I feel good this morning. Productive. I just know that today things are going to get done. This is a nice feeling.
Last night my husband and I watched the movie Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead. Usually I try to stay away from documentaries, as I have heard my fair share of health food propaganda, school system woes, and political conspiracies. I have listened to and sorted out this information, and have come to personal conclusions I am happy with. For this reason, I feel exhausted by yet another theory. Being under the impression that Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead was propaganda for juicing, I was not interested. But last night it was the only interesting looking thing on Netflix streaming, so my husband and I went for it.
I’m glad we did.
There wasn’t any new information in it, but there was a great story about an overweight man who turned his life around and became healthy. I always love these stories. In fact, Biggest Loser is one of my favorite shows. There’s something so satisfying about watching weight melt off obese people. (It’s very similar to the feeling I get when I vacuum.)
The influential thing about the movie was the reminder that what I eat DOES effect me.
Why are demons always so colorful?
I am very aware of this in general, as I was once sick, and had doctors tell me they couldn’t help. Then I went to an alternative medicine doctor who convinced me to give up sugar and all things processed, which I did. And guess what? I got better. Not only did I get better, but I looked great!
Since then I have led a pretty healthy lifestyle… until I got pregnant. I’m sure I could come up with a million reasons why, but they don’t seem to matter. I’ve eaten processed food, fast food, ice cream, even chili dogs. Things have not looked good. And, I’ve felt horrible. So, along with my sugar addicted husband, we have decided to take back the house from the demon sugar.
Sounds easy right? Did you know that sugar has been proven more addictive than cocaine in lab rat tests? Cocaine! That’s serious. And I know it, because when I gave up sugar the first time, I acted like an addict. There was this one incidence when I stumbled upon a bag of chocolate chips that had been pushed to the back of my spice cabinet, and missed in my sugar purge. Like a crazed madman, I ripped open the bag and poured a good portion straight into my mouth. It shocked me! It was as if my body had taken over. It was really shameful, so I used it as a reminder that sugar is a drug!!!!
When I look at it as a drug, I prepare for a battle. When I look at it as a wonderful item that I should just use in moderation, I underestimate my enemy, and it always wins. Always. So, the movie reminded me that processed foods (sugar) really do kill and destroy, so why mess with them?
And the benefits? A nice body with clear skin seems to be the most motivating factor to me, followed by large amounts of energy, and greater health. Not to mention the sense of superiority over unhealthy people, and the continued knowledge that I am known as a healthy person. Hey! It’s the truth.
So this morning I woke up and passed on the bowl of cereal that would have been really easy to eat, and had an egg, cottage cheese, a half slice of true sour dough toast, and a Cutie to wash it all down. Not eating the veggie garden, but a step in the right direction. Nothing horribly processed, with plenty of protein. More and more veggies and whole foods will make their way into my life, as I know how to eat this way, AND I actually prefer the flavors of healthy food. It’s just a mental adjustment when shopping and thinking about what to prepare. So, wish me luck. You’ll know if I fail. Because, like I’ve said about many another philosophies, this is not a health food blog, it’s a truth one.
This is my truth.
-Tara
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