I’m Done Blaming Myself For Having Diabetes
You should be done too and here’s why
Envision a world where humans roam freely, unencumbered by clothing, surrounded by the bounties of nature. In this idyllic setting, every necessity for life — food, water, and shelter — is readily available, creating a (healthy) utopian paradise. Picture diverse individuals, each with their own unique characteristics, living harmoniously amidst a landscape abundant with whole foods like fresh vegetables, fruits, and grass-fed meats.
However, as time progresses, the scope of this paradise gives way to the encroachment of modern civilization. Traditional activities such as gardening and communal gatherings are overshadowed by the relentless expansion of urban cities, fueled by the destruction of natural habitats. Accessing fresh, nutritious foods becomes increasingly difficult, with factories replacing traditional farms and vital farming knowledge fading with each passing generation.
In this new urban landscape, the demands of work consume our lives, leaving little time for leisure or proper nutrition. Convenience foods become the norm, and the microwave becomes both a time-saving device and a symbol of our disconnect from wholesome, homemade meals. Desserts, once lovingly prepared by family members, are now hastily purchased from store shelves.
