"Kresser argues that science in fact supports the Paleo principles: “There is broad consensus among scientists that our Paleolithic ancestors consumed primarily meat, fish, vegetables, fruits, nuts, seeds and starchy tubers.” He rejects the claim that the diet is too labor-intensive for the average person, or that it’s hard to find the ingredients of these ancient diets, citing a plethora of restaurants and new convenience foods such as gluten-/sugar-/soy-free beef jerky, kale chips and grain-free crackers and deserts."
This sentence makes me CRAZY!!!!!!!! "He rejects the claim that the diet is too labor-intensive for the average person, or that it’s hard to find the ingredients of these ancient diets"
Am I not average? Labor intensive HA!
Many in my close circles know that I was advised to eliminate gluten, corn and dairy 3 years ago. It took 9 months to get it all done. The emotional rollar coaster was a longer ride and is mostly down to kiddy-sized. I just wanted to manage the pain and fatigue that has plagued me for nearly 20 years.
My mother cooked mostly from scratch and I knew how to do that. To eliminate the things that I found to be irritating to my systerm also meant that I had quit using many of the short cuts, like canned soup as a casserole binder and othe time savers. But in this new lifestyle, "fast food" means leftovers. Every meal and every snack is "labor intensive".
Even the above mentioned convenience foods are either prohibative in cost or labor intensive to create.
Why the early Saturday morning rant? Because, in continuing to pursue improving my health-the aforementioned modifications only took the edge off and many foods still apparently are irritating my system-I have succumbed to a blood test for 93 food allergies and was advised to "go paleo". And this morning I had a chance to begin to really research it.
Just having a hard time eliminating more foods, that I only eat occasionally anyways. Except the sheep's milk feta cheese from Trader Joe's, I could eat that like candy. I know, it's dairy. My dad ROLLED his eyes at me when I said it wasn't. My dad the scientist taught us well and used the correct scientific names at us on a regular basis.
The premise for going paleo is to heal my gut (meaning the digestive system), restoring it to balance and then challenge it by returning certain foods.
"Moderation in all things" Hubby thinks I passed that last year when I experimented with castor oil liver poultice.
Sigh. Sorry.
We are all on a journey. We must find the path that brings us peace and joy. Sometimes our paths are similar; sometimes they cross. Love you all.
Read more: The Paleo Diet Craze: What's Right and Wrong About Eating Like Cavemen | TIME.com http://healthland.time.com/2014/01/07/the-paleo-diet-craze-whats-right-and-wrong-about-eating-like-a-caveman/#ixzz2tPU9z1he
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Yes! I succeeded! I AM Vadna's granddaughter!
I planted sweet potatoes from starts I got in a co-op produce basket. They were late. But they got water this summer. Beautiful plants; if you haven't seen the leaves of a sweet potato plant, they are a stunning green. They actually make a great ground cover. However, as typically happens in our garden, there is more fail than fruit. The squash results were minimal. Really. You hear horror stories of overabundant zucchini and how to get rid of it. Chilies did well but I can't eat them anymore. We can't kill the rosemary, but it's an herb. I ate and juiced chard then lost it when we put in a block fence. The lettuce and arugula did fine til the heat set in. Overall, I have visions that never quite bloom and develop fruit. So the sweet potatoes just sat, and I forgot.
Winter came on. And then it got cold-last week there was ice on the dog's water bucket. I broke it out and tossed it aside. It was still there when I fed him that night. This is Mesa, AZ for heaven's sake. Ice and snow may form, but they melt in the morning. At the first hint of cold, the sweet potato leaves turned black. When the frost warning came out, we covered the chilies. The rosemary is on it's own.
It's the end of January. In Mesa AZ, it's time to be considering what you want to see sprouting in spring and summer. I am ever hopeful. Every year I imagine what I would like to eat and preserve. However, I'm finally getting realistic. I am tired. My strength and endurance are fragile. I have no guarantee of how I will feel at the end of a day and be able to do. I haven't worked out in 2 months and I feel the weakness setting in. Within a month, I will be spending longer hours at work, tutoring and encouraging students, because...that's a whole 'nother post and I don't want to talk about it. So I have to scale down my dreams. Because I have the best husband. He will plant whatever I want. But then he has to tend it and do my work. And I'm not really okay with that. I monitor carefully what I ask him to do cuz he'd try to do it all. I don't want to abuse the darling man. So I found 5 pots of herbs. I've had luck with lemon thyme, oregano, and parsley. I'm trying sage and cilantro.
I got home early on Tuesday and went out to clear a small section and put the herbs in. To my great surprise and delight I found these.
That's alot of water for these little gems. But hey! They grew. We do use the drainage from the evap cooler to supplement the tap water.
I had a meeting today so left at 3:30. Yea! And I promised myself 15 minutes in the garden. Just to till and clear the ever encroaching Bermuda grass and roots in another lil ole patch. And found these!!! Yahoo!
Now I'm feelin' good! But wait...maybe those dead stick-looking things mean something. It occurs to me that I'm looking at a dead sweet potato plant and dug around and SCORE...
Yes Vadna, my grandmother, famous in Douglas, AZ for her flower gardens and homemade ice cream, would be proud of me. (Well, technically, my grandmothers were proud of me no matter what, BUT her green thumb showed up for a second in me!!)
I get ready to wash them off and a vague thought tickles my memory...sweet potatoes have to cure, so I google it and yes, curing occurs in 85 degrees with 80% humidity. That doesn't happen at the same time at anytime in Mesa. So I called my dad to verify that creating a greenhouse may be a viable solution. So they are on the barbecue under plastic secured with bricks. For a week or so.
But still...I had gardening success!! Vadna's love of flowers, fruits, vegetables and gardens lives on in Mesa AZ!
I planted sweet potatoes from starts I got in a co-op produce basket. They were late. But they got water this summer. Beautiful plants; if you haven't seen the leaves of a sweet potato plant, they are a stunning green. They actually make a great ground cover. However, as typically happens in our garden, there is more fail than fruit. The squash results were minimal. Really. You hear horror stories of overabundant zucchini and how to get rid of it. Chilies did well but I can't eat them anymore. We can't kill the rosemary, but it's an herb. I ate and juiced chard then lost it when we put in a block fence. The lettuce and arugula did fine til the heat set in. Overall, I have visions that never quite bloom and develop fruit. So the sweet potatoes just sat, and I forgot.
Winter came on. And then it got cold-last week there was ice on the dog's water bucket. I broke it out and tossed it aside. It was still there when I fed him that night. This is Mesa, AZ for heaven's sake. Ice and snow may form, but they melt in the morning. At the first hint of cold, the sweet potato leaves turned black. When the frost warning came out, we covered the chilies. The rosemary is on it's own.
It's the end of January. In Mesa AZ, it's time to be considering what you want to see sprouting in spring and summer. I am ever hopeful. Every year I imagine what I would like to eat and preserve. However, I'm finally getting realistic. I am tired. My strength and endurance are fragile. I have no guarantee of how I will feel at the end of a day and be able to do. I haven't worked out in 2 months and I feel the weakness setting in. Within a month, I will be spending longer hours at work, tutoring and encouraging students, because...that's a whole 'nother post and I don't want to talk about it. So I have to scale down my dreams. Because I have the best husband. He will plant whatever I want. But then he has to tend it and do my work. And I'm not really okay with that. I monitor carefully what I ask him to do cuz he'd try to do it all. I don't want to abuse the darling man. So I found 5 pots of herbs. I've had luck with lemon thyme, oregano, and parsley. I'm trying sage and cilantro.
I got home early on Tuesday and went out to clear a small section and put the herbs in. To my great surprise and delight I found these.
That's alot of water for these little gems. But hey! They grew. We do use the drainage from the evap cooler to supplement the tap water.
I had a meeting today so left at 3:30. Yea! And I promised myself 15 minutes in the garden. Just to till and clear the ever encroaching Bermuda grass and roots in another lil ole patch. And found these!!! Yahoo!
I get ready to wash them off and a vague thought tickles my memory...sweet potatoes have to cure, so I google it and yes, curing occurs in 85 degrees with 80% humidity. That doesn't happen at the same time at anytime in Mesa. So I called my dad to verify that creating a greenhouse may be a viable solution. So they are on the barbecue under plastic secured with bricks. For a week or so.
But still...I had gardening success!! Vadna's love of flowers, fruits, vegetables and gardens lives on in Mesa AZ!
Friday, December 2, 2011
A Journey I didn't plan on taking
I was thinking of the change in my diet over the last 10 months, but that also describes my last 20 years. I've landed in a good place, but it was a bit of a surprise.
Like eliminating corn and dairy from my diet. I started feeling better. But I resisted going gluten-free. Seriously. Like "wheat is for man" serious. I toyed with eating less wheat. But there was always a little going on.
I raged. I grieved. I looked to the bloggers, the celiacs and others for whom, gluten isn't just an annoyance but a serious poison to the system issue. I'm the new kid on the block here and looking to the sages for wisdom and coping skills. I got information-overload, overwhelmed and more depressed. And I grieved and raged some more.
There is no such thing as fast food. Every meal I make is from scratch. The almond milk to make a quick smoothie in the am (oops, forgot to make it tonight-there are almonds soaking in the fridge as I type, bleh) is from scratch. The stuff you can buy can't touch what a good soaking, blender and straining can produce from a handful of almonds. Soymilk? If I buy it there's "stuff" in it. I finally made a great batch before Thanksgiving. The hot cocoa it created was amazing. But I am battling the time. I know. Everyone has to balance their lives. I'm in the midst of the battle. I am not a huge fan of change right now.
But check this out. I've lost nearly 20 pounds in these 10 months. My fingers don't hurt when I press them on the violin strings. I can rest the sole of my foot on my thigh without the pain that distracted the focus when practicing tree pose. My wrist doesn't itch incessantly. The tissue connections at my joints are not so painful. Corn makes me itch. Gluten hurts the ligaments at my knees. I guess I can live without that.
So I will focus on the improvement. And find joy in the journey. Whatever the cost.
These bloggers seem to have a ton more time on their hands to prepare the food they (their family) need. But I certainly appreciate the recipes. I'm making pistachio cookies this weekend!!!
Kelly, Lexie, and Shirley have blogs that got me started.
Like eliminating corn and dairy from my diet. I started feeling better. But I resisted going gluten-free. Seriously. Like "wheat is for man" serious. I toyed with eating less wheat. But there was always a little going on.
I raged. I grieved. I looked to the bloggers, the celiacs and others for whom, gluten isn't just an annoyance but a serious poison to the system issue. I'm the new kid on the block here and looking to the sages for wisdom and coping skills. I got information-overload, overwhelmed and more depressed. And I grieved and raged some more.
There is no such thing as fast food. Every meal I make is from scratch. The almond milk to make a quick smoothie in the am (oops, forgot to make it tonight-there are almonds soaking in the fridge as I type, bleh) is from scratch. The stuff you can buy can't touch what a good soaking, blender and straining can produce from a handful of almonds. Soymilk? If I buy it there's "stuff" in it. I finally made a great batch before Thanksgiving. The hot cocoa it created was amazing. But I am battling the time. I know. Everyone has to balance their lives. I'm in the midst of the battle. I am not a huge fan of change right now.
But check this out. I've lost nearly 20 pounds in these 10 months. My fingers don't hurt when I press them on the violin strings. I can rest the sole of my foot on my thigh without the pain that distracted the focus when practicing tree pose. My wrist doesn't itch incessantly. The tissue connections at my joints are not so painful. Corn makes me itch. Gluten hurts the ligaments at my knees. I guess I can live without that.
So I will focus on the improvement. And find joy in the journey. Whatever the cost.
These bloggers seem to have a ton more time on their hands to prepare the food they (their family) need. But I certainly appreciate the recipes. I'm making pistachio cookies this weekend!!!
Kelly, Lexie, and Shirley have blogs that got me started.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Shimmy like Sister...
I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate
by Angel Katana on Thursday, September 15, 2011 at 8:44am
I Wish I Could Shimmy Like My Sister Kate
(Piron)
Transcribed from Anna Jones, accompanied by Fats Waller, piano; recorded 6/1923.
From Fats Waller 1922-1926; The Chronogical Classics, 664.
I went to a dance with my sister Kate;
Everybody there thought she danced so great;
I realized a thing or two,
When I got wise to something new:
When I looked at Kate, she was in a trance,
And then I knew it was in her dance;
All the boys are going wild
Over sister Katie's style.
Oh, I wish I could I shimmy like my sister Kate;
She shimmies like a jelly on a plate.
My mama wanted to know last night,
What makes the boys think Kate's so nice.
Now all the boys in the neighborhood,
They know that she can shimmy and it's understood;
I know that I'm late, but I'll be up-to-date
When I shimmy like my sister Kate.
I mean, when I shimmy like my sister Kate.
Now I can shimmy like my sister Kate,
I know that I'm real late,
I think I'll do a real shimmy dance,
Dancing like my sister Kate,
Sweet papa, just like my sister Kate.
(Piron)
Transcribed from Anna Jones, accompanied by Fats Waller, piano; recorded 6/1923.
From Fats Waller 1922-1926; The Chronogical Classics, 664.
I went to a dance with my sister Kate;
Everybody there thought she danced so great;
I realized a thing or two,
When I got wise to something new:
When I looked at Kate, she was in a trance,
And then I knew it was in her dance;
All the boys are going wild
Over sister Katie's style.
Oh, I wish I could I shimmy like my sister Kate;
She shimmies like a jelly on a plate.
My mama wanted to know last night,
What makes the boys think Kate's so nice.
Now all the boys in the neighborhood,
They know that she can shimmy and it's understood;
I know that I'm late, but I'll be up-to-date
When I shimmy like my sister Kate.
I mean, when I shimmy like my sister Kate.
Now I can shimmy like my sister Kate,
I know that I'm real late,
I think I'll do a real shimmy dance,
Dancing like my sister Kate,
Sweet papa, just like my sister Kate.
Reflections on Aging
from Sunday, September 27, 2009 at 2:55pm
I don't feel old when I see the fine lines or grey hair; I don't feel old when I see the brown spots on my wrists or skin that is beginning to look like my mother's. I just don't feel old. My kids are all out of high school; does that make me old. I don't think so. Doesn't seem like it. So I don't feel or look old. Until yesterday.
I got to go to Provo to attend a BYU game. I parked in Helaman Halls parking (no sticker required on Sat) early. We used to park there, walk by the track to the stadium...good times, good times. I walked up to campus. My, how it's changed!!! Walked on the sidewalk on the hill where I met one of my college loves, sigh. I walked up that hill every day as a freshman. I lived in Helaman Halls. Right over there in Merrill Hall (Merrill Marvels/A Wonder toBehold Be Held...now it a men's dorm according to Brooke Ford). There is the Admin bldg, same as ever, and whatever building that was that I had some English class in. I have gone back 30 years in mere minutes. And feel so young again. And remember who I was and what I went through and what I learned. And crash, I FEEL OLD...I AM OLD!!! These little punks walking don't see what I'm seeing. They see me old. And some of the freshman are younger than my baby! I actually misted up. Nostalgia first. Then the realization...I'M OLD. Certainly not as young as I think I am. So to prove I really am not so old, I prepare to shortcut down a hill. Allegra Bel convinces me not to...but I'm pretty sure the boys do. But then I find a place where I can go down to the parking lot. But then Allegra Bel is, "Careful Aunt Edonna!" Puleeze! You're not helping any!!!
I had such a nice time at the game. The band still marching the flowing soflty moves...which I Never liked...I like the precision marching...And I actually got to sit on the west side, back to the sun, nice. Next year, Homecoming.
I'm still not really old.
I got to go to Provo to attend a BYU game. I parked in Helaman Halls parking (no sticker required on Sat) early. We used to park there, walk by the track to the stadium...good times, good times. I walked up to campus. My, how it's changed!!! Walked on the sidewalk on the hill where I met one of my college loves, sigh. I walked up that hill every day as a freshman. I lived in Helaman Halls. Right over there in Merrill Hall (Merrill Marvels/A Wonder to
I had such a nice time at the game. The band still marching the flowing soflty moves...which I Never liked...I like the precision marching...And I actually got to sit on the west side, back to the sun, nice. Next year, Homecoming.
I'm still not really old.
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No one really shares the awful stuff
by Edonna L Flake on Thursday, December 17, 2009 at 6:20pm
Our comments are thought provoking. Joyful. Silly. Entertaining. Informative. Or sometimes just too much information, but not from my friends.
Bonnie shared the news that Danny finally succumbed to cancer. That's a biggie. Babies get sick. We get frustrated at work or school. People drive stupid looking cars. School is beginning/ending/on break. Etc.
But who really shares the tragedies of their lives. I am really quite certain that I am not alone in experiencing painful learning experiences. But how do I post the sorrow and pain over my kid's choice/behavior.
Going out with friends, good friends from Lakewood High...Hi how are you? Fine, I got a sinus infections from sobbing over my son. How are you?
And DD tried to explain that you can't send stamps to jail. Stupid naive me. Apparently someone figured out you can hide bad stuff under a stamp.
So, do we not care about one another. I know I weep with/for my friends. Rejoice with them. Lend an ear. So we care. Is it too public? Are we too private with our pain? Is it just not to share? I learned the long hard way about talking too much with just anyone after my divorce. The filter was damaged. Why do I think I need to say it? idk Why burden someone else.
I'm rambling. I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm done. And it's probably too much information for some. I apologize.
Bonnie shared the news that Danny finally succumbed to cancer. That's a biggie. Babies get sick. We get frustrated at work or school. People drive stupid looking cars. School is beginning/ending/on break. Etc.
But who really shares the tragedies of their lives. I am really quite certain that I am not alone in experiencing painful learning experiences. But how do I post the sorrow and pain over my kid's choice/behavior.
Going out with friends, good friends from Lakewood High...Hi how are you? Fine, I got a sinus infections from sobbing over my son. How are you?
And DD tried to explain that you can't send stamps to jail. Stupid naive me. Apparently someone figured out you can hide bad stuff under a stamp.
So, do we not care about one another. I know I weep with/for my friends. Rejoice with them. Lend an ear. So we care. Is it too public? Are we too private with our pain? Is it just not to share? I learned the long hard way about talking too much with just anyone after my divorce. The filter was damaged. Why do I think I need to say it? idk Why burden someone else.
I'm rambling. I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm done. And it's probably too much information for some. I apologize.
Special delivery to Spokane
from Thursday, December 24, 2009 at 3:47pm
I wanted to make my sister a table top water fountain for Christmas. After some fits and starts getting a design, I figured out that the rocks I got and the amount of rocks were heavier than I originally planned. And upon further pondering, I realized I had qualms about boxing up rocks and paying to send them through the mail. After all, Trina has rocks in her yard. Really, paying for a heavy box of rocks made no sense to me. I considered sending a gift card to Home Depot to get her own (or wash the ones from the yard.) Ben suggested I personally deliver them. The "seats available" looked good so off I went.
I put the pot in with my clothes, wrapped with the t-shirt and socks. I double bagged the rocks and put them in the same duffel. I wondered if TSA would consider them dangerous. I mean, Goliath died.
Sure enough. I watched my duffel go through the x-ray. I saw what she saw on that screen. I saw the look on her face. And was not surprised when she pulled my duffel off the belt and informed me that she was taking a look inside. I told her to look under the jeans. The look on her face was wonderful. Yes, there really were rocks in there. She said it did look a little funny on the screen. I knew that.
I put the fountain together for Trina last night. Brooke has lived in dorms and apartments for 1 1/2 years at college. I'm not sure if that experience lead to her reaction to the gurgling and trickling that came from the fountain as it sat on the counter and we watched BYU basketball, interspersed with Utah football. Brooke observed that it sounded like someone taking care of business in the bathroom. Then she got up and went to the bathroom herself. (I think she was getting ready to work out, but the timing was more than coincidental?)
Rachel came in from a day on the slopes with friends.
I felt so lucky to sit with that "boring" family. Stephan came home; Trina, the girls and I had just finished eating. The something bowl was on and Utah was playing. So everyone was just sitting together. Boring is nice. Even peaceful.
Trina had called back after I asked if I could come. She was remembering events from the previous visit (not her fault). I told her I really just wanted to sit quietly in a warm safe place. The Ford home is that.
I put the pot in with my clothes, wrapped with the t-shirt and socks. I double bagged the rocks and put them in the same duffel. I wondered if TSA would consider them dangerous. I mean, Goliath died.
Sure enough. I watched my duffel go through the x-ray. I saw what she saw on that screen. I saw the look on her face. And was not surprised when she pulled my duffel off the belt and informed me that she was taking a look inside. I told her to look under the jeans. The look on her face was wonderful. Yes, there really were rocks in there. She said it did look a little funny on the screen. I knew that.
I put the fountain together for Trina last night. Brooke has lived in dorms and apartments for 1 1/2 years at college. I'm not sure if that experience lead to her reaction to the gurgling and trickling that came from the fountain as it sat on the counter and we watched BYU basketball, interspersed with Utah football. Brooke observed that it sounded like someone taking care of business in the bathroom. Then she got up and went to the bathroom herself. (I think she was getting ready to work out, but the timing was more than coincidental?)
Rachel came in from a day on the slopes with friends.
I felt so lucky to sit with that "boring" family. Stephan came home; Trina, the girls and I had just finished eating. The something bowl was on and Utah was playing. So everyone was just sitting together. Boring is nice. Even peaceful.
Trina had called back after I asked if I could come. She was remembering events from the previous visit (not her fault). I told her I really just wanted to sit quietly in a warm safe place. The Ford home is that.
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