First picture that I ever posted on an old-school food blog. Location: McDonalds. Year: 2007. Food Choice: 1/2 of a southwestern chicken salad.
Second picture I ever took and posted on a blog. Location: Back yard. Year: 2007. Food Choice: 1 lowfat hotdog on a bun with mustard.
If you would have asked me three or four years ago what I defined as healthy eating, I would have given you a completely different answer than the one I give you today. I would have felt proud of the fact that my hotdog had only 2 g. of saturated fat. Proud that my McDonalds lunch only contained 350 calories with milk included. I was eating light. Low fat. “Healthy.”
And I wasn’t always a fitness gal at heart either. I wasn’t out running the miles during highschool. I thought strength training was only for a few vain Hollywood stars. My parents dragged me for morning walks or day-hikes in the White Mountains, NH, because they liked being active and healthy with their family. Sunday afternoons revolved around going for a group bike ride. I hated it. Absolutely hated it. The pepperoni sticks and icecream treats only made it tolerable. 😉
And then, slowly—over time—I began to fall in love with the outdoors.
I don’t know why or when it happened, but I haven’t looked back since. Who was that outdoor loathing, fitness-hating girl, anyways? I took up running, hiking, biking, backpacking, walking. I craved the sunshine, a warm summer breeze, and the joy of a crisp morning run in the fall.
Before I knew it, I was also falling in love with gardening. Local produce. Natural, wholesome foods that I could actually recognize and call by name.
I soaked up the delicious pleasure of cooking. Eating. Socializing.
Sometimes it’s fun to look back. To see how much we’ve changed. From then (light hotdogs) to now (loving life, food, fitness) I’ve gone through a whole lot of change in my life. Just goes to show you that sometimes it’s not such a bad thing. 😉
Food is more than a number. More than a gram. More than a percentage.
Food is more than just the sum of what you see on a nutrition label.
Food is meant to be savored. Enjoyed. Appreciated.
Food is not meant to be analyzed, and it should never—ever!—be responsible for making you feel guilty.
Food is not meant to be feared or taken too seriously.
Food should make you feel your best physically and mentally.
Question: How have you changed over the years in regards to your cooking/eating habits?