I am an avid reader and I recently started receiving a magazine entitled ”Body +Soul”. I had meant to order People, but checked the wrong box. Anyway, as I thumbed through “Body +Soul” I noticed pretty quickly the articles surrounding green living were interrupted only by suggested yoga retreats and three thousand dollar, lavender infused Egyptian cotton sheet sets deemed”necessary” for a good night’s sleep. If I spent three thousand dollars on sheets, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. But I did read the articles on the alarming use of pesticides on foods and their negative impact on children. I immediately felt terrible for purchasing apples from the local grocery and wouldn’t ever admit, even when threatened with water boarding, to taking my boys to eat at McDonalds. What kind of mother would that make me?! According to this magazine, unfit was probably the kindest adjective they would consider.
I was guilted into action. So armed with a list of produce and meat that needed to be organic, I headed to Whole Foods. Frankly, I was feeling a bit smug that I was crusading for my children’s good health. I had cleared the cupboards and fridge of anything that contained food coloring that was bright enough to be seen from space, any food with no expiration date, and no saturated fat was safe from my green infused wrath! I walked the aisles with purpose and the list in my hand seemed to grow by the minute. Grass fed beef, organic produce, and no phosphate detergents all made their way into my cart. I could barely turn the full cart to the register without fear of some no-preservative fruit leather rolling off the basket and onto the floor, but I did it!
As I waited to pay, I had a vision of the boys and I, all glowing from good health and good food, at an Earth Day celebration. We were talking about how we couldn’t believe it took us so long to jump on the healthy living bandwagon!! My reverie was broken by the cashier’s voice, “Uh, ma’am? That will be 237.16. How would you like to pay for that?” WHAT?! I opened my purse and pulled out my wallet in shock at the cost of what I had bought. My hand was shaking as I handed the cashier my hard earned money. She stared at me worriedly as she took the money and asked, “Ma’am, are you alright? You look a little green.” Of course I do.