I was, at age 18-20, a modern day Jeremiah Johnson, in the interior of western BC.
My entire diet consisted of insufficient grouse, squirrel, trout, deer and the odd berry feast.
I have to say, it was the healthiest time of my life, if almost the hungriest.
What amazed me was that, up to that time, fat had always disgusted me, and I would refuse to eat it.
But when it was entirely missing it, I craved it more than sex.
That's quite a thing to say, at 18!
I finally traded a fur for some sheep fat, and pigged-out in bliss.
Processed foods, of all kinds, are not human-food, at all.
Wheat is poison, to me, whereas oats and wild rice are good.
Nuts, fruits, carrots, potatoes.
The better you eat, and the better the food, the saner you are.
Taste has little to do with it: hunger is the most inviting of spices.