no means, and easy task in itself.

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