Thursday, February 28, 2013

Natural and Free's SITS Day is TODAY!!

Today is a most exciting day for me!
Today, all, is my SITS Day over on
Natural and Free!

What is SITS and what's a SITS Day?
Well, SITS is a group of women bloggers (over 40,000!) who support each other through visiting each other's blogs, leaving comments, rallying behind each other - basically we're each other's biggest fans! :) It's like constantly having your own personal cheerleaders who are there to answer your questions, give you tips and words of encouragement and so much more. What's not to love?! :)
A SITS Day is like Christmas or a birthday for bloggers. Monday through Friday, SITS highlights a blogger and that blogger gets flooded with visits and comments from other SITS girls, and today is my day to be pampered with some SITStah bloggin' love! WOOT! :) So awesome!

Anyway, if you have the time, please join me on Natural and Free today and read my recipe for Twinkie Cupcakes (Soy, Fish and Nut-Free, Can Be Milk-Free) and meet some of my fellow SITStahs via comments. :)  And, if you're a woman, please consider joining SITS!  You won't regret it! :)

If you've already been over to Natural and Free and hopped over to check out my Fibro blog, thank you for stopping by and feel free to browse!  If you have any questions or comments, you can leave them below in comments or email me directly and I'll get back with you ASAP!

Oh, and it is also my brother's birthday today, so before I go, I want to say...

Happy Birthday, John!
 
I hope it's an amazing one!  Miss you and love you tons!  We'll have to Skype later if we can.  If not today, tomorrow when the kiddos have off school and the cousins can chat. :)
Hugs and kisses to you and yours!!!
 
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Have an amazing Thursday, all!

 

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Unknown...

 
I just love the quote above.  "Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God." - Corrie Ten Boom.  She certainly knew what she was talking about!  It is such a relief to know that, even when we don't know, God does.  He will take care of the details, if we just trust Him.
 
I have struggled to write this post, and it will probably still stay in "draft" for awhile, but at the same time, I feel the need to write it, but in a way that shares just enough and not too much, if that makes sense.  Anyway, I guess I feel like, I need you to know that I struggle, too.  I feel like you need to know that I am not above trials, and even with my positive outlook, sometimes it's hard to be positive.  I forget God is there sometimes and struggle with the fear of the unknown.  I face hardships and fears that sometimes seem even too big for God.  It is at those times that God's Word is a comfort and surrounding myself with friends and family and fellow believers is so important.  It helps so much to know I'm being prayed for. :)
 
At any rate, here are some unknowns that I'm struggling with at present and ask that you please pray with me about, if you would.  Thanks.
 
  1. The decision to home school next year.  I'll admit, this is hard.  I don't know what curriculum to use, how to go about it, and I'm completely overwhelmed.  I know it will all work out because this is what we believe God wants us to do, but it feels "too much" right now.  I will just keep praying that God works out all the little details, and that we will find the right curriculum that will work for my boys, especially my middle guy who struggles with reading and writing.  I want to do right by him more than anything, and I am trusting God to show me the right way to teach him so that he can not only get by but thrive and excel.  I also want my oldest to be challenged enough.  It will be an interesting time, for sure!  Prayers welcome, please and thank you! :)
     
  2. The decisions regarding our health.  We are trying to make good decisions about what to eat, how much to eat, exercise, sleep, medications, vitamins, supplements, doctors, specialists, etc. and that can be a big task.  Deciding what doctors to see or not see, when to call or not call, can be a bit challenging at times.  We want our kids and ourselves to have the best health possible in all aspects, but we don't want to just leap when sometimes it is better to wait, especially in regards to medications. 

    As to our food situation, we know that is not something we can change all at once, or we won't stick with it, and we've been doing our research.  Let's just say, WOW!  There's a LOT to read out there for sure!  We have the head knowledge, I'm sure of that, it's just implementing what we know in the right way.  God is working in my heart and my hubby's heart on the same things which helps so much.  Being on the same page is always a plus.

    Please pray that we will make the changes we need to in the right way, and know when to press for testing or just "wait and see" or medicate or not medicate.  Thank you. :)
     
  3. The decision to trust God with a true unknown.  This is the update on the unspoken request I talked about here before, but it may get a little TMI, so I apologize for that (and if there are kids who are reading this, you need to ask your parents/guardian if it's ok for you to read further), but I feel that I need to share this.  God won't let me let it go (trust me, I've tried to ignore this), so I am going to trust Him and share it.  Ok, here goes...

    Before I begin, here's a little background that is important to what I have to share.  After I had our daughter, I had a Tubal Ligation (we think - it was not in the surgery notes, though it was on one piece of paper, so we were told it was done, and we're trusting that) and then about 7 months later or so, I had a Thermal Endometrial Ablation with D&C done. 

    We did the Tubal because each one of our children was born early (each one earlier than the last, in fact), we'd gone through 2 NICU experiences, and my health was not in the place where we thought we should have any more children.  We prayed about it and believed it was the right choice, though definitely not an easy one.  We weren't against having more kids, we just thought (especially after talking with the doctor) that it was more of a risk than we should take. 

    We did the Ablation later due to very heavy periods that were coming too close together in the hopes that it would help that and keep me from having anemia issues or even a hysterectomy.  We agreed that it was the best choice for us and the safest, especially since we'd had the Tubal and were not planning on having more children.  This matter was also bathed in prayer, and we had God's peace about this, too.

    Anyway, the Ablation seemed to work, the Tubal seemed to do its job, and we fell into life again, believing and trusting that everything would be just fine.

    In January of this year, I had a missed period.  I didn't think too much of it at first...but then I started having early pregnancy symptoms.  I knew the chance was pretty slim, but I had read and heard it was still possible, so we bought a pregnancy test.  The results were negative, so I relaxed a little, but still found myself worried. 

    For one, we never had 100% positive proof that the Tubal had been done.  For two, I felt pregnant based on symptoms.  I cried and tried not to worry, begging God to show to me if I was or not so that we could see the doctor and hopefully not hear some horrific news about a tubal pregnancy or low survival rate.  I didn't mind at all the idea of having another baby, even if the risks were higher, I just didn't want to find out that a Tubal had NOT been done and I'd made the decision to have an Ablation that made my uterus nonviable based on the belief that it HAD been done and then have the baby not survive or worse.  Just broke my heart in two thinking about it.

    It was a full week after I took that test before my period started (that's later than I've ever been in my life), and when it did, it was very heavy, almost like a regular period (I've not had more than spotting in over 2 years), and that concerned me a little, but not too much because I was so late, I figured it was probably a little normal.  There was some clotting, too, but most of it looked old vs. new (you gals will know what I'm talking about, I'm sure), so I decided not to worry about it too much...Until it lasted for 2 weeks.  I couldn't get out of my mind that perhaps I had indeed been pregnant and lost the baby, but I decided to call the doctor and see what they thought.

    I couldn't get through to my normal OBGYN, so I called a local doctor who was a midwife who I've seen before, knowing they could answer my questions.  They listened and told me what to watch for, but told me that I didn't need to come in as of right now.  They couldn't tell me for sure or not if I'd had a miscarriage, but from the sounds of it, they thought I should be ok unless this, this and this happened kinda thing.

    Let's just say, it's been an emotional ride for me.  I may never know this side of Heaven if I was pregnant or not, and in some ways, I don't want to know.  It makes it that much harder.  It's hard to wonder if I'm being ridiculous or not to wonder about it, too.  I guess it's normal to wonder, but still, there are times I feel foolish about it all.  All in all, there may be a sweet little baby I will never see on this Earth waiting for me in Glory, or there may not be, but I know that God is giving me peace about it all.  He has shown me that to dwell on the "what if"s in life doesn't help anyone.  I can wonder about it, but the truth is that I simply don't know - only God does.  I will trust that God will help me through the wondering and help me trust that it will all be ok and calm my heart.

    I know that if things continue to be different around my monthly cycle that I'll have to go in and have a check-up to make sure something isn't amiss (and regardless, I'm talking to my regular doctor about it in March when I'm scheduled to see him).  Early menopause runs in my family and Fibromyalgia can mess with your hormones, so (although this may not have been a miscarriage) this may be the beginning of something that needs more looking into.

    Please pray that I will allow God to bring His peace and that I will know when to call the docs and when to wait.  Thank you. :)

I am so grateful that I have God, wonderful friends and family to help me through all the unknowns in life.  To have someone hold your hand, give you a hug and tell you, "I'm praying for you" makes all the difference in the world.  To know that you can pray, to feel God's peace - I don't know what I'd do without that!  It is such a comfort to me.
 
I hope you haven't minded reading about my struggles today.  I wish I didn't have any, if I'm honest, but that simply isn't true.  The one positive side in it is that I understand when you say you are struggling.  I may not have your exact struggle, but I know what struggles are like.  Know that I pray for you all, especially when I'm having a rough time because I know I cannot be the only one, and that chances are, one or more of you is having a worse time than me!
 
What are you struggling with today?
If you wish, leave a comment or send me an email and I'll make sure to pray for you specifically, by name and situation.  You are not alone, my friend!  I'm hear if you need me - don't forget that! :)  Love you, my readers!
 

UPDATE, 2-27-12: I talked to the doctor's office about the Tubal and was informed that it IS on my discharge notes in several spots, so it was done.  That is a huge load off of my mind.
 
Also, one of the things we had to decide was about an eval my middle kids to determine the cause of his learning issues.  We could get it pushed up IF we said we were concerned about his condition being a mental problem (like schizophrenia, multiple personalities, etc.) which we (the doctor and us) do NOT believe is the case.  We decided that we'd rather be on a waiting list indefinitely waiting on an eval than to have our child labeled forever as us thinking he was mentally unstable. 
 
He is also making some great strides in his learning, but still struggles in some basic areas in regards to reading/writing.  We believe he has a type of Dyslexia and/or Sensory Processing Disorder, but the testing (so far) has been inconclusive, so the eval is the only way to get to the bottom of things so that we can help him thrive in the learning department across the board.
 
At any rate, we'd rather keep guessing and checking with his learning than have it on record somewhere that we thought he was mentally unstable when we clearly do not.  He's just a smart kid who has trouble getting it out in a way we can relate. :)
 

Thursday, February 14, 2013

How We Met...{My Valentine Love Story}

Our first official date in February of 1997, a Valentine's Banquet
So I was reading on The Dose Of Reality, how they are going to have some memory lane type Q&A with their spouses on Valentine's Day.  I was thinking that was a pretty awesome idea, and when they asked what question(s) I would add to the list to ask your spouse, I said, "What was your first impression of me and why?"  Why did I want to add such a question?  Well, they say first impressions are everything...but they aren't always the end all.

You see, my hubby and I met under...unusual circumstances to say the least.  First of all, my first memory of him: He was trying to dunk a basketball in short 80's shorts in the gym at college and failing miserably!  I took it as him trying to impress the ladies in the house and not doing so hot!  The shirt he had on was a weird Mountain Dew one, too, that totally looked like a Budweiser Frog shirt to me which made me do a double take because we were at a Baptist College that did not allow those things (FYI, neither one of us drink and never have - but I didn't know that about him at the time) so I wondered just who this yahoo thought he was!  Needless to say, I left the gym laughing about "the guy in the shorts who had that shirt that looked bad but wasn't and who so can't dunk!"
 
Just days later, if not the next day, we were playing sand volleyball on the same court and ended up on the same team.  The game was horribly one-sided, and our team was winning and the other team had a horrible time serving.  My hubby (who then was just "that guy") decided he was going to plop down on the ground and start building sand castles in the middle of our game!  Not only that, but when he got the chance to serve the ball, he nearly took my head off - TWICE!  Seriously!  I asked another girl on my team who this idiot was, and she said, "Oh, that's Bob!"  I decided then and there that I did not like this "Bob" very much, and went away from the game hopeful to not see him again!
 
Fast forward to the next semester (our second semester of our Freshman year), when there is a Valentine's Banquet coming up.  I don't have a date and my friend, Andy, who I'd helped fix up with the girl of his dream (they are married with 4 girls, I believe, now) decided that he simply MUST repay my kindness by finding me a date to the banquet.  Well, I blush and stammer and hem and haw and tell him that that's totally ok, I don't need him to do that.
 
His response?  "Oh, Julie, you need a date!  I'll tell ya what!  The next guy that walks through that door is going to be your date!"  Did I mention that we were in the cafeteria full of mostly guys and that it was a small college so everyone knew me more or less and everyone heard his announcement?  Oh, yes...Embarrassment knows no bounds here!
 
The next words out of my mouth were my mixed blessing, "No way, Andy!  You wouldn't do that to me!"
 
That, to Andy, screamed one thing: CHALLENGE!  I saw his eyes twinkle.  I saw his smirk.  Oh, boy!  I'd done it!
 
And who do you suppose was the guy that walked through those doors?  The college hottie?   Nope.  The college jock?  Nope.  The guy formerly known as Bob who, I learned in that moment, was really named Aaron by Andy's declaration, of course!  It went something like this:
 
Andy, jumping out of his seat and looking like a crazed mad man, way too giddy to be human: "AARON!  Roomie!  Buddy!  You know Julie, right?"
 
Aaron, nodding a little while turning the same shade of red as me, while we both were so stunned and powerless to stop it all.
 
Andy, plunging ahead without waiting for a proper response, the rest of the room silent and watching, whispering to each other: "A little?  Ok.  Cool.  You don't have a date to the banquet and she doesn't have a date, so why don't you go together?"
 
Oh, yes.  It happened.  Time stood still, the world waited and watched Aaron, waiting for his response.  What was it?  Wait for it...
 
Aaron licked his lips, fidgeted a little and looked like a deer caught in the headlights and said, "Um...I think...I think I have to work that day," and RAN out the door.  Worst part?  He didn't have a job! (Not a paying one, anyway - he did do odd jobs for experience/school credit, but no one knew that.  All anyone knew was that he was an unemployed guy who just said he had to work to get out of a date!)
 
Oh, the horror!   He didn't just leave, he high tailed it out of there like he was on fire, too!  Ugh!
 
The laughter that erupted.  The redness of my face!  The look of "Well, I tried!" on Andy's face and the shrug!  I tell you what, I felt like the ugliest and most unwanted woman on the planet at that moment.  I wanted to kill Andy.  I nearly did!  He did apologize for making me look bad and all that, told me it was Aaron's loss, etc. - all the proper things to help a girl feel better, but it still hurt.
 
Over the next week or so, interesting things happened, though.  Aaron had asked Andy if I'd really wanted him to ask me.  Andy said, "I dunno.  You'll have to ask her!"  When I asked Andy if Aaron (who was actually kinda cute, even if he was kinda color blind and didn't always match and seemed a bit nerdy) really wanted to ask me, he'd say, "I dunno.  You'll have to ask him!"  The frustration that is that man! LOL :) 
 
Andy must've known what he was doing, though, because that wondering lead me to start asking questions about Aaron and finding out he was actually a really nice guy.  Aaron was also asking question about me, and knew my sister (who had actually gone out to dinner with him - he'd taken her as a "thank you" because she'd helped find him a ride home at Thanksgiving, nothing romantic) and thought I was kinda in her shadow and wondered what I was really like, and suspected I was pretty cool.  Anyway, one thing lead to another, and I determined that IF he was the first guy to ask me to the banquet, I'd say yes (like any guy would ask me after what Andy had done in the cafeteria, but I digress).
 
Word must've gotten back to Aaron, because the next Chapel day (I believe it was a Wednesday) he asked to sit by me, which I agreed to.  He showed me pictures of his sisters (Don't ask - I still don't know and neither does he.  An attempt to break the ice, I guess.) and then said, "Did you want me to ask you to the banquet?"
 
I said, "Um, sure," and he said, "Ok," and then there was silence.  I was waiting for an official asking, but it didn't happen.  I was left wondering if I had a date or not when Chapel begun and we could no longer talk.  I figured that at least I got to hear him sing (he has a lovely baritone voice), and I could figure out a way to ask if it was a date or not when it was over, but before I could get a confirmation and as soon as Chapel was done, he was gone and I didn't see him for the rest of the week!
 
Obviously this was NOT ok with me.  On Saturday, I found Andy with the help of his girlfriend, Heidi, and pretty much let all the anger out on him that I'd pent up from the cafeteria debacle.  I got in his face and pointed my finger and shook it at him and said, "There is NO way I'm going to the banquet with a guy I can't even TALK to and never see.  You got me into this, so YOU'RE fixing it!  Fix it, Andy, or I'm done!"  Oddly, enough, the guy blinked and stammered (Vindication!) and told me that a bunch of them were getting together to play sand volleyball later, so I should invite Aaron and see what happened.
 
With Heidi's help, we tracked Aaron down, and I told him about the sand volleyball.  He had a few things to do, so he wasn't sure, but he'd try.  I felt in the pit of my stomach that this was going to be another cafeteria scene, but it wasn't.  He showed up to the game later, and we spent the whole time talking and getting to know one another (he even bought me a cappuccino - SCORE!).
 
The rest, they say, is history. :)
 
I later made him officially ask me, which he did, and we did indeed go to the banquet together, by the way (see top picture as proof).  Years later, I also found out that we had almost met so many times before that (we'd been to the same Tigers game just feet away from each other when we were in Jr. High, and he'd offered to carry my luggage at college because he'd thought I was cute, and a few other times, too), but I think that God knew what he was doing with the timing.  If we'd met in any other way, at any other time, things simply would not have worked out like they did.  That imperfect meeting was what was needed to make college sweethearts who dated throughout college, got married the May after finishing said college in December (13 years this May, all!) and now have 3 amazing children (ages 10, 8 1/2 and 2 1/2)...and a cat!  Who knew, right?  God, obviously!
 
This time of year, especially today, Valentine's Day, reminds me of all those things; how an imperfect start can lead to an amazing finish, how first impressions don't have to be the end all and how love knows no bounds...and how guys named Andy are so NEVER to be trusted! ;)  All in all, I'm glad we met like we did - it's one of those stories you just can't forget and is so great to pass along! :)
 
Us in January of 2013
~*~ Happy Valentine's Day, all! ~*~ 
 
If you'd like, take a moment to leaving me a comment about how you met your spouse or some other memorable moment.  I'd love to hear about it! :)

 
 
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

{Guest Post} How We Reversed Autism

If you've been following my blog for awhile, you've probably heard me mention a cousin by marriage who was the inspiration for getting my health back on track by figuring out my food triggers.  She told me that, in essence, until you get the food right, you can't get the body right...and boy, did she ever know what she was talking about!
 
I am thrilled beyond words to have her as a guest today on Fibro, Fit and Fab!
 
 

Meet Wyndie (who blogs over at Autism Recovered as Wonder Woman, the wife and mother of the "Awesome" family (they use pseudo-names to protect the identity of their children)), a mom who began motherhood years ago carefree just like you and me before the Lord started her on a different journey with her three children, each diagnosed with Autism and severe allergic reactions.  Their whole lifestyle changed, beginning with the food they fed their children and themselves.  In this journey, which began as hopeless, Wyndie and her family found not only hope, but healing.  Now they are sharing that hope with anyone who will listen.  Autism is not only treatable, but curable!
 
Please help me in welcoming Wyndie, and please don't forget to show her some comment love!  Thanks!  Oh, and keep the Kleenex handy...You're going to need it!

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Seven years ago, if you had peeked into my house, you would have seen utter chaos: one child shrieking at the top of her lungs while throwing herself into the walls and furniture; alternating this between DAYS of laying around sucking her thumb and twirling her hair, too weak to move off the couch.  If she did get up, you didn't dare give her something to carry as she would drop it, too weak to carry the smallest item.  You'd have heard another screaming his numbers over and over and seeking out any type of dark, tight spot to wrap himself up in to stop the feeling of his body floating off into space.  And then you'd have seen a third crawling around on her wrists because she couldn't straighten her hands out and gagging if the wrong texture were placed near her.  Had you actually come in the house, you wouldn't have seen one child at all as they would have hidden in terror at the thought that you may actually speak to them.  These are only a few of the abnormalities you'd have seen.  The wild, crazed (and often vacant) look in everyone's eyes, the distended bellies, the stimming, the posturing over furniture to east gut pain, the obsession with certain foods, the lack of any real communication...all these things were just the tip of the iceberg of symptoms known as Autism, but in reality showed children in serious gut and brain distress.

That was my catalyst for understanding food and how it affects us.  Autism taught us a lot about food.
 
I was raised on a Standard American Diet (SAD), like most of us, but my obsession with certain foods got VERY out of control and, as an adult, I would just stand at the sugar bowl and eat out of it with a spoon.  I was a sugar addict, but I had no idea this was a bad thing.
 
With the birth of my first child, I got a peek at how important that was.  He was born with multiple allergies and, by the age of 6 months, he was anaphylactic to touching any dairy product residue.  As he grew, he developed more and more allergies.  When his sister was born, she was just like him - rife with food allergies.  Both children required EpiPens multiple times as we tried to figure out their ever changing food allergies.  We finally learned how to manage and keep them safe, but our table food had to change in the process.  We could no longer eat out anywhere (going to a restaurant was unthinkable since they had both become so sensitive to dairy products that just getting some of it on their skin would cause an anaphylactic reaction), so I had to learn to cook something more complex than Hamburger Helper and Oreos.  They survived on those foods, but did not thrive.  They deteriorated into Autism at a very young age...but I still did not understand the importance of food.
 
With the birth of my third child, a friend mentioned "leaky gut" in connection with multiple allergies.  I didn't know what that was, but it sounded important.  Within a few weeks, I was seeing my friend's doctor who then explained to me that "leaky gut" came from Candida (a yeast overgrowth in the GI tract that can become systemic).  I soon learned from my forward-thinking nutritionist that, when yeast is in the gut, it likes to drill holes into the gut lining and that allows food to escape into the bloodstream.  The body, of course, recognizes that food proteins should not be wandering around in the bloodstream and sends an arsenal to kill the invader.  That particular protein is then marked by the immune system as a danger.  When this happens repeatedly, a food allergy can develop and, if the body continues to be exposed to this food, it will mount an auto-immune response and start attacking itself any time that food is near - even when it's not a danger to the body, such as on the skin or when smelling it.
 
The doctor informed me of this, and I realized that my years of eating poorly had manifested itself in my children.  Children are not supposed to be born with yeast problems, but here was evidence that they all had been exactly that.
 
Boy, that was a real trial learning how to cook actual food.  When I moved away from Hamburger Helper, I still hadn't moved towards good healing food, I had merely moved to food the kids would not react to.  Now I had to learn how to cook without anything that would feed yeast, such as sugar, of course, but also starches in excess and yeast.  Adding those to the list of foods the kids were allergic to was staggering, but I had a great nutritionist who helped me make the changes.  She taught me to keep a food journal and note everything the children ate and how they reacted via skin, behavior, sleep, bowel movements and anything out of the ordinary at all.  I was nursing my youngest during all of this and went on a healthy diet along with them.  As I learned what foods were good for my children and which weren't, I stumbled upon the Body Ecology Diet.  There I learned about foods that actually heal a leaky gut and what healing foods actually were: not foods to fill the stomach, but foods to heal the immune system.  This was fascinating news to me and (honestly) the thing that drew me to this diet in particular was not only the diet itself, but one of the most important principles of this diet - uniqueness.
 
I knew no one more unique in their allergies than my children.  Every diet I had tried for Autism before was a failure since my kids were allergic to most of the foods on those diets.  I was told repeatedly that if I couldn't do all foods 100% not to bother with the diet.  Well, I wasn't going to feed them food they were allergic to, so I couldn't do them!  But Body Ecology acknowledges the uniqueness of each individual and I learned I could ferment foods that my children could eat, and that would be the beginning of balancing their gut bacteria.  I could also implement the parts of the Body Ecology Diet that worked for my life and that I could do it slowly and step by step.  Just what an overwhelmed mom needed to know!
 
As I worked to get healing foods into my children, I learned more and more about food.  I learned that genetically modified foods (GMOs) were not safe for consumption, although they were very common and inexpensive.  I learned they are especially dangerous to those with auto-immune disease, and that they can even cause this very disease process in the body.  I learned that pesticide can damage the immune system and foods raised non-organically are highly sprayed.  I learned that excitotoxins were very common in processed foods and that those actually make brain cells vibrate.  The more I learned, the more I realized my children had to eat real food or they would never heal.
 
Today, 7 years later, my children are healed.  They have been for a few years now.  They still have allergies, but they don't have Autism.  Folks who didn't know them back then don't believe they ever had it; they are as neurotypical as they can be now.  There were many other things we did to bring them to total removal of Autism, too, but food was the bottom of the pyramid - the building block we used as a catalyst for all other modalities of healing.  They still eat very healing foods every day.  Our rule of thumb is that if a food is going in their mouth, it has to be a healing food. 
 
All foods either heal or hurt.  There are no neutral foods.  What you eat day after day has a bigger impact on you than you may realize.  Research your food before you eat it.  It affects you and your offspring.  My children's ill health began with me because I did not think of my food, I just snarfed whatever was yummy.  Think before you eat.  Listen to your body and pay attention to how you respond to food.  Do you get sleepy after eating gluten?  Do you have emergency bathroom trips after dairy?  Do you feel foggy headed or get a headache after eating a donut?  This is your body's way of saying it doesn't digest that food properly.  Pay attention.  You'll reap huge rewards in your own health and maybe even your child's if you do.

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