This personal nutrition evaluation is about Mckenzie Roe, and the dates that I tracked for the analysis was February 4 through February 7, 2019. My analysis will include analyzing the amount of carbohydrates, fiber, fat, protein, fat soluble vitamin, water soluble vitamin, water and major mineral, and trace mineral that I consume on a regular basis.
A perfect green field of grass blades cut to the same matched lengths; a blue puffy clouded sky; a flawlessly painted red barn centered was at the exact top of a hill – the chicken gazed at his picture-perfect world. In a farm area surround by a beautiful, white painted fence, he looks around at his friends. He sees the roosters pecking at a tub of grains and hens relaxing on barrels and barrels of hay. As the kind man in a red, plaid shirt and blue jeans collects the hens’ eggs, the chicken feels an overwhelming sense of gratitude to him for providing this heavenly lifestyle.
On a day as pure as all the others, the chicken is happily eating his lunchtime meal as the nice man carefully gathers the smooth white eggs when it notices that the man has left one behind. The white egg appears to the chicken different from the rest of the eggs, and it is located at the end of the metal enclosure, which is highlighted by the bright, yellow sun. The chicken moves towards the light to silently inform the man of his mistake. But then the chicken notices an uneven gray line on the otherwise flawless egg. Shocked and fascinated, the chicken watches as the line turns into a crack, and then a small beak, and then a fuzzy yellow head poking out. Suddenly a shadow appears over the chicken and the nice man takes the baby chick and stomps off. Why did the seemingly kind man do this? Why did the man have to take the nice baby chick somewhere? The chicken was upset; he wanted to greet the new baby chick. What the chicken did not understand was that the farmer needed to nurture the baby chick and make sure that it survives the harsh world as a newborn.
The chicken was confused, betrayed, and disturbed, and slowly lifted its eyes from the now empty ground. For the first time, the chicken looks past the white fence of the farm and notices a mess of green grass outside of the fence and wonders about it with a small sense of curiosity. Cautiously, it inches closer to the fence, farther from the what once was perfect farm, and the chicken discovers a giant area of black graveled road. The graveled road is marked with yellow lines, and the chicken notices that it separates the chicken from the opposite field.
The curious chicken quickly waddles to the Mother Hen, who has just settled on her bed of hay and is closing her eyes. He is sure that the always loving and caring chicken will surely help him make sense of what he has just seen. “Mother Hen, Mother Hen! I just saw one of those eggs, cracking, and there was a small yellow bird inside. It was a baby. Are those eggs that the nice man takes away babies? And that black ground! What is it?” the chicken blurts out. Her eyes open at a lightning speed. “Please don’t you ever dare speak of what you have seen again,” Mother Hen snaps in a low and violent whisper, “or all of this that you love could be taken away.” She closes her eyes again and tells the chicken to go off and play.
The chicken, frozen in disbelief, tries to make sense of her strict words. It replays the incident in its head. “All the food, the nice soft hay, the flawless red barn – maybe all of this isn’t worth giving up. Maybe Mother Hen is right. She just wants to protect me from losing it all.” The chicken replays the scary incident again. “But it was a baby. What if it was hers? She still wouldn’t care. She’s being selfish; all she cares about is this perfect life.” The chicken realizes and accepts that Mother Hen knows that the man is doing something wrong; yet she has relinquished to the brutality for her own comfort. A gap in the chicken’s unawareness, a plan begins to form. The chicken knows it must escape, and that it has to get to the other side. But how?
“That man in the red, plaid shirt is stealing the eggs from their mothers again and again,” the chicken thinks the next day as the man unlocks the cage. Then the man reaches into the cage with his back to the entrance. At its own cue, the chicken hurries towards the opening and exits without being spotted. With a backwards glance at his friends, the chicken feels an overwhelming sadness and pity for their ignorance. It wants to urge them to open their eyes, to see what they are sacrificing for worldly pleasures, but he knows they will not change their ways. Alone, the chicken runs away.
The chicken stands at the line between bright, green grass and black, graveled road. As it prepares to take its first step into the mystery that is the other side, a huge vehicle with 18 wheels made of metal speeds by, leaving behind a trail of gray exhaust smoke. Once it is able to breathe again, it moves a few inches onto the road. Three more speeding trucks stop the chickens beating heart. “I can’t do this,” it says to itself. “These monster trucks are a sign. They’re telling me to go back. Besides, a few lost chicks aren’t so bad. The man’s not that evil. He gives us food, and a home.”
But the chicken quickly dismisses the cowardly voice in its head, reminding itself of the wrongdoing back in the deceptively charming farm. Over the next several hours, it learns to strategically position itself so that it is in line with the empty space between the tires of passing trucks. It reaches the yellow dashes. The night comes and is dark with bright stars and an even brighter full moon. It reaches the beautiful field.
The chicken takes a deep breath and steps into the world of tall, brown grass, which was made brown by the darkness. The chicken determines to simply walk straight through the brush, out on to the other side. For what seems like forever, it continues forward, as the black, night sky turns into the beautiful, morning sunlight. Just as the chicken begins to regret its journey, it sees through the grass and sees a wonderful landscape of trees, bushes, flowers that were assorted and variable, but nonetheless perfect. In a nearby tree, the chicken spots two birds tending to a nest of babies; this is a natural dynamic of individuals uninterrupted by a corrupt authority. In that moment, it realized that it had escaped from an unnatural domain as well as its own ignorance; it has arrived in a place where the pure order of the world reigns.
“I know the truth now,” it thinks to itself as the sun rises. “But here, in nature, it is of no use. Back home, I need to try to foster awareness among my friends, share this understanding with them. Otherwise, I am as cruel as the man in the red, plaid shirt, taking away the opportunity to overcome the ignorance that I have witnessed. I must return now; I have to get to the other side.” And the chicken’s second journey begins.
Thank you for taking the time to read my fascinating story of why the chicken crossed the road. I hope that you have peace about the answer to this daunting question. This story was inspired by a question I had to write about when I was in one of my high school English classes. I believed this to be an important aspect to my analysis not only because I think it is very funny and that everyone should ponder on this question, but because it does relate to nutrition in some aspects. It includes a chicken, which has a very good nutritional value. From the website verywellfit.com, they explain the benefits of incorporating chicken in the diet: “Chicken breast is an excellent source of low-fat protein. Protein helps your body to maintain muscle mass and also helps you to build muscle if you are participating in a strength program. Chicken breast is also a very good source of selenium, phosphorus, vitamin B6, and niacin. Depending on the cooking method you choose, chicken breasts are also naturally low in sodium.” Therefore, chicken is a great protein source for a healthy diet.
I can be the first one to tell you that my activity is nowhere near where it should be. I rarely go to the gym to work out, and I do not try to do anything else to integrate exercise into my daily routines. When it is warm outside, I like to go longboarding, but when the weather is bad, it is hard to go outside to get physical exercise. I am considering purchasing a rock-climbing gym membership because I used to be on a rock-climbing team when I was in high school, and I thought that it was a great sport for my physical well-being. My plan is to start climbing again and really get into the healthy aspects of it. According to breakingmuscle.com, a good three-step plan for an athletic performance diet. The three steps include carbohydrate backloading, nutrient timing, and hormone balance. I have already started implementing these steps into my everyday diet and exercise regime. An explanation of carbohydrate backloading is that when you eat a good portion of carbs at the end of the day and after you have worked out, the “crash” that most people experience does not happen because people then crash whenever they are sleeping, which makes for a good night’s rest. Nutrient timing is when you eat light during the first part of your day, your epinephrine and norepinephrine chemicals stay at a high level so that you can work well throughout the entire day. It allows you to be alert and focused to complete tasks and things that need to be done during your day. When it comes to hormone balancing, it can be tricky. However, if you can control when hormonal responses occur, then it will be easier to control your hormone levels. This last step comes with a lot of time, patience, and self-control. Eating healthy and natural foods every day is a major portion of staying healthy and active. It matters what we put into our bodies as fuel, and if what we are putting in is processed and has very little nutritional value, then we can know that what we are going to get out of that is a very unhealthy feeling and a poor energy level. To help with the struggle of eating unhealthily, I have included the lyrics to a song that makes anyone want to eat healthier.
Thank you for taking the time to read my essay if you found it interesting enough. I mean this out of no disrespect; I was only inspired to do this because of my stress-level, busy work and school schedule, and moving out while doing school. From this experience, I will and have already learned how to budget my time well and how to manage the stress that comes my way. This was a major learning curve for me, and I am honestly thankful that I have been put in multiple stressful situations throughout the past two years at CCU.
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