I'm not into "healthy" per se. I crossed one of those dreaded round number birthday lines and noticed I was acquiring that old man bowling pin profile. Obviously, something had to be done! I tried all the fad plans, Paleo for instance, and you know, I thought they all were lacking in some meaningful way. That experimentation got me to thinking about my grandparents. They ate nothing we now consider appropriate, were thin, and lived long, productive lives. I took a chance and I shifted my diet to an old school program of "fresh" food. I found a local butcher that gets his meat from local farms. I get milk & dairy products straight from a dairy farm seven miles away. Veggies come from local farms or my own and on and on. It's a bit more expensive, but, everything is better and I eat with the seasons because that's what's available. My wife, who studied these things far more than I do, is happy because there are no unpronounceable chemical stabilizers/preservatives/colorings/flavorings in our food. However, diet isn't the answer.
The most shocking thing I did was to realize that it's not diet that kills you. It's a sedentary lifestyle that brings the true danger. So, I undocked myself from the couch and took up a much more strenuous lifestyle and shazaam! I can now eat all the foods needed by man with impunity! I get a steady rotation of steak, barbeque, bacon, and burgers. I eat nothing "diet," "low-cal," or containing tofu. Over the last few years I dropped almost 40 pounds, am much stronger, I get good reports from the doctor (We have achieved detente on the pip subject), and couldn't be happier.
Cheers,
Chili