A friend posted this link, What the World Eats, on Twitter the other day. It came shortly after I had made some decisions about my own eating habits.

I’ve been working really hard to lose some weight in the last year. I have lost nearly 50 pounds but I have had a diet filled with a lot of processed foods that come under the label of “spa classics” and “homestyle” and “cafe’ delights.” I chose to eat these foods because they were easy, I could count the calories easily, and it didn’t take more time for cooking than I really had.

However, I started thinking about what I’m eating and what it is costing me. First, those meals are extremely expensive. At $3 or $4 a meal, I could use that money to make 2, 3, or 4 meals that are more healthy.

Second, the meals are frozen so I’m not getting the same nutrients out of the vegetables that I would get if I actually made the food myself.

I don’t know where those foods are coming from. If I buy fresh fruits and vegetables (and I usually buy organic), then I have some sort of control over the quality.

Also, everything I have been reading says that certain foods are good to help combat cancer. Maybe if I treat my body better, I will have less incidences of cancer and a healthier life. I think, too, that it can help me with the fatigue and illness that seem to plague me.

I looked through that pictorial and watched the food that went by. The wealthy western families had diets full of processed foods. The poorer families had diets full of vegetables, whole wheats, and non-processed foods. And the less wealthy diets looked better to me. The abundance of fruits and vegetables made my mouth water.

I’ve been thinking about the whole slow food movement, too. Enjoying the food we eat. I put my fork down between each bite, savoring the food that is going in to my mouth. I think about what is going in, and appreciate the work that has gone into it.

I want to enjoy my food and let it work for me, not against me.

I figure it’s never too late to treat myself right.

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The MacBook Pro is a work computer. It’s not really mine but it is mine to use. I’m still excited. Glossy screen. 17 inches. The better to see my photographs with.

I’ll miss my little 15″ PowerBook G4, though. It has been a good machine for me. My first Mac. I feel almost weepy. *sniff*