I hope this page
turns out to be a good thing. I have given a lot of thought and prayer
to it. It is not an easy thing to put this on the web site. I hope no
one thinks, that I am taking the opportunity to “trash” my mother. That
is not the intent of this page. My “believing” is that this page will
be helpful in some way. I am trying to show how I got some deliverance
in my life.
I hope Mother
knows that I love her dearly. I think she is very brave. Not everyone
would go on with life after getting a dreaded “diagnosis”. Some people
would go through those awful treatments and then say, “I can’t do this
anymore. It is too difficult”. But my mother has persevered. I know
that she has felt like giving up many times. Even, as her life is
winding down now, she still manages to live her life. She gets tired
more easily than ever. But she keeps trying when others may throw in
the towel. I am not picking on my mother with this story. My desire is
to educate and help people with this page. Hopefully I achieve my
goal.
I
am trying to use a series of incidents out of my “past” to illustrate
and make a point. I am not trying to bring up “the past” in a negative
sense. I have gone through so much healing in regards to my childhood.
Part of the point of doing this page is to show how I was delivered.
Another point, a main point, is to illustrate that what you say to
children can have a lasting effect on them. No matter how insignificant
you think your words are, that child may harbor that “thought” for a
lifetime. Sometimes adults say things “off the cuff” or as a “side bar”
and a child may only hear that statement. The main part of the
conversation may be lost to the child forever. But that little remark
can stay with that child for the rest of his life. Maybe by sharing
this story, I can bless someone and prevent some similar incidents from
happening again.
As
you may know from reading the rest of this web site, God, His Word, and
“healthy eating”, are pet subjects of mine. This “story” details how I
came to some of the beliefs that I have. It is also a journey through
various aspects of my life.
One of the main points of this page is that, “words are so important”.
There are things that I remember my Granny or my mother saying to me.
They were the sort of things I swore I would never say to any child I
had----if I had kids. Just some “catch phrases” of a sort. All
parents seem to have phrases and figures of speech they say a lot. One
day recently, I caught myself talking to
Douglas the way I swore I never would. That’s when I learned
that I had some things to unlearn. My Granny had taught my mother, and
my mother had taught me these things. It is a “generational thing” I
guess.
Most of the “generational things” I have learned were good things. I
learned about God from my parents and grandparents. Certain attitudes
about other people were not carried through the generations. There are
certain words, and attitudes that my mother learned. She did NOT teach
them to me. In fact she taught me things that were just the opposite.
Yea!
Now on to my story…
I cannot guarantee
the facts of this story. I am giving you how I remember it. Sometimes
an event, as we remember it, can be more “powerful” than the way the
actual event happened. What I mean is, after we tell a story a certain
way for many years, the memory can become move vivid and “stronger” than
the actual event.
I remember when I
was living with my dad and his family; I did not seem to gain weight.
Of course I gained weight---I was growing. That was from 1972-1974. I
was in the fourth and fifth grades. I just remember remaining 70 pounds
for the longest time. But a long time to a kid could in fact be a short
time. We used to visit my stepmother’s mother in Graham quite often.
Us kids would get on the scales in her bathroom. It was fun to see what
we weighed. As a typical kid, I wanted to grow or “get grown” faster
than was humanly possible. I could not figure out why I kept weighing
70 pounds.
Fast forward to
Sioux
City,
Iowa…
It
is my seventh grade school year. I was twelve and turning thirteen that
year. (1975-1976) I was living with my mother and stepfather in
Sioux City,
Iowa. It was a very difficult time for all of us. I was
on some medication that caused me to have a horrific appetite. That
pill also caused me to drink water like a sieve. I had already started
wetting the bed some during my sixth grade year. In
Sioux City, it only became more frequent. In about December of 1975
when my mother took me off the medication the bedwetting stopped. It
was not until sometime in 2000 or so, when I looked up that drug on the
Internet, that I learned that this medication has a side affect of
“involuntary bladder contractions”. I assume the medication also caused
me to look somewhat bloated.
I
know that I was very hungry. I would get home from school and eat
“half” a box of crackers. I would tire of the taste of that kind, so I
would eat “half” a box of another kind. I say, “half a box”, I can’t
really remember how many crackers I ate at one time. It just seems like
it was a lot. I even remember eating the dirt out from under my
fingernails after completing the evening meal. I was getting the
message from my mother that I was eating too much.
There was an economic issue to all of this. We were living in a small
apartment. We were struggling to live on my stepfather’s “per diem”.
It was a sort of stipend that his company gave him so he could live away
from home while he was on assignment. We also had a house back in
Missouri and the mortgage needed to be paid on it. That is where most
of the regular salary went. My mother may have been working as a
secretary too. All the economics of the situation is of course my
interpretation of what I remember from the time. I might not be 100%
accurate. But what it means is, that when I ate expensive crackers by
the half box, it was not a light matter. My mother could not afford to
buy me clothes every two minutes. And she couldn’t afford to buy more
crackers all that often.
I
am sure I had other clothes, but I remember having this one particular
outfit. It was pants and a pull over shirt. At Thanksgiving of 1975,
we had a family portrait taken. I was wearing that outfit. I was
embarrassed by that photo for a long time because I looked fat. Of
course “fat” is relative. My mother would have to help me struggle to
fasten these pants. The neighbor lady let these pants out as far as
they would go. She even managed to sew some of the pant’s material
(from the hem maybe?) into the seams at the waist and hips, trying to
make them larger. I was being told that I needed to quit eating so much
because I was outgrowing my clothes too quickly.
Here I was, eating so much after school. I really felt hungry then. I
have always gotten hungry around
3:00 in the afternoon. I would say that I was hungry, and then
be told things like, “You can’t be hungry, you just had a large lunch”.
“Didn’t you eat lunch”? I have since learned that maybe humans aren’t
meant to eat three large meals a day. I am beginning to think that four
or five small meals are better. I also have thought about my shape at
that time. I was becoming a woman. In the next year or so, I was going
to start my period. I was probably starting to get hips at this point
in my life. I am just not a small person, even if I am “thin”.
There were a great many other things going on in Sioux City, besides “my
eating”. It was a very difficult time for the whole family. At some
point I learned that I weighed 90 pounds. To me, it seemed as if I had
jumped from 70 to 90 pounds in a short time. Of course that is probably
not the case.
I move back to
Missouri.
The next chapter in this story is my move back to Missouri. My family
stayed in Sioux City.
I was placed in a sort of "school" for reasons, which are unimportant
here. While I was there, the residents complained about the food.
I could almost eat anything they served. But it was institutional
food. Eventually I convinced myself that I did not like the food.
I remember after a while that I only ate one or two dishes they served.
Whether this is an exaggeration, I don’t know. I chewed lots of
bubble gum. I developed something of a bubble gum habit while I
was there. I had convinced myself that I was not hungry. The
weather was getting warm out by that point. I usually don’t eat as
much or get as hungry when the weather starts to warm up. My pants
were getting baggy. I was obviously losing weight, but I did not
know that. I was oblivious to that fact. The staff at the
"school" were talking to me
occasionally. They would say something about “forced feeding” and
“tubes” if I did not start eating. I did not take the conversation
seriously. When they would ask why I was not eating, I would say that I
was not hungry. I had managed to turn off my appetite.
Sometime during my stay at the "school", I read an article about
anorexia. “They” were just discovering that condition. The article was
in a teenage magazine given to schools, I think. This was maybe a
magazine with current news articles. The magazine was for learning
about current events. At least I think that was the type of publication
I was reading. I do not believe that the article influenced my behavior
at all. I would not have believed that I was at all anorexic. It was
only much later on, when I looked back at this time, that I figured out
what probably happened.
I
was spared the forced feeding with “tubes”. Sometime while I was
at this "school", I was introduced to a woman from the local
community. She was a volunteer. She and her husband agreed to become
my (informal) “foster parents”. I went and lived with them. This is a
whole “other” story in and of itself. I will just write about one
aspect of that story now.
Communal Living
Somewhere along in here, I learned (remembered) why I did not like the
taste of sugar substitutes. Before I was in school, my mother used to
carry saccharine “pills” in her purse so she could sweeten iced tea
while we were out. I found them and ate a hand full thinking it would
be sweet like candy. Well, it was very bitter. I have never acquired a
taste for diet soda. I tried. Now that I know about artificial
sweeteners, I am glad I never got a taste for it. Another thing is that
my grandfather would take my flat, sugar free/ caffeine free cola and
put a shot of whiskey into it. That was a horrible tasting version of a
popular drink. (I never acquired much of a taste for alcohol either.
Thank God! Not that alcohol is a “bad” thing, I am just glad I never
grew to like it much. I think I would have liked it too much.)
I
move from Ft. Worth and learn
some things about my “eating past”…
Later on, after I moved from
Ft.
Worth
I learned a lot more about my body. I learned to listen to what it was
telling me. It has taken many years to learn what I know now. At one
point I saw a doctor on a talk show. She was talking about food
allergies. Some doctors call her a “quack” I am sure. But she is
highly anti-sugar. She treats children with severe behavior problems.
When they eat sweets or they drink something “harmless”, like orange
juice, the child goes on a tantrum. I was reminded of some of the
things I put my mother through when I was a child. We used to go to the
doughnut shop before church sometimes, as a special treat. I could not
have milk because I had a milk allergy. I would eat the sweetest
doughnut in the shop, along with a large glass of orange juice.
Suddenly I felt like an open wound. If my mother spoke to me or tried
to be nice to me I became like a bear. I can’t remember exactly what
would happen. I just remember getting in trouble after a “meal” such as
this. I also remembered what the vitamin doctor in Ft. Worth said about
fruit juice. He was commenting on how much sugar they add to something
like apple juice. Apple juice is naturally sweet---VERY sweet. Now
days, they recommend that you do not feed a baby full strength apple
juice in the bottle or sippy cup. The juice will sit on their teeth and
rot them. It is that sweet! All the fruit juices are mostly
sugar----naturally occurring sugar. I now know that I don’t feel good
when orange juice hits my blood stream and goes right to the brain. It
will do that on an empty stomach. When I was a child in the doughnut
shop, I did not know that I was not feeling right. I was in a doughnut
shop having a treat, I should have been happy.
I
also learned from my early memories of school. My mother had difficulty
getting me out of bed. Then she had difficulty getting me to bed at
night. That is still a problem for me. When I went to the vitamin
doctor, he suggested that I eat something like a banana before bedtime.
Now I eat a sandwich or something like that. I don’t eat just
before bed. I simply take away the “before bed hungries” a while before
I go to bed. When I was a young child I remember being hungry before
bedtime. My mother could not see how I could be hungry, since I “just”
ate a good meal at dinner. She would give me a piece of “bread and
butter” (no butter, it was margarine). Of course I had to be satisfied
with that. For breakfast I would have cereal or something. I could not
have milk because of my milk allergy. I would have kid cereal and
orange juice. Maybe I would have other things as well, but I can’t
remember. (I know my stepfather introduced me to “omelets”. I have
never been able to eat them. The way he made them, they had bell pepper
in them. Ever since my mother made stuffed peppers one time, I have
never been able to eat bell peppers. They just have this horrible
bitter “green” taste.) I remember asking my mother many times if I
could have cake for breakfast. I always seem to crave sweets the first
thing in the morning. She would always scold me and refuse to give me
cake for breakfast. But I could eat doughnuts and kid cereal. They
were just as sugary as cake. Recently, I mentioned this after our Bible
Fellowship one Sunday, and the whole room chimed in. My mother was not
the only one to refuse her child cake, but yet allow “him” to eat other
sugary foods. I know that when I was in school it was by about
10:00 in the morning, that I would be so hungry. My stomach would
be growling. It was difficult to concentrate on my schoolwork. I
dreamed of eating lunch later. I would have the usual school lunch and
then by 3:00 I would be hungry again. I have always been like this. No
matter how big a meal I eat, I get hungry at around
3:00. A simple snack
of a cookie or a banana just does not cut it at 3:00.
Psychology played a part in my gaining weight…
In
August 1986 I moved to
Portsmouth,
Virginia
to teach people the Bible for a year. I ended up staying about three
years. During my first year in Virginia, (1986-1987), I was informed
that I was not fat. I had believed all this time that I was fat and
needed to lose weight. Yet I had stayed at a size 14 for a long time.
Of course I started to gain weight as soon as I realized that I was not
fat. Several things contributed to this; I turned 25, I quit walking
everywhere and I started eating out in restaurants more. It was in
February 1987 that I met Douglas, the man who became my husband. He
gave me rides to work and other places. He also took me out to eat a
lot.
We move
to
Michigan and I begin a journey of learning about health and
nutrition…
Over the years, I have learned that I can eat pretty much what I want.
(to a point) I have learned to listen to my body and I know when to
stop. I can tell when I am “sweeted out”. This is when I feel like I
should give sweets a rest for a while. At some point, I learned the
importance of “healthy bacteria” in the intestines. You need bacteria
in the intestines in order to digest food properly.
We
moved from Virginia to
Michigan.
After a few years, I went to work at a discount drug store. (discount,
chemist’s shop) While I was there I had to straighten isles. I noticed
that there were many varieties of over the counter stomach remedies.
There were laxatives, heartburn remedies, gas relievers, and other such
medications. We did not sell all the varieties and “flavors” of such
preparations either. As I rang up customers, I became very thankful
that I did not have any serious health problems. I also started to seek
after the truth about health and nutrition. I was always wondering
which remedy was the “right” one to take for certain ailments. I
finally realized that we were meant to have stomach acid in the stomach
so that we could digest food. So, the reasoning is, if I take a potion
or pill to reduce my stomach acid, I could be doing harm to my body.
There had to be a reason why I was getting heartburn so often. While I
searched for an answer I learned many other things. I was trying all
sorts of supplements from the “vitamin” isle. With some of them, I
would take one pill and feel “funny” so I wouldn’t take it anymore. I
was getting very confused. And the lack of knowledge was getting
expensive.
One great mystery solved…
While I worked at the discount drug store I noticed that people who
worked there got headaches easily. There were a lot of chronic health
things happening to the employees all the time. Most of it was just a
part of living. Some of the problems were avoidable! That is one
reason I eventually quit. For example, they would schedule me at 10:00
and not allow me to have lunch until the relief came in at 3:00. I
could not last that long without lunch. Then there was the matter of
the doorway. When I first worked there, the row of cash registers was
back a ways from the door. They had ceiling fans above the registers.
Of course they changed owners, and re-modeled the layout of the store.
It was awful. They moved the cash registers forward so they were under
the vents for the heater/air-conditioning. Now the register I kept
getting put at, was literally right in front of the door. It was the
middle of winter and I stood with my back to the cold. Every time the
door opened I got a blast of cold. My back muscles went into spasms.
The older women at the store said that I had a “cold” in my back. I
don’t know what I had, but it was painful. One day I stood there
ringing up customers in a coat, my hat and I had gloves on with the
fingertips cut out. The manager laughed at my “outfit” because he could
not understand why I was dressed that way. They eventually took out
that register.
The reason I kept being put on that register is because I preferred the
cold to the “alternative”. The alternative to working at the register
in front of the door, was working at a register that was right under the
air vents. The vents to the air-conditioning and heating were right
above every other register. They also had an air vent above the
customer service counter. The women, who worked customer service, were
plagued by headaches. When I worked under the air-conditioner vent
once, I got a terrible headache. It was one of the migraine headaches I
would get. After I went to the vitamin doctor, I believed that my
headaches were due to not eating properly. I just thought they were
regular headaches, until I described them to some epileptic women I
worked with in
Ft. Worth. They
said that I had migraines and that the doctors told them that migraines
were related to epilepsy. One day, I was working under the
air-conditioner or heater vent in the store again. This time I smelled
“fumes”. The smell was very familiar. I complained to the manager
about these “fumes” but he did not notice them. It was some time (days
or months) before I recognized what the smell was. It was mildew!
Mildew is a known trigger of migraines. That solved a great mystery! I
thought back through the history of my headaches. When we first moved
into the house here, and we were cleaning the basement, everything was
covered in a black substance. I would get a terrible headache about
once a week. And when I was in high school, I would go with my
grandfather to his farm on Sunday afternoons. There was this horrible
smell coming from the air-conditioner in the pick up truck. My
grandfather laughed and said not to worry about it as it was just
mildew. It burned my sinuses. I guess I am sensitive to mildew. It
was always a strong smell to me in the pickup. On the way home from the
farm, I would invariably get a headache. I did not know how to combat
them at the time. Here in Michigan, at first I believed that the
headache was caused by lack of eating. I would panic at the onset of a
headache and try to eat something really fast. That generally made the
headache worse. Then I discovered that water eased some of the
headaches. So I would drink water like a sieve. That did not always
work either. Eventually I discovered that aspirin taken as soon as I
discover the headache is coming on, could take care of it. I like
headache powders, better because they work much faster. I eventually
discovered that mildew was a trigger of the headaches, and that
information eased them the most. My granny had also suffered from
similar headaches for a long time. I was sitting with her one day and
we were talking about these headaches. She had forgotten that I got
them. Of course when she knew about my headaches, we did not know they
were migraines. By this time I think she was not having these headaches
so much. She described the headaches she got. I finished her sentence
for her. She gave me the strangest look. It was like she was horrified
and in empathy at the same time. She knew what I went through. I saw
her many a time in agony with one of these headaches. Doctors still do
not know that much about migraines. I wish I had known about mildew
being a trigger all those years ago. I could have possibly saved my
granny some grief.
My journey progresses…
Douglas and
I have studied the Bible for many years. We have heard many teachings
on various subjects. We once went to a meeting where an obstetrician
gave a talk. She had asked God to tell her about the human body so she
could help women deliver babies better. She told some incredible things
about how God designed the human body. The mother’s milk is a wonderful
thing. Early on it is high fat and high cholesterol. Those nutrients
go right to a baby’s brain. It helps develop the brain. The mother
also imparts her immune system to that baby. As they say, “Breast is
Best”. This doctor also told about how it is better for a woman to
“squat” to have a baby. It is not good to have her lay on her back.
Let gravity do some of the work. It is very difficult on the mother if
she lies on her back. The mother has to help some. It used to be that
a doctor “delivered” the baby. Why? If the woman is awake and able to
participate, the doctor only needs to “catch” the baby. I also read
some of this in a book about the history of having babies in the U.S.
(I have a link to a story below, that is about this very subject.)
I was
watching one of the news magazines once. I saw an article about the
Ketogenic diet for epilepsy. This is a special high fat diet that was
used for the treatment of epilepsy—before there were anticonvulsant
drugs. At one time the Ketogenic diet was all they had. It seems like
a miracle diet. I do not understand why they take half of someone’s
brain out when they have this wonderful diet. I have not heard too much
about this diet. I learned recently that it does not work 100% of the
time, but I think they should try it first. I think society is so
“anti-fat” that it affects a lot of stuff. I was wondering about a lot
of things after I heard about this diet. If a baby needs the high fat
and high cholesterol right away, and they do not get it, could it lead
to epilepsy? Of course not every baby that does not breast feed, gets
epilepsy. I did not get epilepsy. Another question I had was, does the
Ketogenic diet mimic the feeding patterns of early breastfeeding of the
baby? Could that be why it works? I haven’t looked up the answer to
that one on the net yet. I only looked up how to spell Ketogenic.
From our
study of the Bible, I began to think that God must have a “diet” that is
best for humans. Eating is an important thing in the Bible. I haven’t
studied it 100% from the Bible. I hope to do that soon. (I will stick
it on this web site if I get it done in time.) I was hunting for a
nutrition system or “diet” that worked with the body the way God
designed it. I did not want to “swim up stream” as it were and eat
things that went against the way the body works. I know that, each
person has to figure out what is best for him or her. God made us as
individuals. What is safe and effective for one person, might not work
for another person. I wasn’t looking for a losing weight diet. I just
wanted something that would give me a good quality of life without all
the “side affects”. I think I have found what seems like a good
“diet”. It is difficult to do it 100%, but in principle we try to stick
to some of the tenants. Of course I am also learning about
supplements. If you can’t get the vitamins via your food, you need to
get them “some other how”.
Useful
information from the radio…
Around the time
we moved to Michigan (December 1989) I discovered a radio talk show on
the short-wave bands. It was on a short-wave station originating here
in the U.S. The host talked about all sorts of “alternative” topics
dealing with health, history and politics. The program was “Radio
Free America” and the host was Tom Valentine. The station of course
was
WWCR out of Nashville, Tennessee. (World Wide Christian Radio
http://www.wwcr.com/ ) The “Progressives” (very far left) in this
country, consider this program to be the first of a long line of “right
wing hate” programs on U.S. “domestic” short-wave. I have never heard
“hate” on “Radio Free America”, UNLESS it was from the odd caller or
maybe rarely a guest. The reality is that this program is live
unscreened radio and you get surprises that way sometimes. WWCR got a
lot of flack for airing such political programs after the Oklahoma City
bombing. They still air this type of programming. Tom Valentine and “Radio
Free America” are still on the air, but on a different station now.
I enjoy the alternative history and health subjects of his show the
most.
One night
when “Radio
Free America” was still on WWCR, the guest was Dr. Mary Enig. She
has the
Transfat Info. Website. http://www.enig.com/ Dr. Enig was talking about fats, soy
and the dangers of the modern propaganda against animal fats. I learned
so much! I found out that Dr. Mary Enig and Sally Fallon put out a
cookbook called “Nourishing
Traditions”. It is really an information book rather than just a
cookbook. When I quit working at the discount drug store, they gave me
a gift certificate to our local bookshop. I special ordered the first
edition of “Nourishing Traditions”. I now also have the second
edition. If you want to learn more of what I learned from Dr. Mary Enig
and Sally Fallon see the “Healthy Eating” page of this web site.
Burning
Daylight and Buying Old Books…
In my quest for “healthy eating” I have been reading old books. I also
like to study “how they did it back then”. Some of the books I run
across are mere curiosities. Sometimes they are downright funny. The
book with the bread recipe that calls for three barrels of flour---JUST
for the “setting sponge”----that book is quite a “laugh” at times. (The
“setting sponge” is the early part of the bread dough. You add more
flour to finish the recipe.)
I have been
reading old books as I learn about “real” foods. I like to collect old
cookbooks. I like real home cooked meals. There is a “slow
foods movement” in Europe. I am learning that some of the “wisdom”
that they had about 100 years ago is still true today. For example, it
was well known that men who did physical labor needed more calories than
men who worked behind a desk. Now days they have these one size fits
all diet instructions. The instructions tell us how many calories we
need from fat, carbohydrates and other items. It is all on the side of
a cereal box. Carbohydrates are at the top of the list. I don’t
believe that this diet on the side of the box is for everyone. Another
thing I have learned is that “they” don’t tell you everything. “They”
don’t tell you how much money it took for the cereal manufacturers, to
influence the “food pyramid”.
I am into history
so the old books are fascinating. I have a small but ever growing
collection of old medical textbooks. One is a book for obstetric nurses
from 1880’s to 190?. (It has several copyrights.) The authoress of the
book told you everything you needed to do to have a baby. In those
days, women were “confined” after they had a baby. The abdomen and
breasts of the mother were bandaged. I thought of that book when I
received an old photograph from my mother. One of her uncles was
handing out copies of a photo of my granny’s grandmother. It showed my
great-grandfather as a teenager. It is a nice picture. My
great-great-grandmother looks so tired. Of course she had a child every
time she could have one. She died young. She was a farmer’s wife in
the late 1800’s. Did she have a long “confinement” after she had her
babies? Did they bandage her up and make her lie in bed for weeks or
months? I would venture to guess that she did not have that luxury.
She would have had to get up and work, unless someone, like a sister or
another relative, came to stay with her each time she had a baby. A
relative might have come for a few days? It would be interesting to
find out what that part of life on the Texas prairie was like in the
1880’s and 1890’s. I haven’t studied it to know the whole story.
Another great book I found at a garage sale, is “The Horse and Buggy
Doctor” by Dr. Hertzler. He wrote a fascinating book! It details what
it was like to become a doctor in the late 1800’s. Then he tells of his
early medical practice. He died in 1944. He saw many “advancements” to
medicine in his lifetime.
I am also learning
that some of the “old” ways are better. They are less invasive and
cause fewer side affects. But try telling that to a drug manufacturer.
I like to hear the stories that my grandparents and their generation
tell about the “old ways” of doing things. My grandfather told me a
story about this one family. This seems like it might be typical of
farm families in Texas. I have no proof of that though. This family
ate a very large hearty breakfast early in the morning. I am not sure
if it was right after they got out of bed, or if it was after they had
worked a while. Then they had another “breakfast” around 10:00. And of
course their noon meal might be brought to them in the fields. My
granny remembered bringing the noon meal to the “men” working in the
fields. The family might have eaten a simple supper. But the way I
remember hearing the story, they were just so tired when the light was
gone (the sun light) that they just went to bed. I know that this
“diet” was a high calorie diet full of fat. I know it was good for farm
laborers. It needs some modifications for sedentary office workers. It
just shows that people did not always eat just three meals a day.
Eating just three meals a day, is not for everyone.
My
story is forever ongoing…
We are forever
learning things about health and nutrition. Either we learn it from the
Bible or we learn it from other sources. It is an ongoing process. I
am learning about herbs and supplements. I am also trying to learn how
to grow vegetables and such in the garden. If you want to exchange
seeds let me know. So long as they are from legal plants, and they
don’t come from overseas, I can get them legally. I am going to try and
grow some “tussilago farfara” or “coltsfoot”. This plant is originally
from Europe. It is a wonderful thing for clearing out the lungs if you
have such ailments as pneumonia. Of course you have to take it as you
need it and in small amounts. In Ontario, Canada our neighbor’s to the
north, it is considered a “noxious weed”. You cannot legally grow it
there. Of course it grows wild naturally by country roadsides in parts
of North America.
If you have any
NON-copyright, home cooking, family recipes, with real food ingredients,
let me know. I will try and put them on my recipe page. (If someone
shows me how to do it.)
I guess I am
finishing up this page. If you have anything to teach me or add to this
page, let me know. Have fun! God Bless!! Robyn
Here
is some ammunition for “My Story”. These are articles, which talk about
dieting or the dangers of dieting. There are articles that pertain to
other topics on this page as well.
This first article
is from the BBC News website, as are a lot of the articles below…
It is about how
women are obsessed with their bodies. Even “normal sized” women will
say that they need to lose weight. It is a real shame that we are
promoting this behavior in our culture!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/966757.stm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2192744.stm This is from the BBC
News web site. Girls are more apt to diet than boys. Girls, diet even
if they don’t need to loose weight.
http://newsvote.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/358300.stm This is a very
good article! Restricting a child’s food choices makes them want the
forbidden food even more. Duh! As if we did not know that already. I
think children should be taught how to eat properly—rather than just
saying, “you can’t have that” all the time. From what I understand, it
is an uphill battle to change a child’s eating habits. But I think, if
from the beginning, all a child knows is good food, they will eventually
prefer it to “junk”. I always liked the foods I grew up eating, better
than “foreign” or “strange” foods. (This probably meant that Mom had
difficulty getting me to eat, if she tried anything new.) The foods I
grew up eating, have become “comfort foods” to me. You can’t keep a
child from being exposed to “junk”. But I think if the foods they get
at home are mostly good food, then it will work out in the end.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2144997.stm Women who follow
fashionable diets may be putting their health at risk.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/2143836.stm An anti-dieting
book was written by a Canadian-Chinese woman. It tackles the big Asian
dieting craze.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2905645.stm “Slimming ‘fad starts
in playground’”. Girls as young as nine are turning to dieting after
being teased at school. This is an awful situation!!
Another one from the BBC News site. They still use midwives a lot over
there. The article is about how midwives are losing their specialized
skills, because they are using them less and less.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2180682.stm
This one is about the Ketogenic diet. Very good story!!
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/2836491.stm
http://www.realwomenproject.com/
The Real Women Project--"Imagine a world radiantly lit by the true beauty and
wisdom of women in pursuit of health and justice for all". --This site is
probably very left leaning, or feminist, but I think the premise is probably a
good thing.