I recently traveled and was fortunate enough to stay at a friend’s house. (I will not name names.)
My refrigerator is boring, lots of greens, coconut water, Kerrygold butter, lemon juice, bone broth, grassfed and pastured cow and chicken. To be honest there is a lot of empty space in my refrigerator. I shop at least twice a week so that I have fresh food most of the time.
As you know from my earlier blog Eating on the Road, December 19, 2016, when I travel I carry my own food. When I arrived at my destination I took my cooler in the house to unload it. I was stunned when I opened the refrigerator. It was 98% processed food. And it was stuffed. There were many different flavors of jelly on the door. A couple of open bottles of diet Coke. A selection of sugared and flavored yogurt. I made room for my food. I couldn’t resist. I opened the freezer.
I recall my jaw dropping. Multi flavors of ice cream. I counted the ice cream a couple of days later, there were six flavors of ice cream and one sorbet. And off to the side is a big bag of gluten, aka flour.
I have gotten used to my refrigerator and I forget I am the exception to the rule. I know there are many refrigerators like mine but I also know there are more like the one pictured.
I wanted to get a trashbag and clean it out. But it wasn’t my place to do so.
The owner of the food often tells me of his health woes. Go figure. He didn’t always eat so poorly. I know the ease of processed food is what created that “food” cache. Well, that and a huge sweet tooth.
The first night I stayed at his house I made dinner. It was simple. Green beans in the bottom of the baking dish, chicken on top. Lemon juice and spices. In the oven for about 45 minutes. Added a salad. Was it the healthiest meal? No. But it was all organic. And I know it was the first real food he had eaten in months. He said many times how good it was. I explained how easy it was to make. He could even do it. I know he never will. While it was easy it takes longer than the few minutes he is used to when he nukes his “food”. His eating habits make me sad.
Two weeks later I attended, and spoke at a conference that was all about healing and real food. People were sharing some amazing stories about how their lives changed for the better when they changed their food.
A number of them talked about all the weight they lost when the switched to real food and stop eating the standard American diet, SAD. Symptoms of illness diminished and some cleared. Their energy increased.
I sat next to a great elderly couple. The real food journey had been the wife’s idea. She had been overweight and had some symptoms of illness. He wasn’t really jazzed to change his food but he was willing to embrace real food if that was what his wife wanted. He told me how his health was better too. (He had a big smile on his face when he told me too.) He told me the turnaround in his wife’s health had been amazing. He missed gluten but was okay with skipping it since his wife was doing so well.
There was another couple, the wife switched her food and greatly improved. She lost weight and her debilitating brain fog. The husband embraced her way of eating and his health is improving also.
Real food really is an easy change. It’s a shame it’s not as easy to source as all the garbage that is sold at most grocery stores. But it is getting easier. Simply eating real, whole food does improve our health. I know from my health crisis and my daughter’s health crisis that food is an important part of the healing. You are not going to get better eating like my pal. Like I said, his health is declining. My daughter is healing.
It’s your health. It’s your choice.