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Every Sunday afternoon my Dad made us two bowls of chicken noodle soup + a tall stack of saltines for the weekly afternoon golf show on CBC. We’d sit on the chesterfield; my feet barely hanging over the sides, with my soup on my lap and my crackers laid out on the cushion beside me….
I had no idea how much garbage was in the food I ate before I began studying nutrition. From the preservatives, unnecessary sugars, carcinogens, dyes, flavors and chemicals, it didn’t phase me. But, a couple of weeks into my training something clicked… The food I’m eating is slowly killing me. One of the foods that…
Remember how I told you at the beginning of the week that I’d ordered an ice cream machine? Well, Sears called me on Thursday to tell me it had been delayed a week. Wait a minute, why did I order this online when there’s a Sears on my way home? I could pick it up…