So, kinda thankfully, I almost didn’t have time to sulk about my father being deceased today. Reason being, I spent the better part of the day in the loo. Sick to death. And, no, not in the cool sense.
Holy hell, did someone just try to poison me?! Please don’t answer that.
Once I was able to walk upright again, Vince and I made our way to the only health food store on Staten Island: Fit Foods Market. The owner, Diane, is a registered nurse and extremely knowledgeable about autoimmune diseases and how what we eat effects our overall health.
When I told her I have pernicious anemia with the genetic mutation, she almost fell off her chair. “You have to be careful! No grains! No sugar! No anything!” She told me I should be eating as if I have diabetes and celiac. I kinda knew that already, but hearing her say it so earnestly with her drastic Staten Island accent was like, YIKES.
When I told her I ate an entire almond flour cake sweetened with honey last week, she was surprised I was still alive. “You could’ve eaten a horse!” she said. Wait, how did she know I could do that?
When I told her how much we travel, she asked what I eat when we’re abroad. I replied, “everything?” Gulp, wrong answer.
My trip to Fit Foods today was a serious wake up call. I cannot–and will not–cheat the way I’m used to. It’s a matter of life or life with a whole lotta serious problems–problems that I would really rather not have to deal with. Ever.
I was impressed with Diane’s abundance of knowledge, as well as her straightforwardness. However, I was not, in any way, impressed with her prices (sorry, Diane). I purchased three “winners” (as she likes to call them) today. Total? $27.00. How does a bag of cassava chips, a pack of grain free crackers, and a box of everything free muffin tops cost $27.00?
Problem is, she carries items that I’ve never seen before in my gluten free life, even though I live in one of the most health-obsessed cities in the world. And she is so well-freakin’-informed, I felt as if I had my very own top-notch personal nutritional counselor the entire time we were there.
That said, I will definitely go back. This Thursday, in fact. To pick up some more winners. Hopefully the loan will be approved by then–ya know, the “cost of eating healthy” loan? The interest rate is a long happy life. And the alternative is unthinkable.
Until next time, folks…
Namaste healthy 🙂