I'm hungry for change.

I've come a long way since almost killing Mike in business school with undercooked meatloaf. Luckily, he survived the ordeal and since then I've become a much better cook. And when I say cook, I'm talking about making stuff ... from scratch. Unless you're one of my children, dinners in the Morris household are highly-anticipated meals -- plates of freshly-made, mouthwatering food, low in fat, high in spice with the promise of taste. Every now and then, a recipe will do me wrong (or vice versa) and we'll eat cereal, but luckily, those instances, just like Mike's b-school meatloaf, are incredibly rare.

A few years ago, motivated by a story on clean eating in The Plain Dealer, I changed the way Mike and I ate. Prepared foods, canned goods and frozen meals went by the wayside. They weren't outlawed completely, but my goal was to cook fresh as much as possible. And, you know what I learned? Food tastes better that way. Sure, our grocery bills might have inched up a bit, but for us, the incredible health benefits outweighed the added cost.

A few months ago, I changed the way we bought food. One Saturday night, after a few beers, Mike and I decided to watch Food, Inc. I admit, I fell asleep during parts. Not because it was boring. More so because I had a lot of beers, am old and can nap on demand. However, the parts I witnessed made a lasting impression which led to some life changes. Prior to the movie, I had been pleading with Mike to let us buy organic milk so Kaila wouldn't sprout boobs for her 5th birthday and show me up. He wasn't buying what I was selling. But, after seeing Food, Inc., he obliged. I got the green light to go organic where it made sense. After seeing what goes on with the nation's food supply, I was disgusted. Not enough to go back to being a vegetarian (I've got a strong stomach for gross), but I was disturbed enough to start shopping at Whole Foods and start spending extra money to know where our food was coming from, what it was fed and how it was handled.

Then, a few nights ago, I finally caught an episode of Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution. This show is must-see TV for families. Unfortunately, it's buried in ABC's Friday night programming where few people will stumble upon it.

Oliver tackles an issue that's been on the minds of many moms for years. School cafeterias serve our kids crap. Lunch menus are a filthy joke, littered with bad choices: corn dogs, nachos, french toast sticks, foot-long hot dogs. Is this the best we can do for the babies we once breastfed or endured the torturous Hitler-esque breast pump for? Even formula fed babies like mine deserve better. Nutritionally-void options accompanied by a few pineapple chunks on a platter is neither balanced nor sensible. It's a food travesty. We send our children to school to nurture their minds. Meanwhile, we trash their bodies. No wonder childhood obesity is tipping the scales. The system is broke and it needs to be fixed. I love Jamie Oliver's initiative and hope he succeeds in igniting a national revolution. If you want your kid to stop eating shit at school, sign his petition and get involved!

Now, we just need to wean our kids off their wiis, convince them to dis their DSi's and reacquaint them with the greatness of the outdoors...