Book Review: Unprocessed by Megan Kimble

Megan Kimble was a twenty-six-year-old living in a small apartment without even a garden plot to her name. But she knew that she cared about where her food came from, how it was made, and what it did to her body — so she decided to go an entire year without eating processed foods

Unprocessed: My city-dwelling year of reclaiming real food by Megan Kimble (from back cover blurb)

It has taken me too long to read this book. That’s not down to the book at all, it’s well written, and informative without being dry or excessively technical. I started reading it a few months ago before my current bout of anxiety and depression. 

One of the first indications I’m getting ill is when I struggle to read. In general I’m a real bookworm, flying through book after book. But when I’m ill I struggle to concentrate for a paragraph let alone a chapter. Reading just becomes impossible.  

Contrawise it’s a good sign I’m on the road to recovery when I feel like reading again. Last week I read two pages. Over the weekend I read six pages. Yesterday I sat down and read the two and a half remaining chapters and finished the book. The return of my concentration is hopefully a good indicator that I’m on the mend. 

I spotted this book in the wonderful Quaker Centre Bookshop last time I was in London. It leapt out at me. I’ve been worrying about the amount of processed food my family eats for some time, both in terms of its impact on our bodies and in terms of the environmental impact of its production. Yet it seems impossible to avoid. Then here was someone who had avoided it, for a full twelve months, I could read about her experience, and possibly pick up some tips. I had to buy it. 

I enjoyed it from the start. It’s clearly well researched and referenced, without the level of excruciatingly complicated scientific detail which puts casual readers like me off. The style is chatty and cheerful. While I try and avoid processed food by avidly studying labels Megan Kimble actually visits food producers, from massive industrial dairies to small breweries and distilleries. She finds out more about how labels can mislead us than I’d ever have known without her. 

I hadn’t started the book with the intention to dramatically change the way I eat. One of the things Megan demonstrates is how much work an unprocessed diet is. I knew that for me completely cutting out processed food wouldnt be practical. But it did get me thinking differently. 

Some of Megan’s conclusions shocked me. Considering dairy for example:

I try to consume less, but better. By better, I mean whole — I eat eggs with all their yolks, milk with all its fat, cheese with all its curd. Not only do fat molecules help your body to absorb the nutrients in mill, but also fat is delicious. Fat fills you up, so its easier to eat less of it. 

Unprocessed: My city-dwelling year of reclaiming real food by Megan Kimble

 This is so counter to everything I’ve been told about low fat that it seems positively revolutionary. And I don’t know if I could do it. I’ve never had whole milk, unless they gave me whole milk at school in the 1970s (until it was notoriously snatched by Thatcher.) Its been semi-skimmed or skimmed all my life. Maybe I should give it a try?

In other areas her experiments in processing he food herself led her to realise why communities and eventually big corporations developed, as the time and effort taken to produce food was better spent when sharing roles. But the soullessness of these massive corporations is evident, churning out bland additive-filled food, caring for their own profits over their customers health, causing damage to the environment and seeing animals as commodities rather than living creatures. There are lots of good reasons to avoid processed food.

One of the compelling reasons for Megan, which she quotes more than once in the book, is the realisation that we as consumers have power, and can make changes. In the UK free-range eggs and various Fair Trade products are now generally available, all due to customer pressure. 

For me, living in the north east, one of the most deprived areas of the country, the argument about investment in the local economy also resonated. If I spend £100 on food at one of the big supermarkets most of that money will leave the region, going instead to shareholders and parent corporations. If I buy locally produced food with that £100 much more of it stays in the region, supporting the local economy. 

Unprocessed food is more expensive though, and we all have to decide where we spend our money. Whether its £5 or £50 it will make a difference. I try to buy organic and unprocessed, but its a fine balancing act between what I want and what I can afford. I often have to compromise.

If I had to have a negative, and its a very unimportant negative, the book was very much embedded in the American systems of agriculture and processing. This is only natural, it’s where it was written and the audience it was initially written for. But it let me wondering whether things are the same here, and how I would find out. And she just did food, a mammoth task in itself, but what about the chemicals we have around us all the time? Toiletries, cleaning products, plastic. I had unanswered questions. However I think inspiring me to look further into something is the mark of a good book, not of the author missing something out. 
All in all a good read, and one I’d recommend. 

You can visit Megan Kimble’s website to find out more about her year unprocessed. 

Fighting with myself.

“I get knocked down, but I get up again, you’re never going to keep me down”

Chumbawumba, Tubthumping

I’ve had a couple of bad days this week. Flare ups of poor mental health, which scares and infuriates me as I’d been doing quite well.

It can hit me in two ways and I’ve had both this week. The first is feeling completely overwhelmed by everything, like I can’t do enough and whatever I do is wrong. I feel worthless and useless. I stare into nothing, unable to do anything, while my thoughts tell me how bad I am, that nothing I’ve ever done matters, that I wouldn’t be missed. I interpret anything said to me as a justified criticism. 

The other type is more anxious, terrified of something happening to someone I love, desperately repeating irrational actions to try and keep them safe. This feels as if it has the most physical impact, heart hammering, head thumping, shaking and nauseous. 

What they have in common is that I’m fighting my own catastrophising mind. I know the only person putting pressure on me is me. I’m the only one who expects me to be perfect, to solve everything, to never say no. I’m the one who’ll beat me up and call me names if I get something wrong. I’m the one who doesn’t forgive, and brings up past transgressions as I’m trying to get to sleep. It genuinely feels like a battle, I’m telling myself I’m behaving irrationally, I’m listing all the times everything has been fine, I’m trying to calm myself down, but another bit of me is insisting that this time it will be a disaster. And that bit of me seems to control my body as well as part of my mind. 

It’s exhausting to carry on these arguments with myself. And then there’s the guilt afterwards. Feeling like a failure. I know mental ill health is a real and genuine thing, but that doesn’t stop me feeling like I should be able to stop it, snap out of it, do better. 

As chance would have it I came across two things that helped when I was feeling like a failure today. The first is an article in the Metro When you’re working on your mental health one bad day can make you feel like a failure which ended with something I really needed to hear. 

“Bad stuff will still happen. I’ll still feel sad sometimes…

That doesn’t make me weak, or a failure. It makes me a human that sometimes has to face challenges. And it means I’m making a genuine effort towards getting better.”

Read more: http://metro.co.uk/2017/04/03/when-youre-working-on-your-mental-health-one-bad-day-can-make-you-feel-like-a-failure-6549419/#ixzz4dhujCmOT

The second was a post by the marvellous Mindfump on Dealing With Failure, and the difference between failure as a lack of success and failure as something we are personally. This gave me something to strive towards:

“You can opt out of this cycle, if you follow a strict diet of ‘not giving a shit’ ”

Read more: https://mindfump.com/2017/04/08/dealing-with-failure/

I need to learn to do that. I need to stop caring what the angry dictator that lives in my head is saying. I need to trust myself. Because I am doing better. I’m recognising when downward spirals start happening and seeking help. I’m talking to people, and I’m doing that as soon as I recognise I’m thinking irrationally, rather than when I’m at breaking point. I’m giving myself space to recover. 

I need to acknowledge my progress. I need to breathe and pause and let go of the guilt. 

I need to stop telling myself how many things “I need” to do. 

It’s harder with mental health because I can’t see the progress. Physically I know I’m getting fitter. I can measure my weight, heart rate and blood pressure. It’s not like my brain will drop a dress size as it gets healthier. Which is why it’s so important to keep acknowledging my progress. I will keep on getting up again.