Ayva and I went to the grocery store yesterday for the first time in awhile. My mom had been staying with me for a few weeks, and had been taking care of that task for the family. I was having a small dinner party, and needed to pick up a couple of things, so Ayva and I headed to our local market to get the items that we needed. Upon walking in, it was really weird, but I didn’t really feel comfortable with any of the food that I saw.
I rolled Ayva in our cart up and down the aisles looking for something…better than what I was seeing. In the produce section, I wondered where the fruits and vegetables were from, like, oranges aren’t in season now, are they? And why was the kale so expensive? I know it doesn’t cost that much to grow. In the meat section, everything looked…dead. I mean, I know it’s all dead, but it looked gray and lifeless. We eat that? Yuck.
Now, as I’m thinking all of this, my self is saying to myself, “Stop it, Brandi. You don’t have time for this.” And I don’t. I mean, it’s hard enough trying to put healthy meals on the table, and now I’m going to start worrying about how “local” my food is and where it comes from?
I talked myself out of the anxiousness that almost had me walking out of the store without purchasing anything (I did have 5 people coming over for dinner after all), and was up at 3 AM thinking about how I could have more control over the food that I feed myself and my baby girl. It’s not even a question about whether or not it’ll happen. It has to happen. If it was just me, I know I probably wouldn’t even care so much, but it’s not just me. I want Ayva to grow up feeling good, inside and outside. If there is an opportunity for me to give her better food, I have to take it.
Food has a lot of power. It affects your health. It can affect your mood. It can mean the difference between living to 55 or 85. Seriously, it’s no joke. With all of the pesticides that’s being used on a lot of the produce that is sold, and hormones in the livestock, it’s kind of like playing roulette anytime we eat. It’s scary.
And so, I begin a new journey. This one is going to be slow and steady (unlike the switch to organic dairy, which was a one and done, and in comparison, was easy as pie). I’ve decided that I’m not going to drive myself crazy with this lifestyle change. We’ll start with a 20/80 plan (20% local and 80% whatever), and work up to 50/50 by the end of the year. Next year, I’ll take a look at where we are and try to do more.
Well, y’all, I’m going to need a lot of help. And prayers. And a list of all of the farmer’s markets in the area.
Am I crazy?