To the "Gonna Die Anyway" Crowd

We've all probably heard someone share this ever-wise popular mentality: "We're all gonna die anyway, so I'm gonna eat whatever I want." And if you've so much as stuck a toe in the ocean of healthy living, particularly in the realms of social media, you've especially seen that line far too many times.

A while back I saw an ad for the then-new Reese's Cheerios online, under which one well-intentioned, brave, if not-so-tactful commenter took it upon themselves to point out the Glyphosate-ridden shortcomings of the presumably delicious poisoner, I mean, cereal. And, with a couple of exceptions in the replies people unleashed, including the above cliched line (because how DARE you find blame with the American institution that is Cheerios?), she was slaughtered. By people whose feelings got riled up over 1) someone questioning their beloved cereal and 2) someone bothering to rock the boat for others' good whether the facts were palatable or not.

In cases such as this (as this scenario is quite common), I am always of a couple different minds. On the one hand, I want to butt in and stick up for the lone truth-spreader. Because the easy thing to do would have been to keep her mouth shut and her valuable knowledge to herself. But on the other hand, the naysayers are actively, intentionally, no-excuses-left proclaiming that they will every day choose ease, taste (though artificially manipulated), and willful ignorance over both short and long-term health, empowerment, and living as if they've got some sense. Why bother? So I tend toward invisible option C: put in a blog post what is far too long and in-depth for a die-hard Cheerio fanatic to handle. Because this is about far more than just Cheerios.

While this is still a free country, so people are entitled to ignorance—and to bashing those who try to shine a light onto their beloved darkness—I have to say that few excuses make me eye roll as hard as the "gonna die anyway" groan. Yes, I say "excuse" because that's what lines like that are: attempts to rationalize misplaced priorities, love for instant gratification at any cost, and ignorance. 
Because we must comfort our ignorance at all costs. It helps us sleep at night.
So why does this excuse drive me crazy? Because the facts are out there. Glyphosate—you know, in Roundup, that thing you buy at Walmart to kill your weeds—in our food is not a conspiracy theory. It is fact. The absolutely harmful, purposely addictive, crap "ingredients" present in mainstream, popular foods are no secret anymore. And Glyphosate is just the tip of the iceberg

In this day and age, if you're unaware of this issue, you are living under a rock. So basically, if you have access to a computer or a smart phone, you've at least caught wind that something is up with our food.

Meanwhile, have you noticed how common it is to be sick nowadays? I mean chronically, quality-of-life alteringly sick? How frequently people we knowor we ourselvesare being diagnosed with cancer? Arthritis? Alzheimer's? Autism? Learning disabilities? Intestinal issues? Or even how many of us have not been diagnosed with anything official but are struggling with something, be it chronic pain, chronic fatigue, insomnia, hair loss, migraines, constipation, anxiety, or depression? Even those who spend zero effort on their health would probably admit that they have noticed: seemingly everyone is sick nowadays. Or more how they see it: symptoms of not-so-perfect health are the norm.

It's "just how it is" today: people are getting sicker and sicker younger and younger. Childhood [insert basically anything bad] is the highest it's ever been—and guess what? We haven't even gotten to see yet how the compromised health of today's children will translate into adulthood. But it doesn't take an expert to deduce that it's not looking good.

So, regardless of your stance on health and food, you have to admit: Americans today as a whole are not exactly healthy, and something is up. Do you not see a correlation here? It doesn't take a study to point this out.
Any chance it's got anything to do with the things we are putting into our bodies every day, multiple times a day?
I know my generation in particular has grown up on fast food. Seeing food as a pleasure and not a tool or a gift. Seeing what we eat as neutral at worst in regards to its effects on our invincible (though, okay, I guess eventually dying) bodies. I get it. I used to live in that dream world too. But it's time to wake up, grow up, and realize that's all that was: a dream world. And one that may have tasted good but turned out to be a nightmare as time started to catch up with such a mindset.

And I don't know, I guess even after all I have learned in the past several years of illness to health, I still somehow have this childlike impression that, deep down, people have sense. That people care—about their priceless health and only-get-one bodies. About truth, even when it's not immediately pleasant. About things higher, greater, and more important than flipping Reese's Cheerios. But they don't. Every day they prove that they don't. And I guess the child in me will always scratch my head and look at them and wonder, "...Why do you not care? Why is one food so important to you that you can't give it up?" And then the adult in me can't decide between anger at willful stupidity and tears over their willful suffering, so she writes a post like this.

So tell me, "We're all gonna die anyway" crowd: are you enjoying perfect health right now? Is there nothing about your health or your body that's concerning you or interfering with your life? If you can say you are perfectly healthy, then fine, go ahead and enjoy your Cheerios. But tell me: do you think you will always be that way? That what you're eating will not catch up with you? That it's freaking #worthit when it finally does? That you value food over how you feel? And that, therefore, you as a person are not worth the trouble to care about what you eat, put into, and put on your body now?

And if you had to say no, that you do not have perfect health, but you are sure that things like Cheerios can't possibly have a negative effect on you and are offended that anyone could care enougher, I mean, be hateful enoughto suggest otherwise ... enjoy spending the money you're saving by buying crap food now on medical bills later.

But if you've never before made the connection between how you eat and how you feel and you are just starting to: keep on going. In today's society, realizing that connection is like opening the portal to another world: a world of empowerment and quality of life. Welcome! It's not easy, but it gets easier, and it actually is #worthit.

I think a lot of miserable people today believe that they're healthy. Or healthy "enough." Even with lingering ailments or symptoms. That this is as good as it gets.
Because eating crap is so common. Treating our bodies like crap is so common. And therefore feeling like crap is so common. People think their quality of life is fine and for the most part unaffected by what they eat because their "quality of life" radar is broken. They have no idea how healthy they have the potential to be and therefore how good they have the potential to feel. And if "feeling good" is so doggone important to us as a society, why is health—the means to that actual end—not?
Listen, I know Cheerios taste good. And Krispy Kreme. And Dr. Pepper. And all those things we get all riled up over people condemning because deep down we know we're addicted to them and so there must be something off about them. And because the food that our society is used to, regardless of poisoned properties, is apparently one of our most prized possessions. And because we don't want our dream worlds cracked. 

I know, I've tasted all of those "American institutions" as much as anyone else has.

But I can tell you this: health tastes better.


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