I would like to point out that health eating is expensive eating as indicated by my $250 grocery bill. I stocked my pantry with nuts, grains, fruits and seeds - all whole foods promising energy and wellness. A 24 pack of assorted chips used to last two weeks. A $9 can of pistachios lasted two hours. I watched in dismay as hungry children gobbled up banana chips, sunflower seeds and pecans. It took half a bag of oranges to get enough juice for a few good drinks and I wondered what the true cost of all of this would be. My worry set in and I sought out a Reese's cup and Coca Cola, but none were to be found. I downed a few sunflower seeds and pieces of beef jerky. While tasty, they didn't give me that sugar rush I wanted from chocolate and soda.
After a day of healthy eating and drinking lots of water, I settled in for a good night's sleep, proud that I was making healthy choices for my family. It was about 2:00 a.m. when I woke to the feeling of being run over by a truck. I thought these healthy foods were supposed to make me feel better! There wasn't a joint in my body that didn't hurt. Perhaps it was withdrawal from the buttery goodness that once filled my cabinets and possibly the spaces between my joints. I sought comfort in a jar of natural peanut butter and a bottle of Motrin, my new midnight friends.
Out with the old and in with the new. Fifty may be screaming at me from the horizon, but I plan to greet it in a pair of running shoes with a bottle of Fiji Water in hand. After all, this is just the beginning of the next fifty and I want them to be grand!