I've been reading a new book which has all but convinced me that the enemy in my life is processed foods. It has spouted the doctrine of whole grains, organic veggies, raw nuts, and free range meats of all kinds.
And I'm scared.
Not only have I never gone a day of my life without processed foods (on purpose, I mean!) , but I have spent many days of my life making witty sarcastic remarks about people who do.
How many times have I driven by Wild Oats and giggled at the "granola types" in the parking lot? I've pointed and laughed at their unbleached muslin shopping bags, full of macrobiotic goodness. I've watched them drive away, smug in their hybrid cars. And I've laughed at the thought of them paying extra money for organic parsley - when they're not even going to eat it!
And today? Just point me to the Birkenstock store, because today I actually hunted for yogurt that didn't have high fructose corn syrup in it.
I think I have just enough information to be dangerous with this. Dangerous, excited, and a little bit depressed.
I'm still mulling the whole thing over and deciding what I'm going to do about it. Eating healthier would be a good idea for all of us, but I'm not sure I'm up to making the conversion in one giant leap.
I can run a macrobiotic diet and still keep the Diet Coke and See's Chocolate, right?
Ok then. Pass me a shopping bag, and I'll see what I can do.
Do real people do this?
And what's going to happen to the 15 pints of strawberry jam I made yesterday?