MY GRANDMOTHER, MY BREAKING HEART + WHY I’M DOING THIS
In 2018, I visited my Grandmother in Malawi. I saw how she was living in a tiny village with no water and no electricity. She grew all of her own food, picked it daily, and cooked it in the context of community, eating the equivalent of the Gerson Therapy.
My heart broke.
Why? Because for the last 22 years, I have felt like a crazy oddball fanatic when it comes to healthy clean eating. People thought I was ‘off the wall’ thinking food is medicine or believing in Gerson Therapy. What they didn’t know is that science has been around for 200 years, and traditional knowledge has existed for millions of years. It is available for anyone who wants to read and learn from it and change their lives for the better.
My heart was broken because, in all of those years of feeling different and struggling to help people change their lives and change their health around, I could have been living with my family in Africa eating this way in one of the most absolute and everyday settings. Surrounded by a family that could tell days and weeks before that the rains were coming, could taste the soil and know if it needed more nutrients or not, and could teach you how to grow anything and everything at the right time of year to maximize their crops without pesticides, insecticides, or fertilizers.
My heart broke for all the indigenous people around the world, all the First Nations and aboriginals who had been forcibly removed from their lands, from their crops, from their families, when all they have been doing for millions of years was eating real to heal, and sustaining life, and sustaining the planet for generations to come.
This is just one of the many reasons I am running/riding across Canada, leaving on June 1, 2021, to raise awareness about food as medicine to reverse chronic illness. We can heal the world from this epidemic of chronic disease. And I would love for you to join me in spreading this message.
