Twenty-seven years ago I was diagnosed with an illness so serious that I had to rethink and rebuild my entire life from scratch. Academic psychology, training, esoterics, plants, teachings, mindfulness, science…
Everything had to change. Starting with what I eat and how.

Back then my food was tasty. That’s it.

I started learning the subject — because my energy and my life depend on what I eat. As does every living creature’s, but somehow it gets through a lot faster when your doctor officially tells you so, on your way back from the other side :))

So I overcame the chaos and built an entire nutrition system — simple, healthy and tasty, without obsessing over it. Fortunately, a good part of my life ran through professional cooking at a serious level, I love it and know how to do it.

Travel was still tricky. And days when everything is a deadline. Oh well, you can’t rebuild the whole world around yourself.

That was many years ago. At 56 I’m healthier than I was at 29, I feel better and even look better, if you ask me (you’ve seen my photos above on the site, by the way).

Then about two years ago I went through such an enormous stress that my well-hidden ADHD shot through the roof. Habits fell apart, chaos took over, and I found that I couldn’t — not just work — I couldn’t chop a tomato for my own salad. Couldn’t drink my morning hot water.
Something is always distracting me, everything gets lost, forgotten, and at 5 in the evening I’m standing with already cold water in one hand, a tomato in the other, having forgotten where I was going — rediscovering myself, hungry and cheerful.

I sorted out the stress within a year, made friends with my new self, but my nutrition never fully got back on track. Even at home, let alone deadlines, travel, festivals and lethargic days.

The head followed the habits though — I eat whatever I grabbed on the go, and my brain runs the numbers - macros, nutritional value...
And finds I’m short on things I actually need, but there’s a blood sugar spike coming, eeeeey. Which will crash in half an hour and I’ll be hungry again. And my grandmother had diabetes, you know. And the guilt of treating your body badly — that doesn’t go away just like that either.

Last summer a friend and I were feeding my cat and talking about how wonderful it would be to have food as convenient as hers. And this was already, I think, the hundred millionth conversation on this topic in my entire life.

Timing was interesting — I was testing new ideas. I looked at the market, did my research, and understood: this is it.

I’ll make delicious, complete food for saving myself in difficult situations.
I’ll make money.
And I’ll save the world from the world’s evil.

I simply came into this world with such a world domination instinct, that I should have become Voldemort — sitting in a tower above the world and
laughing sinisterly. But I had an extremely smart father and a very kind mother, they raised me kind and logical girl, so the dark lord didn’t work out.
I decided that if I can’t conquer the world, I can at least save it from something.

I’m joking of course, but this really is one of my favourite games in life — making the world a little bit better in some way.
Good for the world, good for the ego — keeps it out of trouble.

So I bought dehydrator and bunch of another stuff for tests, made mi little home lab, so, started from garage, like it suppose to be :))
Very quickly like-minded people joined me — an experienced business partner, and star members of my old team.
Because this is something!

Join our circle — let’s make the world a little simpler together. We already have enough complications; healthy eating shouldn’t be extra headache at the most inconvenient moments.

Food is fuel. Real Meal crunchies won’t replace a family dinner and fresh stuff — but when that is not an option, they’re the best thing you’ll have.

So, leave your email (if you haven’t already) — follow us on social media and stay in touch. New food is coming!

Yours,
Natasha Marcovich.
And the whole Real Meal team 🤎​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​