Just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean they're not out to get you.
I'm obsessed. I admit it. I'm obsessed with reading lables. And based on what I read, I think they are out to get us. I found myself at the grocery store reading the lable on a package of frozen peas to make sure that the only ingrediant was...you know...peas. You'd think it would be simple, but having picked up a package by mistake that was seasoned (with chemicals as far as I could tell) I take nothing for granted any more.
I'm skeptical of anything that contains more than five ingredients, unless it's a sauce and then there shouldn't be more than three preservative type ingredients. If sugar (in any form) is the frist or second ingrediant, back on the shelf it goes. And if I need Google translate to pronounce something for me that's another thumbs down.
I have now eliminated about 70% of the items in any grocery store. It does make shopping easier because there are entire aisles that I don't even go down.
I was trying to find a couple frozen dinners that I could have around for my son for emergencies and I couldn't bring myself to buy any of them. Just the amount of sodium in them could give a healthy person a stroke. And then there are all the things that you can't pronounce. How do we know that they are safe? We don't.
People tell me I'm nuts. We've been eating them for years and nothing happens. Really. We've been eating them for 1 or maybe 2 generations. And what's happened in that time? A rise in allergies and food sensitivies. In particular, gluten. Humans have been eating gluten for thousands of years with no problems. Why the sudden rise in the last 20 years? Why are so many people developing problems after middle age? It couldn't possibly be because we've been accumulating these chemicals in our tissue and finially reach a tipping point?
I don't know the answer but I know that I want to be very sure of exactly what I'm putting in my mouth. I started making meals from scratch because it costs much less to buy hamburger, noodles, cheese and tomato sauce than then equivenlent servings of Hamburger Helper. Even when I could afford it, it just hurt my soul to pour those things out of a box. Now I believe that it would also hurt my body.
Some people meditate sitting quietly in a corner. Me, there is nothing that rejuvenates my soul than assembling fresh ingrediants in front of me and planning how to combine them. And when I slice into an onion, those are tears of joy that trail down my cheeks.
It's time for a little soul searching. Bon Appétit