It's not a meal, it's a revolution

If you're reading this I have to assume you sense some sort of internal curiosity that can't be quelled by our consumer society. You are not alone. There's been a subtle, steady campaign under way for sometime now for our hearts and minds. While much blame can be assigned, there's one thing I keep coming back to again and again: The food we put in our mouths three times a day. People have lost touch with what goes in their bodies to such an extent that fast food value meals can be marketed as appealing and nutritious to a complicit American society. Now, I don't need to be a mouthpiece for Michael Pollan for he has quite a large enough following as it is. However, the Standard American Diet(S.A.D!) is marketed to us as "convenient" and "normal." Meanwhile consuming simple, wholesome food in it's most natural uncooked state is labeled as "fringe", "primitive", "expensive", and/or "complicated." Nothing could be further from the truth. I'm still waiting to hear how fresh fruits and vegetables are fringe and a Whopper combo meal is normal. Normal for whom? The customer, whose body has to work hard to realign the amino acids in the meat to make them optimal to build protein? The employee, who has to work for slave wages at a job she hates just to get by? The cow, who has to spend its entire unnatural life standing on concrete, eating a diet it was never meant to eat, being abused and pumped full of hormones and antibiotics? Wait! I know for whom it's normal. The Industrial Agriculture Complex that's been getting rich off our ignorance for many a decade now. They don't dare inform us enough to make intelligent food choices that may possibly threaten their almighty shareholders. Wake up. Rub your eyes and come out of that food coma they've had you drugged on for so long and think about this. Food is a weapon. Food is a right. Food is political. Your breakfast, lunch and dinner can be a revolution if you so choose. Often when I talk to folks about this I get the sense that I'm somehow talking down to them or admonishing them for their personal choices. This has never once been my intention. I only seek to help them become healthier, more socially-conscious eaters if they so choose. If only someone could've told me about raw food when I was a youngster I may have avoided the unnecessary weight gain and mental haze that shaped my youth. If only I'd known a vegan who wasn't so holier than thou went I first expressed an interest in it, I may have prevented the deaths of those I ate during my years of conflicting ideologies. So take a little stroll through the produce section the next time you do your grocery shopping. Your body has a way of leading you to what it wants. See what catches your eye and ask yourself, "What do I want for dinner?"