I had a dear friend call me yesterday. She was looking for what is, in our society, an obscure ingredient for a new 30-day cleansing diet she was doing. OMG, it’s Thanksgiving – what a tough time to do something so drastic – kudos to her for doing what is right for her.
I, on the other hand, one who has also done what was considered drastic to some all in the interest of health, have found that I no longer want to be pinned down to someone else’s version of what is right for me. It’s an age thing, I’m sure. For years I have read about doing it this way or that. And, you know what? I usually failed. Oh, I lost a few pounds or tightened up a muscle here or there or I felt better for a while but I always – yes, always – ended up right back where I started.
So, how am I doing, I hear you ask. I am exactly where I should be at this moment in my life. I’m loving real food. Fresh fruits and vegetables. Whole grains. Good oils. I avoid those foods I have found to make me unhappy – high frutose corn syrup, processed foods, most anything labeled “natural” (‘cuz it probably isn’t). I like to know from where my food comes, though that is proving to be very difficult. I eat seasonal food, avoiding those foods that are grown and picked too early just to be forced to grow in a controlled environment for use eighteen months or longer and labeled ‘fresh.’ Even wonder why apples don’t taste the way they used to when we were kids … yeah, well … now you know.
This is what irritates me about the media. First, while catching up on Facebook, I saw this picture of diseased meat. Gross, yes, but not related to article, according to Snopes (http://www.snopes.com/photos/food/diseasedmeat.asp). The text is correct – I found the news source (http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=336&dat=20000715&id=z_ZHAAAAIBAJ&sjid=_O0DAAAAIBAJ&pg=4626,6502405), but the picture was added to attack our senses … after all, a picture IS worth a thousand words, right?
What is wrong with people today is we’re lazy. Rather than checking we re-post, re-post, re-post and share the internet’s inaccuracies!
Now, back to the problem at hand … rather than trust any agency to do the right thing, the right way … know from where you food comes! Buy local and ask questions! It’s that simple.
It’s up to you
Powerful video about cosmetics in our bathroom. Granted, I was not amused – as I was trying to get out the door to work – that I’d have to watch an eight minute video, but once I started watching, I couldn’t stop. And, then I had to post it on this blog. Still heading out the door to work.
Have a lovely day, everyone!
… my attempts at organic gardening – or gardening at all has made me face an ugly truth about myself … it just isn’t my thing. Sad, I think that something so basic, so simple has eluded my talents. And, it’s not for trying. As I sat on my deck the other day looking over my container garden – with expectation luscious bunches of organic kale, lettuce, spinach, and broccoli, plus tomatoes, I see instead … well, very little is edible. That’s a fact. Granted I was able to snip a couple bowls of salad but it was a pretty expensive bowl of greens, if you know what I mean. There are little green tomatoes visible and likely edible eventually … but they are not ready yet. I have my fingers crossed.
I approached my husband to tell him of my revelation. It was not a proud moment, especially since he ‘knows’ I can do anything I put my mind to. But, I did it … ‘Honey, I have faced the fact that I am not a gardener – at least not one who can provide food for our table. And, while I appreciate your going along with my latest venture, I intent to save what I can and go buy some flowers. I know I can grow flowers!” He gave me the look I anticipated and agreed. Anytime we do something – whether individually or as a couple, and face a failure, we don’t look at it as a failure at all but as something we had to do to learn something about ourselves.
Failure is an ugly word for so many people, but I see it as one more step to becoming who I am. I’m good with that. I already like what I see outside my kitchen window. In place of the dreary pots with little sign of success peering over the edge reminding me of my limitations, I now see a wide range of color, shape and sizes of flowers. Seeing that shows me I can replace my failure with success … success to face who I am with a smile.
Rock on, people … be OK with who you are today. You never know what tomorrow will bring.