That was NOT cheese

I've been pretty conscious about processed food lately.  By lately I mean the last few months.  I'm trying to figure out what is wrong with body and in doing so I've become very suspicious of processed food.  I bought a few books awhile back, The Omnivores Dilemma and In Defense of Food, both written by Michael Pollan.  One theme of both books is, if it doesn't grow on a tree or in the dirt be leery of it.  There's also a lot written about meat but I don't eat much of it so I've focus on the processed food parts.

So, my body has been acting really funky for nearly a year, not quite a full year, but almost.  It could totally be stress induced, cause there has been a lot going on, or maybe hormones or perhaps my diet?  I'm still in the process of investigating.  

Well, my daughter (aka Lovey) and I were watching my son (aka Handsome) play baseball last night.  During the game we wandered over to the concession stand.  And it doesn't take much to realize that when trying to avoid processed foods, the concession stand is NOT the place to be.  Anyways, for whatever reason, I don't know why, but I broke down and bought nachos with "cheese".  The woman behind the counter handed me a plastic bag of nacho chips and 2, yes 2, containers of "cheese".  The "cheese" wasn't even heated up, just disgustingly blobbed at room temperature into a container.  As she handed it to me I knew I didn't want it but took anyway.

So Lovey and I headed back to the bleachers and I began to eat.  Down went about 2/3 of the chips dipped into 3/4 of one of the containers of "cheese".  Almost instantly, my stomach was frantically sending messages to my brain like, WTF????  Why is this non-food being delivered down here?  What is it that you want us (stomach juices and what not) to do with this??  So in retaliation, my stomach cramped up like it has been doing this past year when it disagrees with any decision I have made, food related or not.   The rest of the night was misery and my brain punished me by replaying the step by step "cheese" eating over and over in my mind all night.

Thankfully, I am feeling better this morning but I swear and will write in blood that I will never eat that nastiness again.

Apple in the purse....good.  Concession stand nachos.....bad.