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The first book to identify the eating disorder orthorexia nervosa-an obsession with eating healthfully-and offer expert advice on how to treat it.
As Americans become better informed about health, more and more people have turned to diet as a way to lose weight and keep themselves in peak condition. Anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa-disorders in which the sufferer focuses on the quantity of food eaten-have been highly documented over the past decade. But as Dr. Steven Bratman asserts in this breakthrough book, for many people, eating "correctly" has become an equally harmful obsession, one that causes them to adopt progressively more rigid diets that not only eliminate crucial nutrients and food groups, but ultimately cost them their overall health, personal relationships, and emotional well-being.
Health Food Junkies is the first book to identify this new eating disorder, orthorexia nervosa, and to offer detailed, practical advice on how to cope with and overcome it. Orthorexia nervosa occurs when the victim becomes obsessed, not with the "quantity of food eaten, but the "quality of the food. What starts as a devotion to healthy eating can evolve into a pattern of incredibly strict diets; victims become so focused on eating a "pure" diet (usually raw vegetables and grains) that the planning and preparation of food come to play the dominant role in their lives.
Health Food Junkies provides an expert analysis of some of today's most popular diets-from The Zone to macrobiotics, raw-foodism to food allergy elimination-and shows not only how they can lead to orthorexia, but how they are often built on faulty logic rather than sound medical advice. Offering expert insightgleaned from his work with orthorexia patients, Dr. Bratman outlines the symptoms of orthorexia, describes its progression, and shows readers how to diagnose the condition. Finally, Dr. Bratman offers practical suggestions for intervention and treatment, giving readers the tools they need to conquer this painful disorder, rediscover the joys of eating, and reclaim their lives.
"From the Hardcover edition.
About the Author
Dr. Steven Bratman suffered from orthorexia nervosa himself, and, in the process of overcoming it, became the first physician to diagnose the problem. He is currently the medical director for Prima Health, a book publisher, and is the author of The Alternative Medicine Sourcebook. He lives in Colorado.
David Knight is a writer. He lives in Colorado.
From the Hardcover edition.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Introduction
Healing through nutrition is one of the pillars of alternative medicine.
“Let your food be your medicine,” the saying goes, and during my years of
medical practice, patients have often begun their conversation with me by
asking whether they can be cured through diet. I feel obliged to nod
wisely. Although I am a conventionally trained M.D., I have been involved
with alternative medicine since long before medical school, and a sacred
reverence toward the healing power of diet is part of the job description
of holistic physicians like myself. However, I am no longer the true
believer in nutritional medicine I used to be. My own experience, as well
as what I have seen happen to many of my patients, has affected me deeply.
Too often I’ve seen the search for cure through diet become a disease
worse than the original problem.
This book is about that disease, which I have named orthorexia nervosa. If
you do not suffer from orthorexia yourself, the odds are high that a
friend of yours does. Do you know anyone who seems
to think constantly about choosing healthy food, who proselytizes some
dietary theory supposed to cure all illnesses, who acts superior to other
mortals who don’t worry so much about eating? Have you run across
raw-foodists and macrobiotic followers, or people who talk about food
allergies, candida, or eating right for your blood type? I’d be very
surprised if you haven’t. Fascination with healing diets is increasingly
common.
There have always been recommendations regarding the healthiest food to
eat, but in recent decades the obsession over healthy eating seems to have
escalated out of control. In more and more people it seems to be taking on
the characteristics of an eating disorder like anorexia or bulimia.
However, unlike these other eating disorders, orthorexia disguises itself
as a virtue. Anorexics may know they are harming themselves, but
orthorexics feel nothing but pride at taking care of their health in the
best possible way.
I know how this feels, because I’ve been there myself. I’ve been at
various times a raw-foodist, a total vegetarian, and a macrobiotic
follower, and although I learned a lot from those experiences, it finally
dawned on me that there is a dark side to dietary virtue. Similarly, as a
holistic physician, I used to prescribe pure diets to my patients and only
gradually came to understand that I wasn’t necessarily doing them a favor.
It’s not that I don’t support eating healthy food; it’s only that when
healthy eating becomes an obsession, it’s no longer so healthy.
The good news is that orthorexia is not as difficult to cure as
alcoholism, heroin addiction, or anorexia. The first section of this book
tries to help the health food junkie admit that he or she really has a
problem. The next section turns to some of the most common dietary
theories that instigate orthorexia and shows that they are not the first
and last word on health. Its purpose is to weaken the grip those theories
can have on one’s mind. Finally, the third part of this book gives
specific advice on how to overcome orthorexia and learn again how to eat
without obsession. It really is possible!
Section One
Understanding
ORTHOREXIA
1.
What Is Orthorexia?
Twenty years ago I was a wholehearted, impassioned advocate of healing
through food. My optimism was unbounded as I set forth to cure myself and
everyone else. This was long before I became an alternative physician. In
those days I was a cook and organic farmer at a large commune in upstate
New York.
Like all communes in those days, ours attracted food idealists. I had to
prepare several separate meals at once to satisfy the unyielding and
contradictory dietary demands of those who inhabited our old Shaker
village. The main entrée was invariably vegetarian. How-
ever, to placate a small but very insistent group, on an end table placed
at some distance there could always be found a meat-based alternative.
Actually, since at least 30 percent of our vegetarians refused to
contemplate food cooked in pots and pans contaminated by fleshly
vibrations, our burgers had to be prepared in a separate kitchen. The
cooks also had to satisfy the vegans (non-dairy vegetarians), who looked
on cheese as poison, as well as the non-garlic, non-onion,
Hindu-influenced crowd, who believed that onion-family foods provoked
sexual desire.
For the raw-foodists we laid out sliced raw vegetables in endless rows.
Once, when a particularly enthusiastic visitor tried to convince me that
slicing a vegetable would destroy its energy field, I felt so hassled that
I ran at him wildly with a flat Chinese cleaver until he fled. Meanwhile,
the macrobiotic followers condemned the raw vegetables for different
theoretical reasons, and also set up a hue and cry over the serving of any
“deadly nightshade” plants such as potatoes, tomatoes, and eggplants.
That wasn’t all. Those who preferred choosing fruits and vegetables based
on seasonal availability clashed violently with others who greedily
demanded grapefruit in February.
Besides these widely varying opinions on which food to serve, there were
as many theories on the method by which it should be prepared. Nearly all
our food fanatics agreed that nothing should
be cooked in an aluminum container, with the exception of our gourmet
cooks, who explained that given our limited budget, only aluminum pots
could spread the heat satisfactorily.
Everyone agreed that when steaming vegetables, only the minimum amount of
water should be used, in order to save precious
vitamins. The most severe enthusiasts would even hover around the kitchen
toward the middle of food preparations and lay hands on the greenish
liquids swirling at the bottom of the steamer. The
matter of washing vegetables, however, remained swathed in controversy.
Some commune members knew for a fact that the most nutritious portions of
a vegetable lived in the skin. Others felt that a host of evil pollutants
inhabited the same location, requiring exuberant scrubbing to detach. One
visitor explained that the best policy was to dip all vegetables in
bleach, giving out such a powerful line of
reasoning for this course that we risked adopting the method on the spot.
Luckily, we were out of bleach at that moment, and by the time we
purchased some, the visitor—and the theory—had departed.
DIETARY EXTREMISM
The extremism of the above stories seems to be an inevitable complication
of dietary theories. The crowning example in my memory occurred at a
seminar held at the commune, led by a famous macrobiotic counselor I shall
call Mr. Lux. An audience of at least thirty-five listened with rapt
attention as Lux lectured on the evils of milk. “It slows the digestion,”
he explained, “clogs the metabolism, plugs the arteries, dampens the
digestive fire, it causes mucus, respiratory diseases and cancer, and even
sludges the soul so it can’t see clearly.”
At that time a member of the commune by the name of Matt lived in a small
room upstairs from the seminar hall. He was a sometimes recovering
alcoholic who rather frequently failed to abstain. Although he was only in
his fifties, Matt’s face showed the marks of a lifetime of alcohol abuse.
He had been on the wagon for nearly six months when he tiptoed through the
class.
Matt was a shy and private man. However, upon returning from the kitchen
with a beverage, he discovered that there was no way he could reach his
room without crossing through the crowded seminar. The leader noticed him
immediately.
Pointing to the glass of milk in Matt’s hand, Lux boomed out, “Don’t you
realize what that stuff is doing to your body, sir? Class, look at him! He
is a testament to the health-destroying properties of milk. Study the
puffy skin of his face. Note the bags under his eyes. Look at the
stiffness of his walk. Milk, class—milk has done this to him!”
Bewildered, Matt looked at his glass, then up at the condemning faces,
then back to the milk again. His lower lip quivered. “But,” he whimpered,
“but this is only milk, isn’t it?”
In the Alcoholics Anonymous meetings with which Matt was familiar, cow’s
milk was practically mother’s milk, synonymous with rectitude and purity.
“I mean,” he continued to the unforgiving students, “I mean, it isn’t rum,
is it?”
By focusing single-mindedly on diet and ignoring all other aspects of
life, alternative practitioners like Mr. Lux come to practice a form of
medicine that lacks a holistic perspective on life. This is ironic, of
course, since holism is one of the strongest ideals of alternative
medicine, at least as widely mentioned as healing through diet. It would
be more holistic to take time to understand the whole person before making
dietary recommendations and occasionally temper those recommendations with
an acknowledgment of other elements in that person’s life.
Unfortunately, patient and alternative practitioner too often work
together to create an exaggerated focus on food. Rather than heal the
person, this unbalanced emphasis can lead to a disease in its own right,
the disease I call orthorexia. I know this disease well, because for many
years I was one of the most extreme health-food
fanatics you can imagine. In fact, I’ve come to think of it as a true
eating disorder, not as life-threatening as bulimia and anorexia nervosa,
but definitely in the same family.
ORTHOREXIA NERVOSA
To express this realization, I coined the term “orthorexia nervosa.” It
uses “ortho”—Greek meaning straight, correct, and true—to modify “anorexia
nervosa.” Orthorexia nervosa refers to a fixation on eating healthy food.
As we shall see later, there are often many hidden motivations behind
orthorexia. But on the surface, at least, this eating disorder often
begins innocently, as a desire to overcome chronic illness, lose weight,
to improve general health, or to correct the many bad habits of the
American diet. However, because it requires considerable willpower to
adopt a diet that differs enormously from the food habits of one’s
culture, few can make the transition gracefully. Most of us resort to an
iron self-discipline, often enhanced by a lofty feeling of superiority
toward those who continue to eat a normal diet.
Over time, what to eat, how much, and the consequences of dietary
indiscretion come to occupy a greater and greater proportion of our mental
life. The effortful act of eating the right food may even begin to invoke
a sense of spirituality. As orthorexia progresses, a day filled with wheat
grass juice, tofu, and quinoa biscuits may come to feel as holy as one
spent serving the destitute and homeless. On the other hand, when
orthorexics fall off the path (which, according to the pertinent theory,
may consist of anything from ingesting a single illegal raisin to
devouring three quarts of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and a Big Mac), we
experience it as a fall from grace. The only remedy is an act of
penitence, which usually involves ever stricter diets or even fasting to
cleanse away the influence of unhealthy foods.
This obsession seems silly to someone not so possessed. I’ve heard it
called “kitchen spirituality,” “cuisine dysfunction,” and “food worship.”
But within the orthorexic there is a grim sense of self-righteousness that
begins to consume all other sources of joy and meaning. An orthorexic will
lose all pleasure at her child’s birthday party because she has eaten a
spoonful of ice cream along with the children; she will beat herself up
for days over a slice of broccoli that was eaten cooked rather than raw.
Eventually orthorexia reaches a point at which the orthorexic devotes most
of her life to planning, purchasing, preparing, and eating meals. If you
had a window into her inner life, you’d see little else but
self-condemnation for lapses, self-praise for success, strict self-control
to resist temptation, and conceited superiority over anyone who indulges
in impure dietary habits. The meaning of life has been displaced onto the
bare act of eating.
It is precisely this displacement that defines orthorexia as an eating
disorder. In this essential characteristic, orthorexia bears many
similarities to the two named eating disorders: anorexia and bulimia.
Whereas the bulimic and anorexic focus on the quantity of food, the
orthorexic fixates on its quality. All three give to food a vastly
excessive place in the scheme of life.
Proponents of nutritional medicine appear to remain blissfully unaware of
the propensity for their theories to create an obsession. Indeed, popular
books on natural medicine seem to actively promote orthorexia in their
enthusiasm for sweeping dietary changes. No doubt, conventional medicine
has made the opposite mistake, tending (until recently) to ignore the
benefits of good diet. However, when healthy eating becomes a disease in
its own right, it is arguably worse than the health problems that began
the cycle of fixation.
MY OWN ESCAPE FROM ORTHOREXIA
I, too, passed through a phase of extreme dietary purity when I lived at
the commune. In those days when I wasn’t cooking, I managed the organic
farm. This gave me constant access to fresh, high-quality produce.
Eventually I became such a snob that I disdained to eat any vegetable that
had been plucked from the ground more than fifteen minutes earlier. I was
a total vegetarian, chewed each mouthful of food fifty times, always ate
in a quiet place (which meant alone), and left my stomach partially empty
at the end of each meal.
After a year or so of this self-imposed regime, I felt light, clearheaded,
energetic, strong, and self-righteous. I regarded the wretched, debauched
souls in the larger world around the commune, downing their chocolate chip
cookies and fries, as mere animals reduced to satisfying gustatory lusts.
But I wasn’t complacent in my virtue. Feeling an obligation to enlighten
my weaker brethren, I continuously lectured friends and family on the
evils of refined, processed food and the dangers of pesticides and
artificial fertilizers.
For two years I pursued wellness through healthy eating. Gradually,
however, I began to sense that something was wrong. The need to obtain
food free of animal products, fat, and artificial chemicals put nearly all
social forms of eating out of reach. I began to sense that the poetry of
my life had diminished. All I could think about was food.
But even when I became aware that my scrabbling in the dirt after raw
vegetables and wild plants had become an obsession, I found it terribly
difficult to free myself. I had been seduced by righteous eating. The
center of my life’s meaning had been transferred inexorably to food, and I
could not reclaim it.
I was eventually saved from the doom of eternal health food
addiction through three fortuitous events. The first occurred when my
guru, who was guiding me in the way of lacto-ovo-vegetarianism and was
starting to tend toward fruitarianism, suddenly abandoned his quest. He
explained that he had received a sudden revelation. “It came to me last
night in a dream,” he said. “Rather than eat my sprouts alone, it would be
better for me to share a pizza with some friends.” I looked at him
dubiously, but I did not completely disregard his message.
The second event occurred when an elderly gentleman (whom I had been
visiting as a volunteer home health aide) offered me a piece of Kraft
Swiss cheese. Normally I wouldn’t have considered accepting. I did not eat
cheese, much less pasteurized, processed, and artificially flavored
cheese. Worse still, I happened to be sick with a head cold that day.
According to my belief system at that time, if I fasted, I would get over
the cold in a day. However, if I allowed great lumps of indigestible dairy
products to adhere to my innards, I would no doubt remain sick for a
week—if I did not go on to develop pneumonia.
But Mr. Davis was earnest and persistent in his expression of gratitude,
and he would have taken as a personal rebuke my refusal of the cheese.
Shaking with trepidation, I chewed the dread pro-
cessed product. To my great surprise, it seemed to have a healing
effect. My cold symptoms disappeared within an hour. It was as if my
acceptance of his gratitude healed me.
Nonetheless, even after this miracle I could not let go of my beliefs. I
actually quit visiting Mr. Davis to avoid further defiling myself. That I
would place food obsession over a human connection I truly valued filled
me with shame, and now, as I look back, was a clear sign I was drowning.
The life preserver that finally drew me out was tossed by a Benedictine
monk named Brother David Stendl-Rast. I had met him at a seminar he gave
on the subject of gratitude. Afterward, I volunteered to drive him home,
for the purpose of getting to know him better. (This may be called
“opportunistic volunteerism.”) On the way to his monastery, although
secretly sick of it, I bragged a
bit about my oral self-discipline, hoping to impress the monk. I thought
that he would respect me for never filling my stomach
by more than half, and so on. David’s actions were a marvelous
example of teaching through action.
The drive was long. In the late afternoon we stopped for lunch at one of
those out-of-place Chinese restaurants—the kind that flourish in small
towns where it seems no one of remotely Asian ancestry has ever lived. As
expected, all the waiters were Anglo-Saxon, but the food was unexpectedly
good. The sauces were fragrant and tasty, the vegetables fresh, and the
egg rolls crisp. We were both pleasantly surprised.
After I had eaten the small portion that sufficed to fill my stomach
halfway, Brother David casually mentioned his belief that it was an
offense against God to leave food uneaten on the table. This was
particularly the case when such a great restaurant had so clearly been
placed in our path as a special grace. David was a slim man and a monk, so
I found it hardly credible that he followed this precept generally. But he
continued to eat so much that I felt that good manners, if not actual
spiritual guidance, required me to imitate his example. I filled my belly
for the first time in a year.
Then he upped the ante. “I always think that ice cream goes well with
Chinese food, don’t you?” he asked blandly. Ignoring my incoherent reply,
Brother David directed us to a Friendly’s ice cream parlor and purchased
me a triple-scoop cone.
David led me on a two-mile walk through the unexceptional town as we ate
our ice cream, edifying me with spiritual stories and in every way keeping
my mind from dwelling on the Offense Against Health Food I had just
committed. Later that evening Brother David ate an immense dinner in the
monastery dining room, all the while urging me to have more of one dish or
another. I understood the point. But what mattered more was the fact that
this man, for whom I had the greatest respect, was giving me permission to
break my health food vows. It proved a liberating stroke.
Yet it wasn’t until more than a month later that I finally decided to make
a decisive break. I was filled with feverish anticipation. Hordes of
long-suppressed gluttonous desires, their legitimacy restored, clamored to
receive their due. I set out from the commune toward the nearest junk food
restaurant. On the twenty-minute drive into town, I planned and replanned
my menu. Within ten minutes of arriving I had eaten three tacos, a medium
pizza, and a large milkshake. I brought the ice cream sandwich and banana
split home, for I was too stuffed to violate my former vows further. My
stomach was stretched to my knees.
The next morning I felt guilty and defiled. Only the memory of Brother
David kept me from embarking on a five-day fast (I fasted only two days).
It took me many more years to attain the ability to follow a middle way in
eating easily, without rigid calculation or wild swings. (See Section 3
for suggestions on how to accomplish this transition.)
Anyone who has ever suffered from anorexia or bulimia will recognize
classic patterns in this story: the cyclic extremes, the obses-
sion, the separation from others. These are all symptoms of an eating
disorder. Having experienced them so vividly in myself twenty years ago, I
cannot overlook their presence in others.
IS DIET A SIDE-EFFECT-
FREE TREATMENT?
As an alternative physician, I often feel conflicted. I almost always
recommend dietary improvements to my patients. How could I not? A low-fat,
semivegetarian diet is potent preventive medicine for nearly all major
illnesses, and more focused dietary interventions can often dramatically
improve specific health problems. But I do not feel entirely innocent when
I make dietary suggestions. I have come to regard dietary modification,
like drug therapy, as a treatment with serious potential side effects.
Consider Andrea, a patient of mine who once suffered from chronic asthma.
When she first came to see me, she depended on several medications to
control her symptoms, but with my help she managed to free herself from
all drugs. Yet I feel guiltier about
my success with her than with any other patient I’ve seen while in
practice.
The method we used involved identifying foods to which Andrea was
sensitive and removing them from the diet. Milk was the first to go, then
wheat, soy, and corn. After we’d eliminated those four foods, the asthma
symptoms decreased so much that Andrea was able to cut out one medication.
But she wasn’t satisfied.
Diligent effort identified other allergens: eggs, avocado, tomatoes,
barley, rye, chicken, beef, turkey, salmon, and tuna. These, too, Andrea
eliminated, and she was soon able to drop another drug entirely. Next went
broccoli, lettuce, apples, buckwheat, trout, and the rest of her
medications.
Unfortunately, after about three months of feeling well, Andrea began to
discover that there were now other foods to which she was sensitive.
Oranges, peaches, celery, and rice didn’t suit her, nor potatoes or
amaranth biscuits. The only foods she could definitely
tolerate were lamb and (strangely) white sugar. Since she couldn’t
actually live on only those foods, Andrea adopted a complex rotation diet,
alternating grains on a meal-by-meal basis, with an occasional complete
abstention to allow her to “clear.” She did the same for vegetables, with
somewhat more ease since there was a greater variety to choose from.
When Andrea came in for a follow-up visit a year later, her story
disturbed me. Very pleased with the effects of diet but absolutely
dependent on careful eating, Andrea carries a supply of her own particular
foods wherever she goes. She doesn’t go many places. Most of the time she
stays at home thinking carefully about what to eat next, because when she
slips up, the consequences endure for weeks. The asthma doesn’t come back,
but she develops headaches, nausea, and strange moods. She must
continuously exert her will against cravings for foods as licentious as
tomatoes and bread.
Andrea was happy with the treatment I’d given her, and she referred many
of her friends to see me. Yet the sight of her name on my schedule
continued to make me feel ill. The first rule of medicine is “Above all,
do no harm.” Have I helped Andrea by freeing her from drugs only to draw
her into the bondage of diet? My conscience isn’t clear.
If she had been cured of cancer or multiple sclerosis, I suppose that the
development of an obsession wouldn’t be too high a price for physical
health. However, when we started treatment, all Andrea had was asthma. I
have asthma, too. When she took her four medications, she had practically
no asthma symptoms, and what’s more, she had a life. Now all she has is a
menu. Andrea might have been better off if she had never heard of dietary
medicine.
I am generally lifted out of such melancholy reflections by some
substantial success. The same day Andrea provoked that intense guilt, I
saw Bob in follow-up, a man whose psoriatic arthritis (a rather unusual
and often quite painful form of arthritis) was thrown into full remission
by two simple interventions: removing wheat from his diet and adding foods
high in trace minerals. Before he met me, he took dangerously high doses
of prednisone. After we started, he needed no medications at all. Seeing
him encouraged me not to give up entirely on making dietary
recommendations.
But my enthusiasm remains tempered. Like all other medical
interventions—like all other solutions to difficult problems—dietary
medicine dwells in a gray zone of unclarity and imperfection. It’s neither
a simple, ideal treatment, as some of its proponents believe, nor the
complete waste of time conventional medicine has too long presumed it to
be. Diet is an ambiguous and powerful tool, too unclear and emotionally
charged for comfort, too powerful to be ignored.
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