The other day when I was sharing about how my husband has gone Paleo, a friend of mine commented that sometimes when I post about our real-food ambitions or accomplishments, she feels bad that she isn't as interested in healthy eating as I am. She has a blog too (that's how we've kept in touch since we moved far, far away...), and she is so incredibly transparent and sincere on when she writes - it's one of my favorite things about reading her blog.
I think sometimes in the Real Food world, it's easy to read about other peoples' lives and feel like we're not doing everything right, or we're not doing enough.
Like, what if my organic produce came from a state away, instead of my backyard? Failure!
What if my backyard hens eat food that comes in a bag, instead of all grass, worms, and hand-chopped slugs? Failure!
What if I let my kid take normal (i.e. white flour) cupcakes to the park to celebrate his birthday with friends, instead of baking up some sort of horrible healthy monstrosity (my last attempt, soaked-wheat muffins from Nourishing Traditions, were so dry that the other kids wouldn't touch them)? What if I actually let my kids eat said normal cupcakes so they wouldn't feel like social pariahs? Failure!
What if I was so sick and out-of-it on Sunday that when my mom called and offered to bring us a pizza for dinner, I said, "Absolutely, thank you so, so much" instead of "Never let that white-flour blasphemy reach my ears again, Mother!" Failure!
The thing is, when you're trying to feed your kids all nourishing food in a not-very-nourishing food environment, there are bound to be some not-so-perfect moments. But who blogs about all the things they screw up? Not me! I tell you all about my progress, ideals, and successes.
Maybe there are a few of you who are either so motivated, so dedicated, or so experienced that you really never eat any unhealthy crud. I applaud you. Maybe someday, I will be like you. But for now, I will do what I can and try not to agonize over the rest. I'm not saying we're not striving to improve, or making progress. But I need to remember to compare myself to myself (like, am I doing better than I was this time last year?), instead of comparing myself with others (like, would so-and-so-the-cool-food-blogger eat this?).
And, by the way, I did peel the cheese and pepperoni off the pizza my mom brought and give the crust to the chickens (poor girls)...
I know we all try our best to eat real food, support real agriculture, and change the food landscape in whatever ways we can. How often do you compromise on your food? What percentage of your diet do you feel proud of, and what part do you wish you could change? Is there anything that takes precedence over real food?
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