Eating healthy. It means different things to different people.
Years ago (I've lost count now), we thought we were eating healthy. For breakfast, we'd have cereal or a frozen waffle. Lunch would be a sandwich, chips and some fruit. Supper would be pasta or a casserole, or breaded (frozen) meat. I'm not even going to talk about the junk food. We ate out frequently--at fast food restaurants that served burgers and fries. Our oldest son wouldn't eat any vegetable. We made some gradual changes--to whole grain cereals, breads and pastas, and fresh meats. We ate out less often. Then I got sick...and started researching why. The more I read and studied, the more I was appalled with what we were putting into our bodies. Most of it wasn't even real food! It was chemical imitations, preserved to last years and just plain weird.
Today, we enjoy lots of fresh fruits and vegetables that are in season. We eat grass fed beef and pastured poultry and eggs. I bake most of our breads from fresh ground grains. Our limited dairy is raw milk, grass fed dairy cheese and butter, and homemade kefir. My mindset is if my great-grandmother could have made it and would recognize it as food, then so will we. If the ingredients have unpronounceable words or require a chemistry degree for comprehension, then it probably isn't really food--and we shouldn't eat it.
Do we do this perfectly? I wish. But we do live in a society of convenience. Sometimes, the old habits are hard to break. It takes baby steps.
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