Since my last post, I have made a few changes in my life. First, I have decided to take some time off from school and explore more of my options, and I moved in with my sister who I hadn't seen for eight years. It has all been so wonderful, and I feel good about my decision and I think it was a really smart move for me. We get along really well (disregarding the usual sister-sister, "but I want to wear that!" spats) and I have been able to share and talk about nutrition with her and talk all about my philosophies on life and child rearing.
Now, I don't have any children of my own, but I just love to read about baby/child care. It is one of those things that I just love to do, I can't explain it. At my sister's apartment, we bet baby magazines for some reason -- neither of us know why they are being sent -- and just reading through them is horrifying! This is what these magazines think parenting is all about?!
I just want stories of that show mothers getting in touch with their feminine essence. I want to read about a woman who rejected pain-meds during her child birth because she knew what she could do and she knew what was best for her. I want to hear stories about how father's masculine essence was tapped to aid him in being a father. I want stories about the best stroller or the best car for a growing family, and read stories about people doing different things.
And the nutrition advice. I think that was a typo actually, because their "advice" on nutrition is really a recipe for cavities and poor development.
I usually read bits of this book at a time, picking and choosing different sections I think are really good and important. I love how this is a real book about real nutrition, not the politically correct, saturated-fat-is-bad vitriol that permeates other books and magazines.
Which brings me to my next topic. While searching through my email, I came across an article from Everyday Health about saturated fats. I perused it, and I have since made plans to cancel my subscription. The
I know, this is how the world works. The guys with the most money get to put out whatever garbage they want, wrap it in a pretty package, and sell it to the public. I haven't forgotten that we are a money driven society where the only thing that matters are how many Ben-Franklins you can pile up, but sometimes I hold out hope that maybe there will be a glimmer of truth that shines forth so that the majority can learn about true nutrition, and what life is all about: family, love, and good health.
I guess I shouldn't hold my breath.