I was reading the book Meatless Menus And Recipes and found the chapter on over eating very interesting you can read it below and give me your thoughts.
‘VERY pennyweight of food taken into the body that it cannot use in the form of heat and energy must be thrown off through the excretory channels at the expense of energy. If the excess, however, is digested it is stored up in the form of excess fat or converted into toxic or carbondioxide poisons which manifest themselves in various abnormal conditions we call disease.
The great majority of colds start at the dinner table. All colds come from two causes, viz., exposure and over-eating. When one is exposed to a draft or violent cold the pores of the skin through which body poisons are continually passing off close, and these poisons are then taken up by the circulation and carried to the lungs for oxidation—that is, to be burned with oxygen we breathe.
As a rule the lungs are always pressed to their fullest capacity to oxidize the normal amount of body poisons brought to them by the circulation, hence they cannot take care of the excess and Nature causes suppuration in order that these poisons may be cast out of the body in another way.
When one over-eats, the food matter that cannot be used and is not stored up in the form of fat is converted by the body into poisons or waste matter in exactly the same way as in the case of exposure, and these poisons are carried to the lungs by the circulation and disposed of by the body in the same identical way.
Coming into New York a few days ago from a neighboring city I occupied a seat on a sleeping car with a gentleman whom I took to be an up-to-date business man. He took me for a minister or a politician. I was right but he was wrong. However, we became acquainted.
He ventured the assertion that money was a little “panicky,” but his business would boom very soon. Being a little curious to know what business he was in and wishing to use a little refinement in finding out, I began around the corner by asking him what times of the year his business was best, thinking that he would reveal his vocation in the meantime, but he didn’t; he merely answered, “Our business is very good in mid-summer and excellent just after Thanksgiving, but we are literally snowed under with orders just after Christmas and New Year.” Having had a pretty wide business experience and training, I hurriedly reviewed everything that supplied human want, and for the life of me I couldn’t think of any business that could employ a drummer as clever as my companion seemed to be that would be good during a hot summer and splendid just after Thanksgiving and booming just after Christmas and New Year.
My friend enjoyed my perplexity with a display of cruelty for which he ought to have been arrested. I could stand it no longer, but bluntly asked, “What is your business?” “The coffin business,” answered the shrewd business man. “Oh,” I said, and I guess I looked it. “Grand Central Station, all out!” yelled the trainman. This is a true story.
