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Food, Inc - A movie "review"

This past weekend, my husband and I finally watched the documentary Food, Inc. I had been wanting to watch it for a while and I knew the basics of what it was about, and I also knew that watching it would probably be the "nail in the coffin" for me. I have been on the verge of trying to switch to organic, locally grown foods, including meats, but our budget and just good old lack of real planning have prevented me from making the full switch. Yes, we rarely buy processed foods. Yes, I cook from scratch. Yes, I even have a small garden. But, I knew that there was more I wanted to do. More I needed to do.

Well, watching Food, Inc was the final push. I highly recommend watching this documentary, just know that you will want to change how you eat.

The documentary looks at our nation's food industry; how modern agriculture has changed to more of an "industry style" business. I am not going to spoil it by giving you specific details. All I am going to say is that you really need to watch this documentary.

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  1. Ok, I just watched it, and all I can say is "wow! ". We've been going this direction for other reasons, but this has certainly been a confirmation for me that buying organic, even if it means paying more, is the right thing to do. I think the next logical step for us is to strive to buy locally as much as possible.

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  2. are you running the 10k or the half this weekend? We should try and meet each other that would be fun! But I also understand it is the largest womens race on the east coast!! holy smokes! By the way I live in Waldorf so we are not too far from each other!

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