So I have been telling myself I NEED to get to some of that self-blogging.
You are probably asking yourself what I mean by that.
I can post recipes and diy tips, but that really doesn’t give you a huge incite into what I am all about. I created this blog to let my hair down after a long day.
It’s hard when I am contributing to other places, I feel like I have spent the day typing away and who would want to hear about me now and do I even have the umpth to sit down and finish all the way to publish. Oh well, I guess I am slowly getting over that, because I need a place to really vent.
So here I sit, headphones and Pandora on.
The three boys are totally engrossed in who knows what on the X-Box. I find myself surprised of where I am at sometimes. The ma of a houseful. The leader of impressionable minds. A teacher.
My husband and I have rewritten our playbook recently, but it was years of delay for these negotiations.
Before it really didn’t matter as long as it didn’t make you a fat-ass, was our original consensus on most foods. Being a couponer and a contributor to a larger frugal blog, the ingredients really did not matter; the price was the bottom line. I would buy anything and everything, especially if it was free or gave me an overage. I did give things that NO one would eat to food banks and drives, but all in all, I really didn’t care if the kids OD’d on fruit snacks and juice pouches if they were 75% Off.
Then a couple of people close to me started vocalizing socially on Facebook on how they were starting new diets and trying to become healthy. I was feeling like crap and both my husband and I were not fat, but we were not looking our best. Even though he works in construction every day, he often commented on how he felt like he need to work out. I was feeling slugging and was immediately drawn to juicing and all the benefits.
I jumped in and bought an Omega Juicer, but had difficultly pulling everyone in.
The eldest, Maple, was on board for it instantly. She usually is and is often my guinea pig for new things, to show the others that it’s not that bad. Hayzen and Kazi were hit or miss on the juice I made, depending on what they saw being put into it and Lylah, well she did want anything that didn’t come out of a shiny plastic bottle, with trees on it from the store. In retrospect, she has been the most difficult so far.
I was kind of kidding myself, though.
Juicing is not everything and is not anything with conventional produce.
Juicing is very novel and probably achievable as a single, dedicated zen-like adult, but we are a family of six here that has been in our fair share of fast food lines. These guys are on the go constantly and have friends coming over all the time. The have to have healthy food accessible and have to want to eat it. Nothing is worse than being known as the kid who eats weird food.
So I hit up my good friend, Google and realized that GMO’s have a ton to do with the nations health problems, especially in corn and soy.
I also learned that there are tons of brands out there that are really invested in how their food is made and specifically that it doesn’t contain things that make you sick.
I started to feel like I have found a secret channel on a radio and I am overhearing a bunch of encrypted information that I am half-way privy to deciphering.
The things, which are way too many to list here, that are done to our regular food supply would make the strongest of guts a little shaky. But it is only when you discover what there are and become informed, you can decide to make different, smarter decisions.
That is where I was about 2 months ago. We gave up meat 4 nights and were vegetarians on those nights. One by one, product by product has been tossed or given away to be replaced by an organic version. That nasty little fiend, that reminds me of the mucinex guys for some reason, high fructose corn syrup has had its power diminished by lack of numbers. Dwindled until the want or yearning for its intoxicating goo has been eradicated, like an addiction.
So here I am tonite.
Just finished my Justin`s Candy Bar, one of the things of many I thought I would be giving up, something I was always told would be taste like gross hippy blandness, be lacking any familiarity and ability to subdue the need for a conventional treat and you know what ……it was fracking delicious.