
I have always been a rebel. Maybe because I was an over-controlled child I just had to break free. Free from the mind-numbing boredom that was school, free from the constraints that my gender and parents laid on me, free from the sheep-like behavior of my contemporaries. As a teen I was never part of the pack - I was either leading the pack, or hanging out with my best friend, who was different to say the least.
My smoking and partying lifestyle was definitely a fine example of rebellion. As was my first marriage. But the ultimate act of rebellion was gaining weight. I remember innocuous remarks by my parents during childhood that made me think that I was fat. I was certainly bigger than most kids, but not fat. During puberty my dad would repeatedly tell me that I would become very fat if I continued eating that much. I guess something inside me said, “You want to see fat? I’ll show you fat!” And boy, did I ever!
Looking back now, I can see that I was a typical rebel without a cause. I was rebelling for the sake of rebelling. There was no purpose to it. And the one who suffered for it was me, not them (whoever they may be). I’m almost 40 and still undoing some of the damage and overcoming some of the problems my rebellion has caused.
But you know, once a rebel always a rebel. And being a rebel is not necessarily a bad thing. It can just mean marching to the beat of a different drum. It can mean living a very fulfilling and inspiring life. These days, I’d like to think that I’m a rebel with a cause.
- I rebel against the food industry that is more concerned about their bottom line than the size of my bottom or my health. I do this by eating only fresh produce and whole foods, preferably from local markets or CSA’s.
- I rebel against the medical establishment’s fascination with drugs and technology by healing my body through nutrition and lifestyle changes. I read the books of doctors, like Drs. Caldwell Esselstyn, Dean Ornish, Joel Fuhrman and John McDougall, who know that the body is an amazing organism, fully capable of healing itself if given the right tools.
- I rebel against the diet industry’s obsession with weight and deprivation. Yes, I weigh myself, but I also take my measurements and note the positive changes in my body. My aim is to be lean and heavy (with muscle) rather than light and flabby.
- I rebel against the media’s misinformation and ubiquitous advertising by not watching television, listening to the radio or reading magazines.
- I rebel against our culture’s obsession with youth and beauty. I am almost 40 and I have just begun! There will be no slowing down here. I’m going to love my wrinkles.
- I rebel against the notion that I am too old to start a family. I will be a mother.
- I rebel against parents who are so ignorant that they feed their children in a way that will make them fat, exposing them to a childhood of ridicule and a lifetime of disease.
- I rebel against the statistics that say that I’m going to have breast cancer or cervical cancer (I fit the profiles perfectly), lung cancer (from having smoked most of my adult life), diabetes (I’m on a rather slippery slope) and heart disease. Not that the statistics are wrong, but because I am aggressively healing my body.
- I rebel against the condescending notion that one can make small changes in lifestyle and get big, miraculous results.
- I rebel against what is taught in schools and universities about nutrition, because I know who pays for those teaching materials and research has proven most of it wrong. Down with the Four Food Groups! Eating like that will make you fat and sick.
- I rebel against the fact that some drugs, like caffeine and sugar, are socially acceptable, while cigarettes, marijuana, heroin and crystal meth are reviled. They should all be regarded for what they are - mind-altering substances that wreak havoc in our bodies.
- I rebel against the fact that most people do not know what constitutes good nutrition and do not want to learn, even as they are drowning in misery and defeat.
- I rebel against my own weakness and self-sabotaging behavior. I will overcome this and I will succeed.
- I rebel against the fact that agri-business is destroying our farmland. If farming practices do not change drastically very fast, the USA will run out of topsoil in roughly 50 years. That will mean famine in our children’s lifetime.
- I rebel against the fact that our food choices are destroying our planet. Eating animal foods contribute more to global warming than all the cars, truck, ships and airplanes in the world.
- I rebel against the fact that our food choices are contributing to world hunger. We are growing food for animals that only the rich can afford to eat, instead of growing food for people.
- I rebel against the fact that our love of animal foods is destroying the rain forests, the lungs of our planet, hand over fist and depleting our water resources.
- I rebel against the fact that animal anti-cruelty laws do not apply to animals grown for food. They are kept in the cruellest and most deplorable conditions. I take some consolation from the fact that they are avenged by the degenerative diseases humans suffer as a result of eating animal products.
- I rebel against the fact that the biotech industries have lobbied, and got, legislation that doesn’t allow genetically engineered food and foods containing growth hormones to be so labelled.
- I rebel against the fact that biotech companies have managed to patent seed, while buying up smaller seed suppliers, so that our future food supply is now in the hands of a few people who have displayed no scruples or ethics in the past.
- I rebel against the fact that the exorbitantly expensive and overburdened healthcare system is in fact only a disease-care system.
- I rebel against the fact that fast food is cheap. They should be subjected to the same taxes and levies as cigarettes, in order to pay for health care.
Okay, I have gotten progressively more worked up as I was writing. I am an angry rebel!
I only have this body. I have to do my best for it, especially after abusing it for so long. I know that I can not only arrest the damage, but I can become vibrantly and exuberantly healthy and one day die in peace, not pain and misery.
We only have this planet. We have caused incredible damage to it in the last 100 years. Some of it will never be reversed. But we can save it, not by making small changes to slow down the speed at which we are damaging it, but by making sweeping changes. Otherwise our children will have no home.
I know I can’t change the world. But I can change my world and my life. I can heal my body, lose weight and have children after being infertile for 20 years. And maybe then I can inspire someone to start questioning the way things are in today’s world. I can add my voice to a growing group of people who are concerned about the greed and exploitation of not only the earth, but of our health and lives. I can vote with my wallet by avoiding the products that cause harm and buying the ones that heal and sustain.
I am a rebel with a cause. My whole life has been leading up to this…
