A Stab at Sanity

I vividly remember my first introduction to warped relationships with food. I was five. I was sitting in the family car. We were driving a family acquaintance to church. For 20 minutes she harangued sugars, fats, carbs, starches and, to this day, I can remember her exact inflection as she said "And salt, that one will really get you." Little did she know that she had managed to totally confuse and depress the five year old on the seat next to her.

Fast forward a decade or so and I began hearing about the evils of meat. Then meat was okay, just not red meat. No wait, red meat is okay, it's the pork that is really bad. Whoops, our bad, what we really meant was that you should eat lots of meat but not carbs. Carbs are of the devil. Then some bold person started attacking the natural sugar found in fruits and wheat. Wait there's more. Then I started hearing that even some vegetables were taboo because of the amount of sugar in them (carrots, corn, potatoes etc.) As of yet, I've never heard anyone attack broccoli. It may be the one safe food on the planet - provided it's organic, of course. Wait, that could be my million dollar idea. This is the one area where the dieting fear mongers have yet to tread ... dark green vegetables. Oh, I feel a book coming on.

All kidding aside, I figure if God made it and man hasn't messed with it too much, then it's fair game. Even if man has messed with it a bit it may be fair game. I certainly can't afford to buy organic everything. Some months I can't afford organic anything. And every once in a while I am going to eat something that nature would not create even if it could (donuts and fishy crackers and frostys, oh my.)

Let's stop the madness. I am tired of feeling guilty every time I make dinner or eat ... anything that is not broccoli. I get so burned out on the craziness that I feel the need to eat chocolate zingers just to restore some balance to the universe.

I propose that this blog be a haven for those who are pro-food and are also pro-health. I am ready to tackle two and a half decades of baggage. You?

~Bethany