You know those leftovers in the back of your fridge? The ones you can’t recognize anymore? Today’s their day! To go, that is.
My parents and teachers preached to me since I was a teenager about how bad drugs are. They didn’t harp on them before that because all we had was aspirin and milk of magnesia.
I spent the week taking down the ghosts and goblins and putting up the Thanksgiving pilgrim and Indian decorations (can I still say “Indian?”). Meanwhile television advertising began promoting Christmas cheer while I mentally began making my gift shopping list.
I hope this doesn’t come across as negative as it sounds, but frankly, I’m peeved. I’m disgusted with most of the medical community, with pharmaceutical companies, at the blasted “guvment” and most of all with myself for being so ignorant and undisciplined.
On second thought I hope it does come across as negative. Otherwise it probably would just sound like another newly converted vegetarian who has become completely brain-washed by the hard to hear voices of the enlightened nutritionists who can’t get anyone to listen.
At my son’s urging, I watched “Forks Over Knives” yesterday and had an epiphany into the role diet has played in my sudden decline in health and vitality.