Oh no! They’re not organic, and they likely contain GMO. Screw it. Pass the salsa.
I’m tired of looking for the demons in my food. Hunting out the gluten is hard enough sometimes. Even if I read the label, has the company been honest? What about shared lines? Is that even mentioned on the label?
Damn, I live in Hawai‘i. That’s right. The company is closed by the time I get to the grocery store. I guess I can’t call while looking at the product. I’ll try to search the internet.
Huh, no good information. It is labeled gluten-free, but it’s not certified. Should I chance ‘em? Maybe not today. I’ll try searching more when I get home.
Oops, I got distracted by the rest of my life and forgot. Here we go again, back at the store with uncertainty. Maybe the same product, maybe not.
There’s no other option. I guess I’ll go without.
That’s the life of a celiac in the grocery store. That’s a good part of why I’ve decided to stop searching for every other demon in my food.
Yes, GMO is really bad. I get that. I really do. But, sometimes I just want some freaking tortilla chips that are gluten free, and fit my budget. They might not be organic, or GMO free, but dammit I want them anyway.
Yup, there might be some non-organic soy in something else I want to eat; but guess what, it’s gluten free certified and fits the budget. I’m going for it.
It’s certified gluten free, but it contains non-organic soy. It’s likely GMO. Oh no!
Bring on the chicken and rice noodles.
Don’t be mistaken. I definitely try to buy as much organic, and non-GMO products as possible. But, I refuse deprivation because of these demons.
Today I was in Mana Foods (a local health food store), and was looking at the gluten free bread in the freezer. As I was contemplating which one to get I saw a man looking at the freezer case as well. He called over to his friend, in a rather snobby and snarky tone of voice, “Oh… look. Gluten free junk food.” I turned to him and said, “Damn right!” grabbed my bread, and carried on with my day. I heard him whisper to his friend, “I don’t care if it’s gluten free, it’s still junk food.” He’s right, gluten free junk food is still junk food. Yet, I have to wonder when the last time he ate a gluten filled pastry was. Or when he had a bowl of ice cream last. I’d bet it wasn’t too long ago.
I know what’s healthy. I know what isn’t. I have studied many nutritional philosophies for more than half a decade. I still eat a healthful diet compared to most Americans. I definitely am not on the S.A.D. (Standard American Diet).
But, I do like snacks and treats. Who doesn’t? I’m just tired of demonizing food. I’m tired of feeling more anxiety when I’m already an anxious person. I am tired of food guilt. I just want to eat.
So, I will. Are you tired of hunting out every demon in your food? If so, give a shout.
If you’ll still scrutinize every thing you eat, tell me why it’s important to you.