body

I am sitting here, munching on my breakfast of cereal flakes. No milk, no yogurt.

Why? Well, I’ve realized that eating my breakfast at work saves me a lot of time in the morning, time that I can redirect towards the cause of sleep (I couldn’t call asleep until 2 last night, so every additional minute this morning was particularly appreciated). I fill a container with cereal and go.

This morning I arrived at the office to see that we are out of milk. Disaster! I can’t even go out to buy some, because I am the only one in, and I must stay dutifully at my desk in order the guard the premises from the hoards to petty criminals waiting to get in and steal our laptops.

I noticed a cup of blueberry yogurt in the fridge. Assuming that no one would miss it all that much, I took it out and began walking to my desk to pour it over my cereal.

But I couldn’t.

As I walked down the hall I began to read the ingredients on the package. Actually, that’s not true, I didn’t actually read them because the only way the manufacturers could fit the names of the several dozen ingredients – most with names well over ten letters long – onto the package, was to make the type miniscule.

I felt sick to my stomach. The jar of yogurt that is in my fridge at home has exactly two ingredients listed on it: whole milk, bacterial cultures. The cup I was holding in my hand contained many things, but no yogurt.

I am completely socked at what we’ve allowed corporations to tell us we should eat. I am shocked that anyone would eat what was in that cup.