I was raised on 70’s nutrition, which means that 90% of the food we ate while growing up came from a box or a can. I don’t blame my Mom… hell, everyone thought they were eating healthy in the 70s, didn’t they?
Imagine putting sugar in the gas tank of your Ferrari (and this metaphor is about as literal as you can get) – Italian racecars (another appropriate metaphor) have very specific needs when it comes to creating compression within the engine. If you toss something gross in there, your plugs don’t fire correctly and your pistons get all gummed up.
You might get warning signs – in other words, your body will start to ping, not unlike a race car engine. Problem is that we tend to ignore that pinging until your manifold’s warped and you’ve tossed a rod through your engine block.
Ok, enough of the car talk, because I’m totally talking out of my ass at this point. Let’s just say that I blew a head gasket and need major remachining.
As a result of all of this medical drama, we have to take a long, hard look at what it means when we are suggest; No refined grains, No processed foods, No hydrogenated-reconstituted-whathaveyou.
If it came from a lab, it sure as hell isn’t going down my gullet.
The moral of this blog post is that we need to be much more conscious, meaning mindful of what we put in our bodies.
Just because it has a pretty label and a $4M marketing budget doesn’t mean it’s good for you.
It’s pretty simple: if a particular food wasn’t around in your great-grandma’s time, then don’t eat it.
After all You Are What You EAT.

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