I made kombucha this week. Pretty sure I didn’t know what kombucha was three years ago. Pretty sure I also didn’t care. What’s gut health? Probi-what? You want me to put what in my where? I’m pretty surprised at the things I’ve done in the last few years. I feel like when I started improving one area of my health, I opened doors to other areas that I can never close again.
Gone are the days of Swiss Cake Rolls and Le Choy Chow Mein from a can (a weekly staple when we first married ten years ago; it wasn’t just the price, it was the convenience). Gone are the days of eating ibuprofen like candy. I just didn’t care. And it wasn’t just having kids that caused the change. Or people I love getting really sick. Or ridiculous amounts of social media posts. Actually, maybe it was that last one. A little anyway. I’m a sucker for clickbait. I changed the way I eat and the way I care for my home and my body, because I read the articles and books and watched the documentaries. I learned things I can’t unlearn.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not perfect. I made some changes, but not as many as I could. I prioritize my spending and my energy equally. Sometimes, a mom’s gotta hit the drive-thru. Other times, a mama feeds her family nothing but vegetables and legumes and hopes they enjoy it (50/50, at best).
I also recognize I am in a position of privilege to even have these choices to make. And I try reallllly hard not to judge people who don’t give a damn. Because there are quite a few things other people care about, and I have no damns to give.
So, I’m making kombucha. And you know what it is? Tea. And sugar. That sit together in a big jar for 1-2 weeks with a big glob of bacteria called a scoby (symbiotic culture of bacteria and yeast). It’s about as difficult as making coffee. But then we flavored it and bottled it, and I taught my kids to call it “buch” like the cool people do. And it’s so crazy healthy, I feel like super woman. And I get a pass for picking up pizza nearly every weekend.
Some of the changes we make are microscopic and incremental. But they all add up. Doing something is better than doing nothing. Today, kombucha. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll start running again. Probably not, but it’s a nice thought.