Baby Carrots

Ugh, how boring. A blog about healthy stuff. I could spend the next few minutes writing about how much I detest veggies. Actually, that would be more realistic than pretending I'm totally into carrots, broccoli, and squash. Truth is, I've eaten so many baby carrots as of late, that I'm starting to turn orange. 

I wonder, how many people out there literally have to eat more veggies because their doctors told them to? And how many choose to eat them just because they love them? How about those who read about the benefits of eating better, and started a vegan or vegetarian lifestyle?

I've been all of the above over the past 10 years, even to the point where I grew my own food for awhile. I've flipped back and forth between eating whatever I wanted, to measuring and consuming only the freshest purest plant-based foods. I must admit, I was the healthiest I'd ever been during that time. But now that I'm older, and health issues have crept up, I'm being told to eat more veggies. Lots of them. Like, every day. It's no longer a choice what I eat; it's an order. 

Whenever I crave ice cream or chips, or anything else that's not good for me, I grab a bag of baby carrots. As a matter of fact, I'm snacking on them right now. I'm getting used to them all over again. But wow, they don't taste like cake!

Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to be alive and well. I can still function in this world. Even with health issues, I manage to walk every day. I create art, photograph, make NFT's on the daily too. My life has slowed down, and I notice things more. I walk through town like I have a hundred times before, yet see little things here and there that I've never seen before. I photograph them, paint them, and marvel at them. Slowing down (and eating more veggies) isn't all that bad. It could be a whole lot worse. 

Thank you, baby carrots and all of your cohorts. I'l keep eating you, and learn to love you again. 
Done ranting.
Thanks for reading.

​Zushka