I'm realizing ever so slowly over the past several years that I hate the way I eat. I'm pretty much ashamed of it. I don't like it. I know it's not right. I know it's fake. I know it's unhealthy. I know it's expensive. I know I can do better.
Knowledge over the past few years via cinema presentations like "supersize me" and "food inc." and a nutrition class in school have been changing my perspective on things. Even more recently I've seen some pretty interesting documentaries about humans on netflix. One that I came across was called "food matters". Intriguing. But this documentary kinda pushed me over my limit.
You see i'm living in Austin Texas now, no longer san antonio (for the most part). I'm in a whole nuther world. People here are not as overweight as they are San Antonio. And though I'm not terribly overweight, I am surely not healthy. Well here in Austin it's nothing less than a wholeeee bunch of alternative people eating differently....and a whole lot of healthy people being active. And since i moved here three months ago......i have not cooked one meal. NOT ONE. Not a singe friggin meal. I eat out ALL day every day (other than the occassional pb and j and bowl of cereal at the work place). It's chocolates, it's junk. junk. junk. Everywhere that I eat.....all the while, having these voices saying.....you have GOT TO STOP THIS. Shame. Internal. I'd say it's more from my own knowledge of what this shit is doing to my body....and my fellow countrymen's bodies. Side note: You know why the fuck we need so much healthcare these days.....because of the American diet. All of it. processed, old nutrient-less stuff we shove down our throats every day. And then what do we do to cure it.....use unnatural medicines with the most horrible side effects. We've departed from the natural things the body needs. We are making chemical stuff to solve all our physical ails which we brought upon ourselves by our bad habits. People are making bank off of our bad habits and we are effortlessly paying into the system and voting for them with our dollars.
Anyway. to make this short from here on in this post.... I started juicing. My fridge has been filled with celary, cucumbers, oranges, carrots, ginger root, apples, kale, lemons, black berries and kiwi...and other stuff i can't think of...for the past 2 weeks. 2 juices a day. Morning and night. Almost every day. It's been doing me good.
Anyway. This morning i didn't have a juice. I was out of produce. And also this morning I needed to buy tacos and be at the job at 730 for a class we were having. Well. Todays intake messed me up. 3 tacos. chocolate candy. a bunch of schlotsky's sandwich quarters, cookies. Junk junk junk. And my tummy ached.
So instead of poppin pills as i normally would, I looked up a juice recipe for a tummy ache.
The tummy tamer: 1 cucumber, 3 celery stalks, and one 1/2" of ginger.
It didn't taste too bad. Like water with a zest of something unique to it. Anyhow. By the end of this post....my tummy feels better. :) that's neat. Anyhow. I'm going to hopefully track this stuff and my progress. hopefully this sticks. With my dearest friend Kim encouraging me and my roommate Robert also being on board, It might be a little easier. :)
Second thing.
I think i have suggested this before (on facebook) but, a lot of people are really uncomfortable when they are asked for money by homeless people and the like. We always think and assume they seek our money for drugs or alcohol which may or may not be true. My suggestion in this part of the post would be to find out what they want money for....for instance, i want some money to get food..and instead of giving cash, take them to get a meal (if you have time of course and if you feel safe enough taking that risk). If they need money for the bus....well, where are you going? can i offer you a ride? :) Anyhow, it's something different than just plain ole giving cash. It's practical. It feels different. Not that you seek gratification, but it's more gratifying in my opinion. It's meets the need. You get to ask stories and hear different perspectives. You get to hear someone that our society totally looks down upon.....and get a glimpse beyond the stereotype and maybe see them as a human. A down and out human.
I've always tended to lean towards assisting the down and out in ways like this. It is somewhat natural to me. I think i learned it from my amazing mother who has housed I don't know how many struggling people throughout my life growing up. She's housing like 2 right now close to down town San Antonio. Not all homeless transients, some are old and widowed and lonely. I also grew up 2 to 4 times a week going to the local catholic shelter and picking up donated goods and taking them to the needy. As a single mother, she used to pick up strangers all the time. :) Pretty non conventional these days.
Anyhow. That's it. Good evening to your face.
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