Well folks, it appears I’m going to have to grow out my armpit hair and wear Birkenstocks (with socks) because I’m going granola on this bitch.
I’m a fairly laid back kinda gal so I never really buy into anything too quickly. It takes quite a bit to get me to join a bandwagon but the more I research healthy eating habits the more scared I get.
- How about this article on the shocking evidence that 75 percent of all honey sold in grocery stores isn’t really honey?
- Or this one on how processed meats have been declared too dangerous for human consumption?
- Or this list of all of the snacks you love that are actually made with GMOs (aka cancer sprinkles)???
… this only names a few.
If I can’t simply buy stuff from the grocery store and feel confident that I’m actually getting what I paid for then what the hell am I going to eat?
It’s hard enough trying to keep track of the amount of food you eat and the amount of sodium it contains along with the amount saturated fat it might have without having to worry about the amount of toxic crap you might also be eating.
I really wish I could just bury my head in a hole
full of Little Debbie cakes and pretend like I had never heard a word of this.
During this weight loss process I’ve gone on and on about how I have PCOS a hormonal issue that makes me fat, grumpy, pimply, depressed and… well, gross. I’ve done tons of research on PCOS trying to figure out what the heck is wrong with me. What I’ve found is that the medical community is still a little stumped by this “new” phenomenon because in truth it has only recently been given its own place in the diagnosis world.
They don’t know what causes it but after reading about all of the years I’ve spent eating crap I’m wondering if it isn’t due to all of the processed foods we eat as Americans.
Because of this Brent and I have decided to cut out all processed foods and only eat meats and dairy that hasn’t been treated with any hormones or antibiotics.
This isn’t cheap. In fact, my wallet cries…
Let me give you a little back ground on how cheap I am. I drive a 2001 Toyota Camry that has over 200,000 miles on it. It’s a looker with a dent on this side from where two firefighters got into a wrestling match over who would sit in the front seat AND the driver’s side door handle has been broken off due to a too strong dude (my husband) forcing it open when it was frozen shut in the mountains.
My husband has been dying to get me a new car but I have insisted on staying home with Penelope while she is little and would rather drive a hoopty than send her to day care at the moment.
We’ve been toying with going all organic for a while. We would start, only to back off due to the price of this lifestyle. However, all of the signs keep pointing to the fact that we can’t just simply keep turning a blind eye and eating the stuff we grew up on simply because change sucks.
After going back and forth we finally decided that it was time to bite the bullet. It wasn’t a matter of buying into all of the hype. It was a matter of investing in the well-being of our family and our health, short-term and long-term.
My friend Andrea was on the ball much sooner than I was. In truth, I always envied her resolve but also found it to be a bit odd at the same time. As I’ve stumbled upon all of this new information I flood her with questions on how she does it. That’s when she lent me her book, “Food Rules” by Micheal Pollan.
It read it one day during Penelope’s nap time. After getting through the first chapter you just fly through the rules that he provides for you. I have to tell you, it all makes sense.
Andrea has been following these rules for quite a while and I always wondered how she managed to bake goodies on the weekend and not gain any weight. I felt like she had found the perfect balance and was gracefully going through life with the secret that I would never uncover.
Now we all know that it doesn’t matter what I read… I’m still going to be a hot mess. But it doesn’t hurt to add a little more knowledge in your arsenal
of things to worry about. Okay, so it hurts a little.
In my quest for knowledge I keep stumbling upon information about GMO’s (genetically modified organisms). The more I read about it the more I feel like I’m in a bad science fiction novel. This stuff truly scares me.
Recently my friend Tony informed me of a protest that is to take place in Denver against GMO’s. I keep asking myself if this stuff scares me enough to pull me out of the suburbs to participate in a protest.
Honestly, when I first saw this flyer my first thought was, “Good I won’t have to worry about this for much longer because other people will take care of the problem for me.”
(What? I didn’t overweight by being proactive.)
There is a big part of me that really wants to go to this. I’ve never been to a demonstration because I tend to be a pacifist. I don’t want to take the kids with me because Penelope is a teething nutcase and my odds of going depends greatly on Brent’s schedule for that day but the more I think about it the more I want to be there.
There is no telling if I’ll actually make it or not. If I do go I won’t be wearing Birkenstocks and I’ll probably shave my armpits
if I have the time because I was only kidding about that earlier.
Regarless of whether I go one thing is for sure… Granola’s got a whole new look to it that includes cars fill with carseats, yoga pants, and a little bit of suburban house wife swagger.
What do you guys think about all of this stuff? If you were in Denver would you go to this thing?