Whole yadda yadda

Whole 30. (Long story short: no sugar, dairy, grains, legumes, soy and then some other little ones- for 30 days straight, then you add them back in.) 

"They're on Whole 30. 
He doesn't do wheat.
He's Paleo every day except on the weekends. 
She only eats raw foods every day except Monday.
They are vegan.
She juices 27x a day. 
He doesn't eat carbs. 
No one ever eats a cookie."

It leaves my head spinning. So let me tell you a secret. Just eat real food. A little of this, a little of that. All of it in moderation. Well balanced. Whole, real, foods. With a little wiggle room- for things like coffee and baking and donuts of course. When I'm on my deathbed at 114 (I think I could live that long on a perfectly clean diet) I guarantee I would wish I'd enjoyed my food a little more. Ate a piece of cake with friends. Had cookies waiting when the kids came home from school. Dunked a piece of crusty sourdough into my soup.

I love the experience of food.  I love to bake--and I love to share those baked goods with people around me. I love to pass plates around the table to share, and let the conversation last for hours.

So could I eat a little better? Yes. But. I am fully enjoying my life by trying to keep a balance, and trying to keep my nose out of everyone else's business, and going out for ice cream-- there's just something wonderful about eating an icecream cone with your favorite people. 

Jeni

“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.” 
 ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

We eat well, we are blessed and happy.