GUEST BLOGGER JESS BAYNE: 30 Days on the Plate
When I read this article, written by friend, Jess Bayne, I felt a “deja vous”.
I feel I’ve “been there, done that”. Read this interesting article and more of Jess’blogs click here
“Who Cares? We are all going to die anyway.”Eat Real Food. (2nd installment)(see last week’s weblog for the first installment)
“We are the ones we have been waiting for. Not the doctors. Not the politicians. Not the diet gurus. Not the food manufacturers. Us. We. You. I. Heal yourself.”
Take back your health. Take back your freedom to choose what you put into and on your body.
Saying it like that makes it sound so profound – so Big. But it is not. It is opening up to the possibility that what you’ve been raised on, been taught, is wrong. I am not trying to dishonor our parents or grandparents here. They were duped, too and in the worst way. They were duped when life was hard. They needed somethings to get easier. They needed life to be good again. What began as a good idea started a pendulum in motion that is now killing them. Like in Poe’s terrifying account of the captive forced to choose which way to die, we are forced to pick our poison. Which way to die – Cancer? Heart Disease? Diabetes? We are the prisoners tied to the floor with the pendulum ever coming down on us – we see it coming. And we are surrounded by putrid water, and rats, and fiery walls. Is there an army coming to save us? I don’t think so. In the words of the Hopi Elders, We are the ones We have been waiting for.
How many times do you say these :
Heart disease runs in my family.
Diabetes runs in my family.
High blood pressure runs in my family.
Cancer runs in my family.
Obesity runs in my family.
Depression runs in my family.
My daughters will be able to say all of them. Each and every one. Is it in their genes to die from one of these diseases? Do they have to pass it down to my grandchildren?
True, some genetics may leave you weaker and more susceptible to these diseases, but it is not like clubbed feet; you are typically not born with these diseases. They develop.
In my family, we can also say these:
Eating tons of red meat and dairy runs in our family.
Eating lots of sugar runs in our family.
Eating lots of salt runs in our family.
Smoking runs in our family.
Drinking soda runs in our family.
Taking pills for everything under the sun runs in our family.
Are these hereditary? Of course not. Are they environmental factors that we train our children to do? Yes. Do these factors directly create, contribute to, and advance heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure, cancer, obesity, and depression. Yes. And we are teaching our children to do all of them. Let that sink in for a minute. What are we teaching our children to do?
So we can’t blame genetics for our diabetes while we grab a sandwich of honey wheat bread, chemical filled peanut butter and jelly and wash it down with a Diet Coke. That does not jive. But we have reconciled it in our head – because we have been trained to.
Untraining ourselves is overwhelming at first. If you take it head on and get serious about it (not dabbling around cause it is trendy or any of that crap), it is unhinging. Finding out what we are doing to ourselves and our children – it is like mourning the loss of a loved one.
1. Denial – no, that is not possible. That is what the FDA is for. This is all conspiracy crazy talk. I can’t eat carbs. I’ll just eat/drink diet. I can’t drink too much water (I don’t like it). I’ll just take vitamins.
2. Confusion – How could this be happening? How could they let this into our food? Why would they use ____ in makeup? What is the purpose of doing this?
3. Realization – Omg. Omg. Omg. Omg.
4. Anger – How could they do this to us? I don’t want to eat anything. I can’t even go to the grocery store anymore. I want to scream it from the mountain. I want to shake them when I see what they are feeding their kids.
5. Acceptance – Okay, I think I am ready to do this. Where do I start? Who can help me? Where is a good place to go? How can I do this?
6. New way of life – How can I get others on board? I need new jeans. Who wants to go shopping?
- All of these come straight from the mouths (or fingers) of the folks in the 30 Days on the Plate.
We are still waiting on long term results. Short term results – loss of weight, loss of exhaustion, loss of small tumors, gained clear thinking, gained cravings for healthy food, gained energy, gained knowledge. Gained truth. And there is no end it sight. There is no diet. There is … well.. it just is.
We are the ones we have been waiting for. Not the doctors. Not the politicians. Not the diet gurus. Not the food manufacturers. Us. We. You. I. Heal yourself. Eat Real Food"
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DONNA’S RANT: “Somebody ought to do something about that.”
*"*We are the ones we have been waiting for."** ……..These words strike home with me…..and they provoke much thoughtful contemplation. You will find them, as I did, quoted in our guest blogger, Jess Bayne’s inspirational article, above.
But, here, in Donna’s Rant, we will talk about how the little, seemingly insignificant acts, when repeated over again, might make a difference in someone’s life.
Folks, have you ever read or watched the news and thought to yourself: “Somebody ought to do something about that”?
Well? Aren’t you somebody? Why wait on that magical “Somebody”, when you have the power within to “do something” about the issues you care for?
Oh,I can hear you now: “But I’m Too busy…Too old, Too young, Too sick, Too timid, too dumb, etc, etc”. I have probably said all of these to myself at one time or another, too.
With Upstate Locally Grown, for example, I have to admit that I really have always thought that somebody else; ANYBODY ELSE, would be much better qualified than me to do this thing. “They” would know more about web design, writing, and PR than I. “They” Would be more physically able and more organized. “They” wouldn’t misread orders or forget to pack things or lose the invoices or let people run over them. This mythical persons(s) would have the time to write grants and get Non-profit status.
they would get the educational side of USLG going. They would have a better memory than I and would take care of the accounting much better than I was able to. (I have a disability, you know.)
Oh, there has been much help along the way, and wonderful support from our volunteers. But no “takers” to do my mission for me.
I have been waiting for seven years for that “somebody” to come along and rescue me, to “do something about this” and, guess what?….Nobody showed up for me, mainly because "*I* am the person I have been waiting for. I am the one who needs to take the reins, take up the baton, rise to the occasion. Why wait for some mythical person to do what my mission is? It is my mission, not Jane Doe’s mission.
While I was “temporarily” taking this mission until someone else more qualified than I was came along, a magazine editor phoned me and wanted to interview me for an article on “Greenville’s Agents of Change”. I privately questioned her sanity and let her know that she had made a mistake. I wasn’t anyone all that important and hadn’t done anything so special. “Well, she said, We at G Magazine think you are an Agent of Change”. And the article ran. The other nine had actually done some fantastic things, and They wore good clothes in their photos. One looked like a Model. In the City. And there I was, on our little farm, holding my chickens, in my favorite cool weather stand-by, my burgundy flannel shirt, hair blowing wildly in the breeze, chickens struggling to wriggle out of my grasp, head thrown back, laughing wildly. and a bent-up “Chicken Crossing” sign in the background.
“That’s it”, the photographer had cried, “This is the one I’m going to use”. How embarrassing! (But that shot is now one of my favorites).
As I stumbled and bumbled through my “mission” mumbling about someone younger and “more _With it” _ taking up the challenge and doing a better job, TV stations phoned for interviews, clubs invited me to speak, people that I didn’t even know walked up to me and thanked me for the work I was doing. I’m still not quite sure what it is that I am doing or have done, but, I do know this: Whether or not I feel “qualified”, I am the one that I have been waiting for.
This is my mission, come hell or high water. I was intended to “do something about” getting fresh, clean, local food to you from small Upstate farms and making a difference in the lives of growers,and consumers. Who knows? Perhaps Greenville wouldn’t be so green today without pioneers like us. (This is a cooperative effort). Maybe all that fumbling and bumbling and stumbling and falling was what it took to be the person I was waiting for.
So, I am saying to you, you who wish “somebody” would “do something about” something that you care about, Be the person that you are waiting for. Go for it with gusto! Stumble, bumble, and fall, but keep getting up and going towards the goal. And keep asking for guidance along the way. Find your mission in life; for we all have one, even if we feel that someone else would be more qualified than us, or that we surely wouldn’t make a difference by our small, seemingly insignificant acts. Just do it. Take some action. And get back up when you fall. You can make the difference. You are the person you are waiting for.