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Food as Fuel

Funny how a simple adjustment in perspective can make all the difference.

I know that when most people hear "diet" they assume "eat less" or "calorie reduction". As a cancer survivor, I've had to learn a lot more than I'd like about food, nutrients and supplements - all with the intent of reducing risk of recurrence - that is what "diet" is to me. Food to help me reduce the risk of cancer because I cannot do anything about my genetics, but I can control my diet.  I've blogged about the foods and cancer risk reduction previously here: I'd rather be eating hot wings and fries.

For me, like most everyone, I try to eat healthy most of the time, but do eat more rubbish than I should. What about, instead of thinking of eating food for pleasure, perhaps I should think of food as fuel for my body. So if I was making a recipe, I'd want to get the best ingredients I could (within reason).

That change in perspective, is helping me better resist the temptation of too much rubbish "food". What is the best food for my body?

I still do the spinach and/or kale smoothie in the mornings and I will continue to tweak my diet. I've added in more vegetables in the morning, but still struggle at the end of the day. I'll keep working on it!

Couple cancer with my vitiligo and the auto immune mess means I am in search of a diet that could help manage both recurrence risk and auto-immune.

That will be a post for another day - the next iteration of "diet" = food as medicine!

p.s. Did I mention that I have high cholesterol? And it certainly is not because of my diet. Boo. Life is so unfair sometimes!


Here I am with my sleepy face and green smoothie.




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