Food Journey - Part 1

Well, notice anything different to the title? Yes, I'm coming out. My family has become (drum roll, please) MEAT EATERS!!! When I look up the word "carnivorous" in the dictionary, the number 1 definition is "subsisting or feeding on animal tissues". Hmmm...well, let's call a spade a spade, shall we?

So, I will eventually get to the tale as to why we made the decision to eat meat (don't worry, you won't have to wait months for the truth to be told)...but my food journey started loooong before we decided to eat meat, or not eat meat, for that matter. I do have to say that when I started this blog, I was 100% vegetarian and had NO INTENTION of adding meat to my diet. I had been a non-meat eater for nearly 15 years, most of my adult life...there's no way that I could expect the recent change in our food options. With that said, I'm happy with the recent choices for me and my family. But know that you CAN live a primal lifestyle without including meat in the mix...we lived a primal vegetarian lifestyle for nearly a year - it can be done!

I'm going to start back at my childhood. When I was 7 and remember my first thought related to food/health. Can you recall yours? I decided to include my childhood thoughts/feelings on food and diet because I believe that is where all of our health journeys begin. We start with our family's beliefs and lifestyle and edit (if we feel the need) as we go.

So...my initial feelings toward food were confusion. My extended family had been largely over-weight. There was little talk about food feeding the body for fuel, it was geared more toward pleasure 'in the moment'. My parents were on their own health journey, which often times was about the "diet of the day". I learned a lot about eating naturally from my parents, I'm very grateful for that introduction at a young age.

I remember my family making a lot of fat jokes. They never seemed unhappy with their weight but the jokes were constantly flowing. I just knew I would grow up to be fat...because we were fat. It was a predestined decision, one that did not allow for personal choice to play a part in the decision-making process.

I never liked the fat jokes...because I knew they were hurtful words, and I LOVED my family. They were intelligent, funny, friendly, jovial...and they deserved a lot more respect than a 'fat joke' would give them.

So, here I am at 7 years old. At my grandma's house. And someone makes a joke about the bulkiness of the family. I didn't know a thing about health but I knew I did not want to be the butt of the fat jokes.

That is where my food journey began...Part 2 will come soon...a little more insight to who I am, and how I got here...a Primal Carnivorous Vegetarian.