A Wandering Soul

I have decided to begin the arduous journey into repairing my gut bacteria. What?! This is a bizarre status. 

I realized last night why so many people get so defensive about health and nutrition. It is almost like loosing faith in one’s religion.

I found my self furious last night. 7 years of my life have been filled with decaying mental and physical health. I know personal hardship was part responsible but I feel much of it could have been prevented if our culture was more responsible. 

Our society looks at stress as a badge of honor. We put very little value in our food and every part of our food source has been infiltrated with chemicals and GMO’s. I was reading a awesome article from a friend who talked about how the Native Americans saved the first settlers by teaching them not to put their barns next to their food source and how to sustain them selves. I feel like 200 years later we need the same god damn lesson from them. 

Yes, everything looks clean and neat up on the store shelf but its filled with shit. You should be getting pissed too. I am not crazy. Companies have attacked us at our core. They sell us french fries that never age even when sitting in the bottom of your car for a year. They sell us mashed potatoes in a box with enough preservatives to keep elvis fresh until we find a way to bring him back to life through science. Frozen lasagnas that taste like wet cardboard with artificial pulp like particles in between the layers.

Food is a huge part of our culture and to find its not real is like being told all of our lives we have been being poisoned. Yes you are alive and fine right now but that is only because our bodies are incredibly resilient and if you have felt mildly like crap all of your life it becomes part of you. You can deal with it. Its really upsetting when you have realize all of these years you didn’t have to feel that way and that the shit you were told is ok to eat could be the cause of it all. 

When I got sick, the burden of every part of my life being destroyed and having to rebuild was forced upon me. This is why it seems I can effortlessly embrace a difficult workout routine or change everything I eat. It is not effortless it is hard but I have seen what going through discomfort and change can result in. It may have made these years of my life extremely difficult but I hope it will make the rest of my life so much better. Here is to busting down the old and embracing the new.