Essentially, the experience made me neurotic and anxious about food (one of my great pleasures!) without making me especially healthy.
I wish I could stay I'd stayed equally stalwart in my dedication to the plan all week, but that wouldn't be quite true. I sort of lost enthusiasm and dedication, unsurprisingly, just as the weekend hit.
A quarter of Americans eat dinner out at least three nights a week, so for the USDA to systematically ignore this facet of the American eating system is risky.
I tried incorporating two new normal life things into my MyPlate Experiment: restaurants and cooking for a group. They each presented minor challenges, but not as many as I might have suspected.
It turns out that, on a normal day, my stomach could answer "Got Milk?" with an emphatic "No." So I've found myself needing to incorporate extra milk and yogurt whenever possible.
I'm only 24 hours into my mission to eat exactly according to the federal government's Dietary Guidelines for Americans, and I can already tell it's going to be a hard week.
I'm not a healthy eater. But for the next week, I'm going to try my hardest to eat exactly in accordance with the Dietary Guidelines for Americans.
Many of the best Chinese restaurants in the country still abide by the same philosophy of menu writing as those strip mall takeout joints. They write menus that are too damn long.