— The Bridge at The Edge of The World
— Walk Out Walk On, Brazil: From Power to Play
One of my mental models is that you are what you eat. I consider myself a byproduct of my grandparents and parents actions. What they consumed and how they lived are reflected in my immune system not currently allergic to foods or chemicals. My grandparents were farmers and my parents mostly consumed their local farmed food. After my birth, my parents were more industrialized and depended more on 7-ELEVEN and fast food chains to feed us. When we moved to United States, my parents consumed more fast foods as they worked longer hours to support their family and their BMI (body mass index) increased with their lifestyle changed. With my dad now diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, it’s now part of my family medical history and chances are high that I might have it later on in life. Than there is my grandfather whom has always exercised and ate whole foods; he’s 85 years old and still very functional. The health differences between my father and grandfather sets a lifestyle standard for me and foreshadows how my body may function as I age.
One of our nation’s mental models to spend on credit and pay later, the general consensus is that we strive for our current state of happiness at the cost of our future. It’s hard to see the ripples of our actions if we don’t understand the impact of them. As with my mindset, it’s hard to politely explain to my peers why I won’t eat their meat dishes. The health risk as evidence from my parents is not worth the social acceptance to me. I continue to stand firm on my mental model even during weddings and birthday parties. We become what we consume and I am not ready to evolve to a GMO.
If it can’t be reduced, reused, repaired, rebuilt, refurblished, refinished, resold, recycled or composted, then it should be restriced, redesigned or removed from production.”
Berkeley Ecology Center
I’d been meaning to write a post-graduation blog last year. In the mist of applying for jobs and moving into basement of boyfriend’s parent’s home; life just felt a bit too complicated to slow down to blog. Not that life is any less complicated now but my head feels a bit more clear after returning from Cabo. Smothered by tourism, countless days on the beach with the Pacific breeze, so-so tourist food and a week to ponder, analyze life. Before we left, I felt undeserving of this trip and I didn’t have any accomplishments worth celebrating. I’ve been very selfish with my time—the only thing I have to offer since money is still so limited. It is time to apply for grad school, to move on to another field and to volunteer regularly once again. I need to. A race against the time as my brain slowly turns to mush. Last year, I was ready to take on the world with my countless ideas and bold ambitions. Caught up in the daily grind, I made endless excuses. Blaming my dying lappy (the same one that got me through school), work stresses and mainly blaming anemia for my lack of energy. Truthfully, mushy brain can’t function in this current robotic life and going back to school is the only cure. Re-reading my old post, I sound the same. Still in need of strength, purpose and motivation.