Do you remember the diet based on the book Eat Right for Your Blood Type? It was popular in the late 90s, or at least popular in some circles. Basically, Peter J. D’Adamo and Catherine Whitney proposed that the best diet depeneded on what blood type you had. Supposedly, you had different digestive capabilities than other people. They concluded that if you your blood type was O, that was the first blood type that there was, so you should eat lots of meat and dine on saber toothed tigers and avoid wheat. Just kidding about the tigers. Type AB was rarer, and if you had AB blood, you should adopt a mediterranean diet of seafood, nuts, and olive oil.
A friend of mine swore by this. Then again, the book told her to eat lots of nuts, fish, and olive oil, and isn’t that the ideal diet anyways? I really hated a lot of the foods it told me to eat. Supposedly, they say when the type O evolved, people weren’t farming and eating grains, they were nomadic and chasing down meat. Grains were not allowed. Isn’t that the Atkins diet? Apparently, my friend descended from much more sophisticated people.
What if you had a bone marrow transplant and you started producing a different blood type than you were born with. What diet would you go with. Of course, I would imagine the donor would be a match, but I am just saying.
Despite some of the rave reviews the book got, I thought that this diet was a piece of crap. Maybe some of the individual diets worked, but anyone telling me I would get in shape by eating a slab of ribs is right. I WOULD lose the weight but it would be from not eating, not from my blood feeling harmony with the antiquity of my diet plan.
By the way, in case you were wondering, above is the New Zealand mascot for blood donation services. I think if America had someone like him, the blood banks would be full because people like mascots. Personally, he seems to almost be a rip off of MacDonald’s “Mac Tonight” guy. But he’s red. And he’s blood. And he doesn’t have any clothes on. And he looks more like a “Mr. Men and Little Miss” form the 70s.
“Hey, little boy, you can’t give blood…you only weigh 42 pounds!”
“But I want to be like the blood droplet dude!”
“Hmm…I wish Joe Camel was still around…these kids would go home and leave me alone.”
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