Food Effects

Here is my story of why processed food is evil: 

So I was hungry today at work, and by hungry, I mean "frustrated that every time I closed a Word window... *bing* ... Changes were made to the Normal template. Do you want to save?" NO! So I had to click close, X, close, No. For about 70 different documents that I was just trying to print! And every time I wanted to print I had to click "Properties, grayscale, double-sided." That's easier to type than to do, because in between, I had to wait. I'm convinced that hell is driving in super bad rush hour traffic to a job where the computer is slow!! 

Anyway.

I ate a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. (Sorry, Doritos. I don't mean to pick on you. It is what it is.) I knew it was a bad idea, but I did it anyway. I had a stomachache before I finished the bag (and I still finished the bag). They are NOT. GOOD.  

I'm fine now, I lived, but I don't normally eat chips at all, let alone Doritos, and if you haven't had them for a while, the only thing that makes them good is the memory of when you used to think they tasted good. 

Meanwhile, my husband has been travelling for a week. He's home now. He has food allergies, and something he hate has made him so bloated that he looks like he gained at least 20 pounds. In five days. That isn't right!! We've been so careful and worked so hard to try to get him healthy, and he's still sabotaged by things that he doesn't realize are bad for him, or by thinking a food is safe, but it turns out they coat it with flour or inject it with colors or it never actually came from nature at all, even though it says "All Natural." 

Even the sweet potatoes we had for dinner that were from the grocery store aren't as good as the sweet potatoes we get from the farmers market. So I will be cooking all weekend in an attempt to give Steve some good things to eat. I hope we can find a solution so he can start feeling healthy. He has to eat, but eating the wrong things makes him sick. Bad food = poison. Good food = medicine.