
We always had vegetables and fruits growing in the backyard. We
rarely ate meat. Processed junk food like macaroni, canned soda,
potato chips, or sugary granola bars—this stuff just wasn’t part of
our routine. I don’t think I ate a single bite of junk food until I was in
my early teens. That’s when everything changed. The first and last
time time my lips tasted Kraft Dinner was when I was twenty-nineyears-old—a ridiculous pregnancy craving that came back up just as
fast as it went down. Clearly, my soon-to-be-born babe inside wasn’t
impressed.