I read it at least once a week, as I’m skimming through Facebook. The debate on keto versus carb. Healthy fat versus fat is bad.
As my kids or I reach for some fruit like bananas, in our attempts to eat healthy, I’m reminded that what’s healthy today was once touted as bad.
Fat is bad. Fat is unhealthy. Carbs are good. Eat mostly carbs.
Don’t believe me? I need only reference a picture of the food guide pyramid we had in class back in the 90s to prove my point. Carb heavy bottom, with fats and sugars in the same tiny triangle on top.
“Fruit is bad for you. Bananas are bad for you. I can’t eat bananas. Nothing but sugar.”
The speaker has pressed this point on me many a time. And yet, I continue to eat bananas.
The speaker, on the other hand, proceeds to fix and eat a breakfast of sausage and biscuits, or processed cereal. And she may not eat the rest of the day.
She simply survives on coffee from that point onward, until well past dinner, at which point she’ll pour a cup or so of vegetable oil in a pan with some ground beef, or else pull out the flour, buttermilk and Crisco and fix some biscuits. And this will of course accompany the fried chicken and the deep fried french fries that are a meal at least twice a week. Give or take a day.
The contrast between us is magnified by even these small decisions over our daily intake of food.
I try to exercise daily. I try to eat healthy. I try to read up on what’s healthy, and what’s not.
My house partner, does not. We are at, as best I can tell, an impasse.
Honestly, at this point, after months of hearing the above regularly, I just roll my eyes and quietly walk away.
I no longer try to persuade.
I no longer point out articles I’ve read concerning health. (The speaker has on more than one occasion, when I come up with a rebuttal of any kind, raised her voice and told me that anything can be “proven” via Google- to which I have to agree, she’s probably right).
But at this point, I no longer argue.
My thinking hasn’t changed, nor has my actions. And none of my arguments have changed her way of thinking either.
Free will and all that, whether bananas or involved, or not.
I continue to fix a separate dinner for myself, and often, for my kids. And it has less to do with fruit, and more to do with life, than my house mate realizes. It’s because I realize that our choices, even seemingly small ones, like what to have for breakfast and dinner, impact our health. And ultimately, our lives.
You are where you are today because of the choices you’ve made. Just as I am where I am because of the choices I’ve made.
It’s the choices we make every day that matter. We reap what we sow, you could say.
The choice to pick up a candy bar on our way to the check out counter. Or the choice to choose a piece of fruit for dessert.
These little choices are ones we make daily, and they add up.
There are 365 days in a year. That’s 52 weeks.
That means there’s also more or less 52 week ENDS.
A lot of times when people are going for a lifestyle change, be it healthy eating, or exercise, or starting a morning routine or healthy habit, they allow those weekends to derail their progress.
They treat weekends like they’re holidays. Major holidays. Like Easter, Christmas, Halloween and Thanksgiving.
The problem is, the major holidays I just listed are four. Add in just about every other holiday, major or minor, and you’re up to about 12.
That’s far less than 52. And even farther from 365.
You have 365 chances to make a good choice every year.
So instead of choosing a processed, high fat, high sugar butter and jelly biscuit, or one topped with sausage… why not pick the fruit?
And by the way.
Bananas are not bad for you.
There. I said it.
But don’t tell her. I already tried.