I don’t want to follow strict guidelines when it comes to eating. I would like to just eat what I want when I want. And sometimes it’s good healthy food, and sometimes it’s decadent greasy fatty meals. I want salt and spice and sweet and sour. I want it all. 

But

I have no idea why I’m sick. I can’t say there’s any one thing, not for sure. I can’t say “I didn’t have organic products growing up and look at me now”. I can’t say “I exercised everyday, took care of myself and it payed off”. I can’t say much with certainty. So I live in this constant state of wonder. I wonder if sugar is to blame. I wonder if travel was to blame. Or working in a photo lab for years, surrounded by dangerous chemicals. Is it the pollution in the air, vaccines, drinking water in South America? Did I unlock something when I did yoga on an almost daily basis. Could it be what I ate…dairy, grains, sugar? I don’t know. 

So I feel obligated to follow this lifestyle and see if I get better. 

But I don’t WANT to follow this way of life. I want freedom more then anything else. I want the right to choose. So I choose that I can eat what ever I want. And honestly, turns out I want healthy foods. Vegetables from the garden,  meat from a local organic farm where the cows roamed the land and chickens were free (until they became food), and they don’t over produce or factorize. 

…

And I want cake 🍰