Remember the Baltimore Catechism? Those of us of a certain age sure do. Written in question and answer format, we were required to commit much of it to memory, so we could readily cough up the answers to questions like, "Who Made Me?". ("God made me", is the quick, semi-automatic response).
There was brevity and clarity associated with these crisp responses; but I can't say that I have been able to resolve the more challenging questions life has presented me by pulling out and applying memorized answers. Lately though, some similar questions and the resulting knee-jerk responses have actually been helpful in this journey to better health and well-being.
I once read a recommendation to avoid eating (or drinking) any food or drink that your grandmother would not recognize. That feels right--wine's OK; Mike's Hard Lemonade, probably not. Piece of fruit, good. A 'gotta have it' treat from Coldstone Creamery? Don't think so. And my grandmothers likely ate pretty good stuff -- bread, pasta, vegetables, fruits. My maternal grandmother was a wiry, trim woman. My paternal grandmother was a bit broader and my overall build seems more to resemble hers. I have previously described my strong family history of diabetes. So maybe the 'grandmother test' isn't the best.
I've been thinking more about applying the 'God-Baltimore Catechism' test to the "Can/Should I Eat This?" question. I've been asking myself, "Who Made This?" If God did make it and it is still looks close to the way He made it, then I'm thinking it's probably fine. So, blueberries, yes; blueberry cobbler with ice cream, no. Fish or meat? Hey, I think Jesus ate those! Pasta? That's a tough one -- it is processed. For awhile I am taking a pass. And chocolate? Don't think so.
That still leaves lots of options. It's fresh corn season; tomatoes and cherries too. And something is working, albeit verrrrry slowly. Down another pound this week. Total of 10 pounds off now (pCR or post Canyon Ranch) and just over 27 in total.
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