Six months ago I didn’t know anything about food. I did not have any real knowledge about how food was grown, raised, processed, treated, tested, evaluated, studied, scrutinized, labeled, packaged, distributed, or consumed. I lacked a fundamental understanding of what I put in my mouth every day. From birth to age twenty five I had trained myself to shovel food into my stomach as quickly as possible and in the highest quantity I could withstand. I knew how to eat fast and I knew how to eat a lot. It didn’t matter what was on my plate or how big the plate was, I could and would consume it, regardless of the consequences. When it came to eating you could say that I was a meathead of sorts. I exercised a little, which was enough justification in my head to eat what I wanted. I made mental trade-offs every day. I thought that if I exercised enough it would balance out any bad food that I might have consumed throughout the week.
When I went to the grocery store I would buy the same foods I always bought with little to no consideration of potential health benefits or risks. I was on autopilot every week. I ate the same foods for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and for each (more…)





























