I know Black Americans diets go back to slavery where we were only allowed basically scraps - but in 2019 why do we continue to eat ourselves to slow death? I am no expert on the subject but looking from the inside out, I think the number one reason Black Americans are eating themselves to Hypertension is mental illness.
High Blood Pressure and Mental Illness
I know, I know you're saying “I’m not crazy - and I am not saying you are mentally ill in that way. What I am saying is much of the foods that we’re eating we are chemically addicted to. This is a form of mental illness. If I know that I have high blood pressure and I am taking hypertension medication and I glorify cooking up some deep fried chicken, my mamma mac and cheese, rice, cornbread, and green beans cooked in fatback - wash that down with a soda, banana pudding for dessert. How can one not be mentally ill to be systemically killing themselves and at the same time “Be like, Yeah Umma post this on my Facebook and IG story” I know I have been guilty, but check out this pre-heart-attack celebration video below:
To me, this is no joke as my mother passed away at 46 years young from a heart condition that a major part of what was killing her was her diet. I grew up in upstate New York but my people from the south. In black terms, my mother, grandmother, and aunts all throw down in the kitchen. But when I was told that I was suffering from high blood pressure, all I could see was the flashbacks from all of the family dinners and cookouts, where folks were saying I need to take my “Pressure Pills” before I eat and that’s an oxymoron, not logical.
Therefore I found myself in a situation where I did not want to take medication and refused to accept that just because I’m a black man and my family history I am going to suffer from high blood pressure and be on medication for the rest of my life at 30 years old.
Back to mental illness, I had to come to grips with the fact that Popeyes and I had to break up. The late-night 12” Philly Cheesesteak followed by a row of Softbatch Cookies microwaved for 30 seconds so the chocolate inside would be just right had to cease. In my subconscious mind, If I have to give up everything that I was raised to love - “is it really worth living?” How many of you are faced with this scenario at this very moment? I chose life, I have people who depend on me mainly my children and after a brief conversation with my doctor and near death experience of my own - I was all Sam Cooke with it “A Change is Gonna Come”
My Journey to Beating High Blood Pressure and Hypertension
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