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Going Raw

I used to walk into McDonalds and often times I wouldn't be charged for my food. Why? Because I went there so frequently and brought so many friends, that they knew I was good for business. My favorite meal was the Fishwich, a mighty sandwich made with a bun, american cheese, a deep fried fish patty, and a generous portion of tartar sauce. To fully sate my appetite I always supersized.

My parents had always encouraged me to eat healthy. I just didn't see the point. I felt good, I wasn't fat, and I never got sick. Why fix what isn't broken? I was thankful for my good metabolism and assumed that eating healthy was for people who didn't have it so good.

Then a couple years ago I watched Super Size Me. I watched it for entertainment, but it was the first time I began to believe that what I ate actually mattered. If you haven't seen the movie, I highly recommend it. When subjected to a McDonalds only diet, the creator became depressed, lethargic, and generally didn't feel too well. That was the day I stopped eating fast food.

Part III, Oh, the Magical World of Hummus

On The Slowing

This is Part III of IV in my Arbitrary Disciplines series.

I have always loved sweets as long as I can remember. I can recall waking up at my Granny's house when I was 9 or 10 and having a Sun Drop with breakfast. I would sit at my Nana's long, dark wooden table and watch her scoop vanilla ice cream from the store brand gallon tub. One of my earliest memories of cooking with my mom is making "Hannah's famous pumpkin bread" with her. Sweets are family are memories are goodness.


Not so right when you feel like shit all the time, turns out. Until I arrived at college, I had never eaten kale. Didn't have a clue what butternut squash was. And a meal consisted of some meat, white potatoes and bread. I thought there was probably some nutritional value in fried foods because I'd heard vegetable oils are good for your blood.

My world was upended when I got to college and suddenly had to grapple with Swiss chard, vegan nuggets, and - oh, the glorious - hummus. Through my four years at Smith my diet changed dramatically. And honestly, Smith was not a particularly healthy place. We had all-you-can-eat macaroni and cheese right next to those greens. But it was the gradual introduction of new vegetables and a re-training of my taste buds that got me to the point I am now.

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