This thought has been going around and around in my head for a while now. Only I choose what I eat. I’m lucky enough that I can choose to buy what I want. I have the power say no to things that I know are ‘poison’ to my body. I’m not in control of everything in my life, but I can choose what I put in my mouth. I admit, I’m not perfect at choosing what I eat, but I hold onto the power nonetheless.
This morning I opened my facebook and saw a status update from a connection. She was a good friend once upon a time – we have some great memories. Since then we have both grown, both changed. She’s become extremely religious – to the point where I have nothing in common with her because all she ever talks about is religion. Her status update today told me that eating anything cooked for more than 3 hours was bad for strength, health and happiness, except when offered to the Lord. Well, then it’s ok to eat it. Meat is bad as it cause pain and distress. Red pepper causes misery. Wheat and dairy are good as they are pure.
Her comment was not based on the reasoning of what work bests for her body, but what religion is dictating to her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not anti-religion. However, I am anti-dictation. No one and no religion dictates what I eat. I will eat what makes me feel great. It has taken me years of trial and error to figure out what is right for me. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – I feel great following Paleo guidelines. I’ll do what is right for my body, as should everyone else. I understand that different things work for different people. We are not all the same. However, please do not tell me that something is “bad” or “good” based on a whole lot of nothing.
Maybe it’s time to remove her from my facebook contact list, but that’s a thought for another time (letting go of an old friendship is hard).