You know. Cloth diapers. Natural birth (or even *gasp!* water birth). Locally grown produce and locally raised meats. Raw milk. Cleaning with vinegar. Eating clean and cutting out processed foods. That kind of stuff.
I research it all the time. It’s all I do at work. You know, when I don’t have any projects to work on. Which is basically all the time. Unless I’m on Pinterest looking at food porn (I do that a lot).
But I’ve realized that I spend a whole lot more time researching it and forming opinions than I do implementing these ideas into my lifestyle. It’s harder than I thought it would be. My husband isn’t necessarily on board (although he’s getting closer. I think.). We don’t have a lot of money. I don’t have a lot of extra time to devote to making things homemade.
I don’t want people to think I’m some weird hippy tree hugger.
I have made some changes since we got married. We recently purchased a dairy share so we can drink raw milk. I try to buy less processed food and make more things from scratch. I use a homemade all-purpose cleaner most of the time. I make my own bread sometimes. I even bought a Diva Cup.
But there are so many things that I want to do, or stop doing. I grimace every time I pick up a package of chicken breasts because it’s on sale for $1.99/lb, knowing that I really should be buying an organic version, or even better, signing up for that meat share at the farm I get my milk from. Or when I give in a buy another box of jambalaya rice mix because I don’t want to go through the process of finding a recipe that my husband approves of, not to mention trying to make it with brown rice instead of white and figuring out how to get the rice to not be mushy.
Or when I give in and buy another candle because hubby loves them.
Or when I buy more paper plates and plastic cups because I hate doing the dishes.
Or my husband brings home dish detergent or laundry detergent or bread or whatever it is that I told him we didn’t need to buy because I was going to make it myself.. and then never got around to it.
Or I decide we’re going out to eat because I’m SO OVER making my own dinner.
It’s the money. And the effort. The change. The commitment.
And the fact that I’m so overwhelmed that I don’t really know where to start. I mean, I guess I’ve started. But when I first decided I wanted to get into living a more natural lifestyle, I had NO IDEA what I was getting myself into.
I’m starting (again) here. I’m making my intentions public.. ok not exactly public – I realize there will probably be no more than ten two people that ever read this. But maybe if I start documenting my efforts, I’ll actually make some progress.
So here’s to a new year. And a new lifestyle.