A few weeks ago, while my son was skiing his way through Austria and my husband was working so very hard at his new job, I explored some documentaries on Netflix. It should be noted that I am not usually a documentary junkie, but I had recently watched one about tiny houses because I am intrigued by people who choose to live in a box like that. As a result of my tiny house-watching, up popped a recommendation to watch “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead,” by Joe Cross. I guess I can see Netflix’s logical connection there . . . if you get smaller you, too, can live in a tiny house . . . Well, I was mesmerized as Joe juiced his way across America toward better health. Wow, he really changed his life by getting all those nutrients in, getting rid of the bad foods and exercising.
Then I watched “Forks over Knives,” in which Drs. Esselstyn and Campbell shared their life-long learning about the benefits of a plant-based, whole foods diet. Amazing. The results of their studies and the stories of individuals whose lives were changed or, in some cases, saved were truly inspiring.
Then I watched some vegan woman pluck up a few New Yorkers for a six week trip to vegan-dom in “Vegucated.” That one was a little over the top for me, but they all seemed to embrace the concept and get rightfully indignant about the way animals are treated, etc., etc. I guess I could see their point. And they all got healthier over those six weeks.
So, I was ready. I announced to my dear one that it was time to take control of our health and follow this whole foods eating thing. We drank veggie juice and found some things we could eat and it went pretty well for the first couple of weeks. I really want this to be a lifestyle thing, not a diet. Right? I mean, we should all eat more plants. And processed foods are not great for us. And animal protein clogs up all those arteries. I had already reduced dairy a couple of years ago because it didn’t agree with my intestines. This should be a proverbial piece of cake, right? Wrong. This is SO hard.
We are so programmed to design meals around meat that I’m having a heck of a time figuring out how to plan dinner. While I really like food, I’m not one to enjoy the process of preparing it, unlike my husband who really likes food and loves to prepare it. He studies Food and Wine magazine, while I peruse Coastal Living, just to put things in perspective. So, I’m struggling to get the patience to find a recipe and shop for the ingredients and put them together so we can eat them. It’s also hard because my 16-year-old believes that I have gone ’round the bend, as they say, and will not cooperate with my new menus and so he eats his things and we eat ours. And then there is my husband, who agrees we should be better about all of this but feels like eating this way is taking away some of life’s joy.
But what really makes this hard is missing my old comfort foods. I wish I had never experienced the bliss of chocolate cake, perfectly cooked ribs or french fries. It would make it so much easier to be good!
UPDATE: I just heard that today is National Dessert Day. So I will honor it with fond thoughts of chocolate cake.
Photo credit: Wikipedia, “Chocolate Cake”