My last non-podcast post fell into the strident advocacy segment, and I need to do that every so often. I wrote a very heavy piece today after visiting my Alzheimer-suffering grandmother in a nursing home today. So I have plenty of fires burning for “the cause.”
But tonight, as I prepare to go join in a community thanksgiving service, I want to really think on the question of what I am thankful for, not just give it lip service.
I am thankful for grace. From my family, friends, God. Perfection in my road to health is not possible, nor expected or required. There is no shame that comes from anyone else, only what I decide to put on myself.
I am thankful for people who make it their life’s work to tend to feeding us with real food. They don’t get rich, they work hard. They have no stockholders. They stand outside in the cold the day before Thanksgiving at the farmer’s market, so I can still pick up pastured eggs, organic greens, and grassfed cream and butter while most of the commerce of the day is for pies.
I am thankful for the new friends I have made since getting serious about this. I am thankful for the communities of folks who come together through a common interest, and then extend their community in ways we never predicted.
I am thankful for the Creator, whose world has all we need to eat, live and thrive, without any modern intervention. Sure I love my freezer and electric stove. But I am thankful for the timeless wisdom of those who learned their way around the bounty of the harvest before the industrial revolution tried to take it out of their hands.
I am thankful for the close family I have on both sides. Coming together for holidays for us looks like most others. There will be a huge feast. But I know that my food choices will not be questioned or mocked, as if I am spitting on the holiday. The real reason to gather together will be primary.
I am thankful for the active lifestyle I am working toward. It is motivating as I break the addiction of modern industrial edible products that were, for too long, a bleak substitute for authentic experience.
I am thankful for you who read this blog. I’ve come to terms with the fact that my story isn’t extraordinary, and never will be. We share this space because one person’s real struggle will resonate with others’.
I am thankful that because of all of this, I am empowered to give myself choices I didn’t realize I had until recently. Tomorrow that choice will be to avoid consumption that gives me anxiety. This is not to be depriving, but freeing. By taking the power away from trigger foods, I am taking refusing to give in to things that I do not want to control me. I am thankful for the true food alternatives that allow me not to feel deprived when skipping those triggers for me. I am thankful that my relationship with a feast need not be that of resigned, pre-determined glutton, but instead one of indifference toward pie, freeing my emotional energy for connecting with those I love.
I am a blessed man. I an thankful.