…to my relationship with food. Does that sound over-dramatic? (so unlike me, I know!)
I am indebted to Michael Pollan, particularly his book Food Rules: An Eater’s Manual, and to a slew of documentaries, including Forks over Knives, Fed Up, Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead, and others I am probably not remembering right now.
I don’t know how quickly I will do this, or whether I will jump in with both feet or make changes gradually, but here is what I want:
I want to be done with simple sugars, too much sodium, artificial ingredients, processed food.
I want to cut down – or perhaps eliminate completely – my meat consumption.
I want to train my body and taste buds to crave what is healthy. I want to explore ways to make *real* food exciting.
I want to be healthy. I want to have the energy to do the things I hope to do in the next twenty, thirty, or forty years that I have on this earth.
So much will have to change. I am already pondering how and when to say a final “good-bye” to a seemingly unending list of favorite foods…Krispy Kreme, Reese’s, cheesecake, newly-discovered chicken from a place that is (inexplicably) called Pizza Ranch (the pizza is meh, but the chicken!!!!!).I find myself trying to figure out how to plan a funeral/good-bye ceremony for each of these.
I am embracing the idea that my addiction to crappy food is as much (or more so) a physiological issue as an emotional one.
I am trying to imagine my life with these radically different food choices…what it will mean for my socializing over restaurant meals, my day-to-day food preparation, and so on.
This will be really, really hard. But I’m determined. Baby steps or big leaps, two steps forward, one step back, or spectacular failures followed by eventual success…I don’t know what it will look like…but I’m certain that it will be an adventure.