Is there a solution to something that seems as inherent in humans as it is in flocks of chickens? Is it possible to deny our nature and choose something harder and often unrewarded? I suppose I believe it is. It is why I take my children to church every Sunday. It is why their father, who does not go to church, passes onto them a moral code that is stronger than those of many religious people.Read More
Is there anything as hopeful as new beginnings? The notion of starting over, but with the wisdom of experience? I don't know it if there is. I LOVE New Year's and Easter because I feel like I get another shot at the thing.Read More
Mike and I moved off and finished graduate school, had two kids, moved home, and had another child. Profession took over Mike's life and motherhood took over mine. Did we still love each other? Yes. After three kids' worth of dirty diapers, stressful work, and a few life crises later, were we in love? Not so much.Read More
At a friend's prompting I am blogging my way through 21 days to a Clean Gut.
I have philosophical problems with this for several reasons. First, I think both blogging and cleansing are very self-centered endeavors. I was raised a Presbyterian. We work hard and put others before ourselves. Blogging and cleansing are very unnatural to me.
So the whole family is on board for round three. We are basically going Paleo with high hopes (me) and a large amount of skepticism (Mike). But either way, we are going. I believe in the power of food!Read More
Here are some of the amazing things I have noticed about Cecelia’s food journey. At four, she understood that we were trying to change her food to make her feel better. In fact, she was on board with the idea. She didn’t like feeling bad all the time. The fourth day, I dropped her off at her grandparents’ for a few hours with a bag of food. I told them it was Mike’s idea to change her diet to lend the move some credibility, and thankfully, they didn’t say anything. When I picked her up Opa told me, “She was telling us how healthy food makes her happy.”Read More
With food, I don’t serve her anything I really know she won’t eat, but she does not leave the table until it is eaten. The first few days were quite possibly the longest days of my life. Once she started eating everything on her plate, I added tiny bits of vegetables. I am talking a pinch of a carrot, a speck of a green bean, a crumb of broccoli. And she couldn’t leave until she ate it. We are now up to half sized pieces of veggies. She voluntarily puts hands-full of spinach in her smoothies.Read More
February has always been my funk out month. I hate being cold and by February I am sick of it. Today is the last day of February and I finally cried. My husband says it shows I need my meds. Maybe. Thanks to western medicine, I cry about four times a year. Usually, if I am off of an SSRI, I cry at least once a week. I have been off of medicine for five weeks and cried twice. Twice, off meds, in February - I am hopeful.Read More
I don't think it was the change in food that "fixed" her. It was certainly a big part. Cecelia was existing on carbs and sugars prior to our change. White rice, chicken nuggets, breakfast bars, apple sauce. That was about it. I didn't realize how unhealthy she was, despite the vitamins we fed her daily. We thought it was a phase. We thought she would grow out of it. We thought the dark circles under her eyes were genetic, even though no one else in the family has them. She is the third child, and we were tired.Read More