The Polish diet works
From the Daily Princetonian: The Poland Diet: The dish on American cuisine from overseas by Isia Jasiewicz
This summer, I ate full-buffet breakfasts, three-course lunches and three-course dinners every day for a month: huge slabs of pork, piles of potatoes, creamy vegetable soups, meat-filled dumplings, cheese-filled crepes, bread loaded with butter, heavy cakes, sweet tarts. Nothing was off-limits, and I didn’t make a single trip to the gym. But somehow, I lost weight. How did I do it? The simple answer: I was in Poland.
I can see why you might not believe me. But it’s true. I go to Poland every summer. Every summer, my grandfather force-feeds me homemade cakes. And every summer I come home slimmer. True, I do more walking in Poland than I do here, and living in a Warsaw apartment with no air conditioning makes it easy to break a sweat. There’s also the fact that in Poland the bigger meal traditionally takes place in the middle of the day rather than in the evening, giving you more time to burn it off before you go to bed. But the most important reason I can come up with for the success of the “Poland diet” is surprisingly straightforward: The food is just more natural there than it is here.
We’ve all seen the exposes on the American mass-production of meat, so you probably know that American cows and pigs raised for slaughter are fed growth hormones and antibiotics. Fruits and vegetables, meanwhile, are sprayed with all sorts of chemicals to make them look perfect. And then there’s genetic modification. Did you know that fish DNA is sometimes added to tomatoes to make them last longer?
Now, I’m about as far away from being a biochemist as a fish is from being a cucumber, but common sense tells me that human beings are designed to eat what’s available to them naturally. Digesting artificial hormones, insecticide residue and bizarre genetic creations simply cannot be right.
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In Poland, you’d be seriously hard-pressed to find an organic vendor or a health-food store anywhere. There’s no need for them. Lining the streets of Warsaw are hundreds of tiny produce stands, bathed in fruity scents, with handwritten cardboard price signs out front. Sometimes my parents and I buy a box of raspberries, and we have to be careful as we grab each berry to make sure there aren’t any bugs in it before we eat it. The extra step is worth it, though. The lack of insecticides can’t keep the fruit flies away, but it does preserve that juicy, tangy taste.
The grocery stores in Poland sell huge slabs of fresh meat, and, of course, an endless variety of kielbasa, and you can rest assured that those sausages are coming from delicious Polish pigs that have been raised on small farms eating scraps of grain and potatoes. Even at the cafeteria of the Jagiellonian University in Krakow, where I ate every bit of the multi-course meals included in my meal plan this summer, the sweet cream that topped the potato pancakes came from real Polish milk from real Polish cows. My parents say that the food used to be even better; Westernization and globalization have made some farms in Poland turn to America’s mass-production methods. Fortunately, though, a lot of the food in Poland is still made the traditional way, and it’s a good thing, because the same factors that make it delicious also make it healthy.
I can attest first hand that it works. In my first two trips to Poland I lost about 45lbs. I attribute it to different eating habits, most especially the eating schedule, walking and using public transportation, and that the food was natural and fresh each day.
No one I knew had huge refrigerators, just small ones to hold a few things. Everything else was purchased fresh daily.
Reminds me of growing up in New York! We had an “ice box” for food storage and a “window box” in cold weather. Food was prepared fresh each day (no such thing as frozen) and I remember the many fruit & veggy stands lining the streets. The “push carts” were everywhere! Sure there were flies and bugs but we lived and grew and had large families and life was simple and natural. Ah! The good old days!
In Buffalo we had the Clinton-Baily Market (not to be confused with the Broadway Market).
You had to get there early to catch the farmers as they brought their products to the wholesalers. A little later in the day you would catch the hucksters (they’d also drive the local neighborhoods).
Fresh fruit, veggies, and Dunkirk Smoked Whitefish. A bit of heaven on earth. Eating that fish would bring a picture of Jesus and His disciples to mind…