Almost a month ago I sat at my laptop and started pouring thoughts onto a stark white page. It was a passionate outburst on the importance of knowing where your meat comes from, and paying the higher prices to get it. If you know me, you know this is something extremely important to me, something I am immensely ardent about. I am pained that people don’t care about where their food comes from, that the lives of the animals they eat don’t matter to them. So there I was, writing this blog post that I just knew would convict someone out there in blog land. I even sent a text to my husband because I was on such a roll! There was only one problem.
That blog post convicted me. I knew I couldn’t publish it because I would be a hypocrite. A pot calling the kettle black.
Although I believe in local food, and although I believe in healthy, humanely raised meat, I am not the model citizen. Because on long days working on the farm, I’m ashamed to admit I’d rather go through a drive through, or pick up a frozen pizza. For months now I have felt that little tug of conviction, that I really should practice what I preach so to say. I am a healthy individual in that I do not have to take monthly medications, and although I am somewhat active, I won’t be running a marathon anytime soon. I am overweight, buy meat from the grocery store, I do not enjoy lettuce, and I have definitely eaten McDonald's in the last month. Although I am passionate about real local food, meat/eggs/dairy from humane farms, I know that I can’t exclaim from the rooftops their importance if I cannot take my own advice. Needless to say, I stopped writing and started reflecting on my life as it stands right now.
I talked to my husband and really started internal dialoging at the kitchen sink while washing dishes. I realized that if I was so passionate about food, if I truly wanted to change people's lives by encouraging, and educating them on our broken food system...I really needed to start with myself.
So I did the most logical thing I could think of. I ditched fast food, prepackaged food, frozen pizza, and soda. I am currently eating a grain-free, sugar-free, low carb diet, that consists of mainly meats, veggies, dairy and healthy fats. We also bought ⅛ of a cow that was raised locally with no antibiotics, or hormones. This is probably the first time in my life I just decided something quickly, with little thought of what if’s and just jumped in. And you know what? Best decision ever.
I’ve been doing this for over three weeks now. That means I’ve avoided sugar, flour, fast food, and all other temptations. I have lost a significant amount of weight, my clothes are getting lose, and I feel pretty dang great. I feel energetic, have slept amazingly, and have no joint pain. More than that, I am eating meat raised and slaughtered humanely. We have eaten almost 100% of our meals at home. We ate out three times at sit-down restaurants, but the experiences couldn’t rival homemade food. I will not say my diet is 100% perfect, I have “splurged” on a few diet sodas, and may have become a little obsessed with Torani Sugar-Free Syrups. Ideally I would like all my dairy to come from my own goats, but I am having to buy a few store bought items I can’t produce yet. (cream separator is on my Christmas list!)
I think it is very easy to overlook the importance of our food. I know I did. We look for foods that are quick, easy, and cheap. We cook things via microwave and don’t think about the ways these foods nourish us. Food is the foundation of our health, so why is it we ignore it, and act surprised that disease is rampant, or filled with harmful bacteria such as e-coli, or salmonella? We vote three times a day by the foods we choose to eat, how are you voting?
Homestead Blog Hop-Idlewild Alaska
My name is Monica, I'm passionate about farming, food, and the humane treatment of livestock.