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My name’s Kaitlin, and I’ve become a bit disillusioned with the “health” fandom. Every place you turn, someone’s rattling off a list of rules reminiscent of the ten commandments with soy/meat/beans/wheat as the original sin. Meanwhile, another health food specialist of a different camp is telling me the exact opposite. Each perspective thinks that their diet is the best in terms of empirical evidence, weight management, energy, inflammation reduction, and overall longevity, while the other diet will manage to destroy my body with greater efficiency than Deadpool locked in a closet with himself. (Mostly because Deadpool isn’t capable of destroying himself, whereas this food, they would argue, inflicts very tangible harm.)

I’m told that correlation and association equal causation, and I find myself dodging the impulse to hide under my porch with a home-grown piece of broccoli and a tinfoil hat.

Where’s the line? Where does mindfulness turn to paranoia? How can I explore these things without allowing them to dominate every aspect of my life and identity? I want to be healthy, but I don’t want to lose all of my time, money, and passion to…maintaining my shell. I want to thrive.

So, I’m heading in, trusty flashlight in hand. I’m trying these recipes, asking for evidence, and raising a skeptical brow to¬†everything. Because eating healthy shouldn’t have to be a full-time job. It should be sustainable and affordable.

Grab a notepad. Let’s go adventuring together and discover the wonder that’s hiding in our cupboard.

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“Kaitlin needs to apply more focus in our in-class discussions. Additionally, she has trouble with the questions after some of the close reading assignments. But, I have confidence that with time and effort, she’ll pick them up.” –My English teacher, junior year of high school.

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“Kaitlin’s nice, because when you ask the class a question, and you’re left with nothing but deafening silence and a nagging insecurity that maybe you picked the wrong career, the wrong study, the wrong field, that maybe you’re talking to empty shells and nothing you do matters, sometimes she raises her hand and volunteers an answer that’s at least somewhat relevant to the subject at hand.” -My professors, probably.

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