Sometimes when I’ve had a great salad (including seeds and cottage cheese) for lunch I still want something else. Something sweet and sinful. Something chocolate, usually. So I have it. I don’t have the avocado and cacao mix with stevia and chia. I unwrap the naughty stuff and I enjoy it. Then I put the wrapper in the bin and I don’t worry about it, knowing I’m doing more for my health than I ever have before. I don’t want to be a freak who can’t eat a bar of chocolate without berating myself or talking about what it did to my blood sugar levels or insulin or how it’s set me back in my quest to perfect health or whatever.
When you’re eating more and more good stuff, the other makes up such a small proportion of your diet that I believe it truly won’t impact on your health. Is this a cop-out? Excusitis for sinning? Maybe. But I don’t want to be one of those people who reduces and reduces the ‘acceptable’ foods to ridiculous levels. I want to eat whatever I feel like eating. But I want to do that responsibly, so I concentrate my efforts on eating very, very well. And the rest, the other 20 per cent of the time, I can eat whatever I feel like. Nothing is out of bounds. Ever.