How convenience foods are silently stealing our vitality and years

Me: I am not complicated.

Also me:
That’s vegan, right?
Are the chickpeas soaked and carefully cooked?
What kind of oil did you use?
Does it contain refined sugar?
Nah, that’s full of antibiotics.
White flour? No thanks.
I just eat when I get home, thanks.

I assure you, I’m not complicated. 😅

I just want food that nourishes my body instead of silently hurting it.

It’s strange, isn’t it? We live in a time where real food, the kind our great-grandparents wouldn’t even call “organic,” just food, has become the exception, not the norm. Where taking the time to soak beans and cook with fresh, unprocessed ingredients makes you the exception.

We’ve been taught to accept chemicals we can’t pronounce, oils that inflame our bodies, pesticides, non stick pans, artificial colours, plastic containers, dishwasher detergent disrupting the microbiome, chemically bleached grains, and sugars that keep us hooked because it’s “normal” and “easy.”

In today’s world, caring about what we eat is “too much work.”
Reading labels is “obsessive.”

Convenience has a soft voice. It tells us “just grab this, it’s faster.” It wraps itself in shiny packaging and misleading slogans such as “healthy” or “100% natural”, while quietly stealing our vitality, focus, and years. And because it doesn’t hurt right away, we don’t notice. Not until the tiredness becomes constant, the illnesses creep in, and the spark we once had feels dimmer.

We’ve normalised ultra-processed everything and forgotten that caring for ourselves is a natural act of self-respect.

I’m not complicated. I’m aware.
And I think it’s worth caring.