Bitch About It #1

"This disease is out of control at this point", I hear the doctor say. "This is unacceptable, I would have started you on biologics back in July when you had your first blockage last year. You're a young pup, younger than my daughter, and I want to bide you the time with good health to live your life, have kids if that's what you want. I have never seen any medical research done that shows that a diet can change the course of Crohns disease."

Tears well up in my eyes. I knew I should have been eating more clean, but it's so not what the world does around me. I eat exceptionally clean for where I live, and especially compared to my family.

You know, I'm just pissed off that sugar became such a hit and got into everything that we eat now. That we are sold food not by the nutritional wellness, but by it's chemical and addictive and satiating qualities. 

Part of me wants a do-over. Can I go back to my childhood and tell my grandma and mom to stop feeding me bread and cheese and ice cream so much? "You're so skinny, you need to eat some more!" Grandma's love language was to overfeed us on complete garbage, but to her it wasn't garbage. To her, those candy-filled holiday tea parties was a huge part of continuing a tradition, of bringing us together. But the main event... Was candy. Candy handed out on plates, multiple servings of chocolates, rice krispy treats, jelly beans, sugar cookies and more. Christmas, Easter, and Halloween. It was so fun for us kids, but really. Why did sugar ever become the gathering chemical for get-togethers?