So we had some friends over for dinner tonight, all of whom I’ve known for 30+ years. One (let’s call her C.) has been trying very hard recently to lose weight: she’s always been an active person (horseback riding, etc.), but she eats like crap much of the time (lots of prepared foods, ice cream, etc. and she doesn’t cook AT ALL. When I was last at her house, her parents brought over some brats to grill, and were commenting that the asparagus made it a well-balanced dinner).
So I commend her for trying a lot harder over the past year: she joined a health club and has been working out at least 3 - 4 times a week, on top of her usual horseback riding, taking care of essentially a small farm, and running around after 2 little boys, and has cut out sweets and refined sugar entirely and cut waaaaay back on the carbs, which are her main weakness. She lives 50+ miles away, and I’m not around her all the time to see what she eats all the time, but she says she’s made drastic lifestyle changes, and she knows they must be good for her in the long run, but she just hasn’t been able to lose much weight. She is overweight, but she’s always been a generally large person, maybe 5’9" and stocky in the sense that she has thick legs and thighs (in part because of the exercise) and had them even when we were 15 and skinny. I wish I could get her to cook healthy food, but she detests cooking at all and lives on prepared foods except when her husband makes something simple. To me, that’s the real battle.
So dinner was cucumbers and cherry tomatoes with tzatziki; mixed green salad with homemade walnut oil/shallot/Dijon mustard/balsamic vinaigrette; grilled lamb chops marinated in pomegranate juice, garlic, and mint; basmati rice pilaf with chopped pistachios and herbs; and for dessert, a little tray of baklava and some homemade mango/peach sorbet with raspberries. C. loves rice, and had a bunch of salad, some lamb, and a fairly big pile of rice, but no dressing on her salad (not because she was dieting, but because she has never liked dressing on her salad). When we got to dessert, she said she was avoiding sugar so she’d skip the baklava, but I told her the sorbet was almost entirely pureed fruit, which it was - maybe 1/2 c. sugar for a quart of sorbet, just to balance the lemon juice I used to keep the peaches from browning, and the rest was nothing but fruit. (She had a quite modest portion.)
So dinner was fairly well-balanced, but not insanely low-cal or low-fat: I suppose we could have skipped dessert entirely, eaten brown rice instead of basmati, and with less butter, and grilled a lower-fat meat, but it wasn’t crazy unhealthy either, and everything was made from scratch with no prepared foods (except the baklava, from a local bakery that bakes from scratch daily, unless you consider Dijon mustard or plain unsweetened yogurt to be prepared foods) and no preservatives other than salt (and not a ton of that, either).
That was when another friend, H., piped in that the sorbet was basically like eating sugar because fruit is basically sugar. Huh? Nobody at the table was diabetic or had any specific medical reason to avoid fruit entirely, and H. hadn’t said anything about the rice, which, well, is basically a big pile of carbs with some fat, and some herbs for color. We all started talking about healthy diets, what is a part of one, and such, and I swear you’d think fresh peaches and mangoes were poison from the way she was talking, not better for you than the Haagen-Dazs that C. had given up entirely after eating (by her own estimation - I hope she was exaggerating)! a pint a day of it for years. Anyway, thankfully the subject was changed eventually because that conversation was nuts. And who was the most overweight person at the table? The one going on about how fruit is nothing but sugar!
So tell me, folks, moderation is OK, right? Fruit isn’t poison in moderation, right? I’m not going crazy?