"Someone needs to stand up and say that the answer isn't another pill.
The answer is spinach."
- Bill Maher
Let food be thy medicine.
Hippocrates, 480 B.C. (or something like that)
(Okaaaaaay ...a lot.)
I wouldn't say I am completely off the wagon. It's more like I'm hanging on by one arm while the horse is quickly gaining speed.
When I last went to the doctor in October, she brought up the issue of cholesterol medication. Again. And my high triglycerides. Again.
I don't go to the doctor. I'm not interested in medication. My doctor wasn't too interested in hearing about dietary changes, including the admittedly few that I had made. She seems to be the type who is a little too attached to her prescription pad.
Needless to say, I will be finding a new doctor.
He that takes medicine and neglects diet wastes the time of his doctor.
Ancient Chinese proverb
In the meantime, I've been talking via Facebook with one of my very best friends who has some similar issues and who, in that past two weeks with the support of her husband, decided to begin a "plant-strong" diet.
"You need to watch Forks Over Knives too," she told me. Which I then did, on Wednesday.
Have you seen this documentary? (You probably have. I am the last person in the world to see every movie.) It's eye-opening and, in my opinion, well-done. A lot of the information I'd already heard, but the way it is put together in the film - combined with real-life stories of people who have adopted a plant-based diet - is fascinating.
I know that there are some controversies surrounding this particular film and that there will always be people convinced that we need to continue consuming meat products and dairy. I'm not so sure. Forks Over Knives advocates a plant-based diet, meaning one that is primarily plant-based (no animal products), consists of minimally processed foods, and no oils.
I watched with my laptop, taking notes, but the statistics were coming too fast for me to type (even as I looked away during the visuals of the open heart operations; those were a little too graphic for my ... um, taste). I found it especially interesting to see the historical connections.
In the 1950s and 1960s, Americans started to believe that we needed more protein in our diets. This coincided with seeing visuals of starving children throughout the world and the introduction of convenience and fast foods. Coronary artery disease became more prevalent, and in 1971, President Nixon and Congress declared a "war on cancer."
Too many of us here in the United States are still fighting that war, especially when compared to other countries.
On Wednesday, I made the Tex-Mex Shepherd's Pie recipe from Everyday Happy Herbivore for dinner.
It's incredibly simple. Instead of oil, I sauteed onions in the juice of canned diced tomatoes. I also added a little bit of garlic. Then, it's a can of black beans and corn. (I had a bag of steamed corn in the freezer.) Top with mashed sweet potatoes, and that's it.
I happened to think this was absolutely delicious. The kids thought it was okay but were fans of the aesthetics. ("It's black and gold ... Steelers colors!" Boo said, while he helped me stir. (That's his hand in the photo above.) "This would be a great Super Bowl meal next time they win.") The Husband ... well, he hated it. (He's not quite on board with the idea of a plant-based diet while eschewing cholesterol medications. He's somewhat of the mindset that, if the doctor says you need to be on a pill, you're to run to the pharmacy that instant. I'm a bit - okay, a lot - more skeptical.
For Thursday night's dinner, I made up my own vegan creation: a stir fry with a large portobello mushroom. He wasn't too happy with that, either.
As my mid-morning snack on Friday, I had a large bowl of fruit that I purchased at Costco: strawberries, blueberries, bananas, and a plum. That filled me up until early-mid afternoon.
For our traditional Friday night pizza night, I still ordered pizza for the family but I added a garden salad large enough to share with everyone. Nobody accepted. I had a decent portion, plus two smallish size slices of pizza. (As opposed to the three slices I typically have.) I just did the same for lunch today.
Part of the issue is that these are foods The Husband doesn't like. Vegetables, beans, tofu, fruits - not his thing. We've both been vegetarian for 14 years, but truthfully, most of the time that takes the form of being pasta-tarian. If there's a classification called Italian-arian with a diet of pizza, ravioli, baked ziti, lasagna, macaroni and cheese ... that's us. We also eat a lot of vegetarian substitutes - veggie burgers and crumbles, faux chicken, etc., which can get pricey. For me, it's just getting to be too much. I'm tired of having no energy; I'm tired of my migraines.
So, to each his and her own. I've decided that while I'm not going to force the issue - I'm not interested in being a nag or turning this into a battleground - that's not going to stop ME from making the changes I want to make. There are bigger issues at play here; we have two kids; he just got over having cancer; and if I live past August 4 of this year, then I'll officially be older than my dad when he died.
Food for thought, indeed.
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