Hungry for Change

Why no, that’s not blood I’m drinking. It’s beet juice. And I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t an acquired taste… which I’m still working on acquiring.

Have you seen the documentary Hungry for Change? If you haven’t, it’s streaming on Netflix and worth the 90 minutes. Here’s the gist:

HUNGRY FOR CHANGE exposes shocking secrets the diet, weightloss and food industry don’t want you to know about; deceptive strategies designed to keep you coming back for more. Find out what’s keeping you from having the body and health you deserve and how to escape the diet trap forever.”

It debunks diet myths, explains the long-term dangers of refined sugar and processed food, and preaches good nutrition and exercise as a means to lifelong wellness. The premise is so simple and obvious, but as a society we’ve lost the mark. 

It really opened my eyes to the ways I abuse my body in the name of convenience. Even with the best of intentions — no soda, limited processed food, chemical-free cosmetics, organics when possible —  in the shuffle of the day my health often ends up rumpled at the bottom of the totem pole.

Drive-thru breakfasts, skipped lunches, poor hydration, lack of exercise, stress… These have become the capstones of my existence as a business owner, and the foundation is slowly crumbling underneath. Why can’t my body function on fast food and Diet Cokes like it used to? Father Time is real mother. 

So for the last week, I’ve made an effort to slow down and take care of myself. Starting with a healthy detox. Not a crazy lemon-juice-and-hot-sauce cleanse or other radical diet (that’s a four-letter word in my book) but consistent nutritious meals and snacks built around lots of whole foods, good proteins, organic produce, leafy greens, and fresh pressed juices.

Oh, and no refined sugar. No cupcakes, cookies, half-and-half iced teas, or honeyed chicken biscuits. That was a tough breakup.

I’m getting over the hump of the headaches, fatigue, and weakness that I’m told are typical side effects of the body’s detox process. They were almost enough to send me running back into the arms of Chik-fil-a; but I’m sleeping like a baby and my jeans aren’t as tight as they were two weeks ago, so there’s that.

And you know what’s crazy? If someone handed me a cupcake right now, I probably wouldn’t eat it. 

Author: Keira Lennox

I'm a small town lady from the sunshine state with an affinity for bookstores, beauty counters and unfussy style. I spend my days running my flower shop, and my nights blogging about what I love and what I wear. (Or watching Netflix and drinking wine.)

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