If you think I’m obsessed with sugary drinks, mega-salty fries, and fat-soaked foods, you’re right. If you think I’m obsessed with Joe’s love of donut holes, you’re right. I’m obsessed with the junk food wars.
But today I’m troubled. I’m deeply troubled that courts overturned New York’s ban on massive sodas, ensuring buckets of poison are readily available to our children, with each massive cup providing the sugar of four or five candy bars in liquid form. The judge called the law “arbitrary” and “capricious.” Countless others protested that Mayor Michael Bloomberg has tried to legislate a “nanny state.” Well, fine, if you think curbing soda sizes is a bad idea I challenge you to come up with a better idea, because we can’t keep selling our kids poison.
It’s my own personal battle with these toxic foods that has driven me to tell my own story in my upcoming book, Obsessed (Weinstein, out in May.) It’s a battle I go as far as to call an addiction.
Why? Well, I’ll let my book do the talking:
Our biology makes it hard to say no to junk food. We’re hardwired to go after the concentrated energy in high-calorie fats and sweets.
“We’re simply not genetically programmed to refuse calories when they’re within arm’s reach.” That’s what Thomas Farley, New York City’s health commissioner, told New York Times columnist Frank Bruni. Bruni makes the case that America’s obesity crisis is partially the result of its prosperity and economic dominance. “Over the last century,” he writes, “we became expert at the mass production of crops like corn, soybeans and wheat—a positive development, for the most part.”









