As soon as she said this, I started to squirm.
What an odd topic to bring up with someone right off the bat. She knows I am infertile and adopted a baby. I think she was actually enthusiastic to get me ranting and raving about the evils of Chef Boyardee. (She's kind of a hippie type.)
I'm not a hippie type. I consider myself pretty...well...normal. I hit up a fast food restaurant maybe once a week. My kitchen contains a fair balance of fresh fruits and veggies, meat bought from the butcher, and cupboards of canned veggies, canned fruits, cereals, etc. Pretty normal. I'm not a Hamburger Helper every night kind of cook (but maybe once a month). I cook from scratch on a regular basis. I have a garden in my back yard (though we didn't plant this year) and enjoy home grown produce.
Growing up, things were even more...scratchy. My mom *never* used Hamburger Helper. She not only grew her own produce but also canned it (a task I have yet to undertake). She was quite frugal...and doing so we rarely were treated to dinners out, soda pop, or even microwave popcorn.
So yeah, I'm no organic vegan. But I didn't subsist on what I consider processed foods. Although, even "raw" foods at the grocery have often been "tampered" with through hormones, fertilizers, and steroids.
Anyway, back to the super weird conversation. I didn't know what to say about my "friend's" invitation to openly talk about my reproductive issues. I think my reaction - or lack of one - made her feel awkward too. I'm glad. Maybe I am reading into it wrong, but to me it sounded like, "You made yourself infertile by eating crappy food. It was your own fault. Or the government's fault and you should probably be enraged."
I don't believe that.
I do believe that God has a plan for me. And part of it is this hiccup with my body. The same way I am allergic to cats (yet still own one--here's to blatantly ignoring our bodies' faults!).
the baby and the cat my body did not want me to have. take that, body!
But I was curious enough to Google the topic. And I found an article about the dangers of processed food. It said this about infertility:
We know from animal studies that if you continue a deficient diet for three generations, reproduction ceases and that's what we're seeing now. About 25% of couples are infertile. If we don't go back to a diet that produces good health, the human race will eventually die out.
While I still don't think I'll have much to contribute to this acquaintance the next time she brings up my lady-bit malfunctions, I do think our society may have compromised quality for ease.
Any thoughts on processed foods and infertility? Is it bunk? Totally true? Or is the jury still out? Was it weird for someone I don't know that well to bring up this conversation with me? Did I overreact?