Something in Me is Changing: Day 25 of 60 Days of Eating Locally Grown
Tuesday, September 28th, 2010
Something in me is Changing: Day 25- My Experiments with Food Truth- 60 Days of Eating Locally Grown
Today I needed to feel the earth and reach into the center of myself. Too much time on the computer connects me to others but leaves me feeling slightly disconnected from myself.
Some say that it takes 30 days to change a habit. I don’t whether that is true or not, but I can say that today, at day 25, I feel changed. My body feels great. I feel light. I feel comfortable in my skin. Good in my clothes. I was craving taro. My relationship with food has altered. I made a salad for myself and saw it as truly beautiful. And it tasted so good.
Despite all of this attention that I am placing on food at the moment, I am usually a very utilitarian eater. Eating is something that I do to maintain my body. In my spare time. Often while driving or working on the computer.
I think I eat a healthy, fruit and vegetable diet, but I fear that the slippery slope of bread and cheese dominate my diet more than I care to admit, or notice. I am so busy that I often reach for fast and convenient. Eating 100% fresh, not prepared foods requires more preparation time. Washing, cutting, cooking. Making fresh dressings and salsas. Pouring off the taro water multiple times. The term Slow Food definitely applies.
Am I so unusual? Eating 100% locally grown has forced me to hold up a mirror to myself to see what I have been eating. What I do in my mind and what I do in reality are two different things. I went to the CDC’s Fruit and Veggies Matter website and entered in my age, sex and level of physical activity and it popped out the following recommendation:
(30 to 60 minutes ).
5.5 cups of fruits and vegetables a day is actually a lot for me. It is pretty hard for me to achieve unless I maintain a tight focus on fruits and vegetables. Not toast and eggs for breakfast. Fruit. Not a sandwich with lettuce on it for lunch. A salad, roasted vegetables. Not cookies and chocolate (that one hurts) and kashi bars for snacks. Dried fruit, fresh fruit. A cup of tea.
Last night my husband made a birthday cake for my son. I was not even tempted. Not even the haupia ice cream was as interesting to me as maintaining this feeling that I have. Clean. Clear. Full of energy.
There is disciple involved in this endeavor. But I am a strange lover of self imposed disciple. Wherever there is discipline I am learning and growing.





