What did our ancestors ever do without the media? Who was there to tell them that butter or carbs or meat or wheat or gluten or dairy or canola (Oh wait, there was no such thing) or sugar were bad for them? Gosh, it’s amazing that any of them ever survived childhood. Obviously they did or we wouldn’t be here, right?
I often wonder how they knew what to eat when they couldn’t turn on the computer and see:
"Get a flat stomach by cutting these five foods out of your diet!" (Have any of you every actually clicked that to find out what they are?)
Well, good thing you all have a computer or computer-like device today, because I discovered the weight loss secret of a lifetime! I did it in my very own kitchen. I got this wonderful Springtime milk from the farmer over yonder and separated the cream last night. Then today, I put it in a jar and used my immersion blender to try and whip it up. It started getting hot, and I thought. Hmm, this is making the blender work too hard... Work...Hard work...Hmm! Lightbulb! Great Grandma was never fat because she churned her own darn butter!
So, I put a lid on that jar and I went to work. I shook and shook and shook. And by golly, I started sweating and I shook some more. And the cream got a little thicker. Then it was quite like whipping cream. I shook some more and it got all watery and magically, oh so magically, it turned bright yellow (no artificial colors added) and it was butter.
I got an awesome 5 minute work out that is sure to tone my triceps. And left me with these beautiful results.
Are you still a light weight when it comes to exercise? No worries, here is a low impact version:
Not a hard enough workout for you? Do another batch.
Then try to catch a chicken for supper, or maybe chase down and secure my ornery goat for me so I can milk her. That will keep you running for awhile!
Why is no one selling books with this information? I guess because you can't patent hard work and common sense. The point is, the secret to good health is not a secret. It never has been. Our ancestors were in great shape. They were never obese. Because they worked. Can you imagine the calories it took to wash laundry by hand? To walk to town? To mend fences, and mow grass, and repair roofs? They also ate well. No processed garbage; it was not available. They ate whatever they could produce themselves. They ate meat, carbs, dairy, nuts, seeds and whatever produce they could grow in the garden. Don’t blame them they didn’t know any better. “They say..” didn’t exist at the time.
How did our ancestors know what the perfect body looked like? Without the media, there was no one to tell our great grandmothers that were not good enough and needed to go on a diet. No fashion magazines, no movies, no snarky newspaper columnists were telling women that they are too fat if their bloomers were not XXS! If your neighbor offered you a slice of pie, you sat down and ate it graciously, instead of piously refusing it (and then going into your own home and eating 2 slices in secret). We are so obsessed with food, both with eating and avoiding it. Our ancestors saw it merely as a means of survival. There was no one to tell them not to. They thought for themselves.
As romantic as that time of life seems, I will admit, I am soooo thankful to live in the 21st Century! I love my washing machine. Air Conditioner? Best. Invention. Ever. I love that if hail destroys my newly planted tomato plants, I can go to Home Depot and get more. I love to socialize at the gym (when I have time). I adore going to a restaurant on occasion so I don’t have to cook or clean. But when it comes to food smarts, to hard work, to self-sufficiency, and a value on human decency, boy I yearn for those happy olden years. A simple time where if you could churn it, you could eat it!