WHY I EAT ORGANIC AND ALWAYS WILL

We all have those pivotal moments in our lives when something happens and we know that nothing will ever be the same again.  One of mine occurred when my son was three.  He had suffered severe eczema since he was tiny and I had taken him to a multitude of specialists seeking help.  His case was extreme.  He regularly suffered staph infections and couldn’t sleep at night due to the discomfort.  It was horrible and the most horrible part is I felt helpless to comfort his pain.  The doctors wanted me to rub steroid cream all over him and give him antibiotics to deal with the repeated infections.  In my heart, I knew that this was not good for this tiny little person.  For years, I bathed him in cool water with oatmeal, rubbed him with Vaseline and Aquaphor lotion and kept his skin covered so that any additional contact irritant would not make it worse.  

I was in college at the time and spent a lot of time at the library.  One day, when I sat down to study there was a book open on the table in front of me and I started reading it.  A very small portion of one of the big long paragraphs made the point that, "the condition was found to be related to patient’s diet".    That sentence changed my entire mindset.  I knew that I had to try to drastically change what he was eating and see if that would help.  

I threw out everything in our tiny little apartment.  I found out that the local co-op was close by and the best place for organic food.  I bought him organic everything.  I took all processed food out of his diet.  If it wasn’t a whole food source, then I did not buy it.  I researched recipes that I could make that he would eat and I talked to him about why I wanted to try this new plan.  He was a trooper and together we found foods that he liked.  In less than 10 days his skin was 100% improved.  The cracked, rough, bumpy rash that covered his body was gone.  I was absolutely amazed.  From that point on, my fridge has never gone back to what it was before.  I didn’t need any more convincing than the miracle that I had just watched happen to my son.  

Over the past 15 years I have learned a lot about what they put in the food we buy.  I researched where our food comes from and I learned what genetically modified means.  I cannot believe that people are not protesting out front of their local grocery stores and demanding that they stop poisoning us.  I try not to look and sound like a total freak, but it is something I am incredibly passionate about and whenever I can I try to gently help people to understand that most of what afflicts them can be prevented and treated through nutrition modification (or a total fucking overhaul of one’s crappy diet).  

This was the beginning of a lifelong journey for me.  Ultimately, it became my passion and what my heart is drawn to.  I will always be thankful that someone left that book open on the library table.