Who Cares? We are all going to die anyway.

Eat Real Food.



Real Food - Chili. So good and look, real sour cream.

I feel like I can’t stop talking about food - Everywhere with everyone all the time. I think I’m becoming borderline obnoxious (possibly full on obnoxious to some).  But food has become a central focus at my house. It rearranged the budget, the pantry, the medicine cabinet, the fridge, the shopping, the conversations – everything.  I guess it is not really food necessarily, but the anti-food – The Chemicals.



Before I go any further, I want to address a statement that keeps getting tossed at me: “Who cares? We are all going to die anyway.”  Yep, that is correct; we are all going to die someday. So? So, what? Does that mean we should get about 35 decent years, and then start falling apart for the next 15 -20 years until we are just sitting or lying around waiting to die? That is crazy. Seriously, that is what we’ve come to? What if we could have 70 decent years? How much more life could we live if we take it by the horns Now instead of saying, essentially, life isn’t worth the hassle? Instead of trading in the last quarter of our lives for doctors’ offices and pills and treatments just to keep from dying, Take. It. Back. Take it back from the part of the world so driven by money and power that they are trading our lives for profit.

Take back your health. Take back your freedom to choose what you put into and on your body.

Saying it like that makes it sound so profound – so Big. But it is not. It is opening up to the possibility that what you’ve been raised on, been taught, is wrong.  I am not trying to dishonor our parents or grandparents here. They were duped, too and in the worst way. They were duped when life was hard. They needed somethings to get easier. They needed life to be good again. What began as a good idea started a pendulum in motion that is now killing them. Like in Poe’s terrifying account of the captive forced to choose which way to die, we are forced to pick our poison. Which way to die - Cancer? Heart Disease? Diabetes?  We are the prisoners tied to the floor with the pendulum ever coming down on us – we see it coming. And we are surrounded by putrid water, and rats, and fiery walls. Is there an army coming to save us? I don’t think so.  In the words of the Hopi Elders, We are the ones We have been waiting for.

How many times do you say these : 

Heart disease runs in my family.

Diabetes runs in my family.

High blood pressure runs in my family.

Cancer runs in my family.

Obesity runs in my family.

Depression runs in my family.

My daughters will be able to say all of them. Each and every one. Is it in their genes to die from one of these diseases? Do they have to pass it down to my grandchildren?

True, some genetics may leave you weaker and more susceptible to these diseases, but it is not like clubbed feet; you are typically not born with these diseases. They develop.

In my family, we can also say these:

                Eating tons of red meat and dairy runs in our family.

                Eating lots of sugar runs in our family.

                Eating lots of salt runs in our family.

                Smoking runs in our family.

                Drinking soda runs in our family.

                Taking pills for everything under the sun runs in our family.

Are these hereditary? Of course not. Are they environmental factors that we train our children to do? Yes. Do these factors directly create, contribute to, and advance heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure, cancer, obesity, and depression. Yes.  And we are teaching our children to do all of them. Let that sink in for a minute. What are we teaching our children to do?

So we can’t blame genetics for our diabetes while we grab a sandwich of honey wheat bread, chemical filled peanut butter and jelly and wash it down with a Diet Coke. That does not jive. But we have reconciled it in our head – because we have been trained to.

Untraining ourselves is overwhelming at first. If you take it head on and get serious about it (not dabbling around cause it is trendy or any of that crap), it is unhinging. Finding out what we are doing to ourselves and our children – it is like mourning the loss of a loved one.

1.       Denial – no, that is not possible. That is what the FDA is for. This is all conspiracy crazy talk. I can’t eat carbs. I’ll just eat/drink diet. I can’t drink too much water (I don’t like it). I’ll just take vitamins.

2.       Confusion – How could this be happening? How could they let this into our food? Why would they use ____ in makeup? What is the purpose of doing this?

3.       Realization – Omg. Omg. Omg. Omg.

4.       Anger –  How could they do this to us? I don’t want to eat anything. I can’t even go to the grocery store anymore. I want to scream it from the mountain. I want to shake them when I see what they are feeding their kids.

5.       Acceptance – Okay, I think I am ready to do this. Where do I start? Who can help me? Where is a good place to go? How can I do this?

6.       New way of life – How can I get others on board? I need new jeans. Who wants to go shopping?

* All of these come straight from the mouths (or fingers) of the folks in the 30 Days on the Plate.

 

We are still waiting on long term results. Short term results - loss of weight, loss of exhaustion, loss of small tumors, gained clear thinking, gained cravings for healthy food, gained energy, gained knowledge. Gained truth. And there is no end it sight. There is no diet. There is ... well.. it just is.

We are the ones we have been waiting for. Not the doctors. Not the politicians. Not the diet gurus. Not the food manufactors. Us. We. You. I. Heal yourself.

**On Tuesday, August 7, I wrote about the way headaches ruled my life. Guess what is in charge now. Not headaches. And not pills. In just under two months, my pain is so much better – not completely gone 100% of the time, but they don’t rule me.

Eat Real Food

 

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