Days 4, 5 and 6 Recap....And a Mom-Son Moment to Remember

Eeek!  Here I am at the end of Day 6 and I have not written since Day 3.  I apologize…..somehow August snuck up on me and the days of a stacked calendar caught me off guard.  It happens every year.  I have no idea why it always surprises me.

So, here’s the update in a nutshell and then I want to share a little story.  Days 4, 5 and 6 were more of the same with the exception that I made a realization about the energy part of the juice fast/cleanse, or whatever I should call this program I made up.  I kept expecting this other-worldly rush of energy to hit me at some point and I was getting frustrated (especially on Day 5 – more on that later) that I wasn’t feeling it.  What I have realized throughout the day today is that it isn’t a crazy rush.  It is pure, steady, all day energy.  It is no yawning at 2 pm, or anytime really.  It is feeling normal – actual normal, not what sugar and caffeine addicted normal is – all stinkin’ day long. 

I have not had any caffeine in 6 days.  None.  This is unheard of for me.  This is exciting: do you know how much money I can save by cutting soda and Starbucks out of my life?!?  Yet I am not tired.  I do not have those times during the day when all I want is some coffee or soda.  I have been using my essential oils to support all of my body’s systems while it cleanses and it seems to really be working!  And after 5 days I have dropped 7 pounds!  The weight loss was mostly in the first three days, and it has slowed since then, but I will take it!

Only one more day and then it is on to a diet of whole, plant-based foods to keep the goodness going.

Now for my story…..

Yesterday was Day 5 and if I am being honest it was actually the hardest day.  I hadn’t made my energy realization yet and I was feeling like maybe the whole thing just isn’t working.  I had also experienced two nights of dreams filled with me eating food.  Like Tacos.  Mmmmmmm.  Tacos.  I had to really fight my temptation all day long.

 

By the time I was making dinner for the boys I was starving (my fault, I hadn’t had a juice in many hours); stomach-growling, hangry starving.  So I decided you know what, I’m just gonna call it an Almost 5 Day Program and eat some of this food I am cooking.  I even started imagining what dinner would taste like off a plate instead of in a glass.  I was rationalizing that I had made it many days and it wouldn’t hurt if I gave up right then.  Surely people would understand.

And then it happened.  My son walked into the kitchen and gave me a hug.  While we were hugging he asked “are you going to eat food tonight?’  My answer was of course a quick yes because I was already deep into the rationalization of quitting and the imagery of a fork doing its job.  As we pulled out of the hug I saw this look on his face and asked what was wrong.

“I was just really hoping you could make it the whole way.”

I died a little right there.  Right there in my kitchen.  I died a little looking my son who had faith in me from the beginning and could not hide his disappointment that I was giving up.  He walked out of the kitchen and left me dying right there.  He had no idea what was going on in my brain.  But I will tell you what was going on: shame.  Dirty, sneaky, unnecessary shame.

So I made myself a juice, finished making their dinner and then fed my family while I sipped. 

I wish so much that you could have seen the look on his face when I went to him later and thanked him for believing in me and reminding me that I can do what I say I will do.  I told him how thankful I was for him putting me right back on track and for being such a great supporter of his mom.  The look of pride on his face, not only in me for not quitting, but in him for being the reason I was able to pull it together and focus on the commitment I had made to myself, was priceless and I will never forget it. 

He wasn’t even trying to motivate, to shame, or to be disappointed.  He was just telling the truth: I was just really hoping you could make it the whole way.  He was my accountability partner and didn’t know it.  If he had not said that to me I am positive I would have quit early, eaten dinner with the boys, and then felt real disappointment in myself. 

Thank God for the unfailing belief my son has in me.  And for the wake up words I needed to hear from him at just the right moment.  If I had stuck with my original plan to eat with them, this post would read much differently.  

Days 2 and 3 Recap

Day Two of the No Food experiment was lackluster for the most part.  I woke up feeling great and energetic.  But by noon I was sinking deeper and deeper into the couch wondering what happened to all that energy I had such a short time ago. 

It was about that time that I decided that I had to do something, anything, to keep from falling asleep midday.  So we went “That Time We Cannot Mention Yet” clothes shopping.  My boys have banned me from saying “back to school” in any conversation – even if it means they are getting new stuff.  Truth be told, I am wondering where the summer went, but at the same time wondering how these boys eat so much food.  I am quickly getting more and more ready for them to head back to school for only one reason: they could use some class time to stop eating for a second or two.

I digress; that is an entirely different post.  I am talking about my food, or lack thereof.  The afternoon was okay because I did two things: I got up and made myself do something and I oiled up to promote higher energy levels.

But then the headache hit.  It was one of those weird headaches that you don’t feel constantly, only when you turn your head a certain way or laugh, or move around.  When I was still I could not feel the pain.  Weird.  I spent the evening trying to stay as still as possible.  When I went to bed I filled the diffuser with lavender and cedarwood and waited for relief.  I slept soundly and woke with no headache. 

There are some strange things that happened in the first couple of days of the no food fast/cleanse.  Small amounts of juice made me feel abnormally full.  I’m talking only 8 ounces.  Not a lot of juice by my usual standards.  But I did get hungry fairly quickly, especially around lunch time.  And then I would experience nausea that would just appear out of nowhere.  It did not seem to be associated with a juice because it would be more than an hour after drinking a juice that it would start.  And then, just as suddenly, it would stop and I would feel fine. 

I have been at times a little cranky and the boys have been given permission to ask whether it is the lack of food or if I am actually frustrated with what they are doing.  Warning them ahead of time about the probability of crankiness was genius because they saw it coming and reacted appropriately when they started to hear that growl in my voice. 

Day Three has been mostly more of the same.  I knew going in that the first three days were the hardest so my hopes are high for tomorrow and the days that follow.  I will say that when you aren’t eating food you realize just how many of those recipe videos get posted to Facebook every day.  That may be part of the reason why I have stayed mostly off the computer for the three days I have been doing this.  Everything from banana pudding to empanadas seem to be mocking me from the screen, daring me to just take one bite of food; to just chew something. 

It is almost 9 pm on day three and I can say that I accomplished more today than in the first two days and no headache all day.  

I have stayed strong.  I have had a lot of juice.  I have had to restock my fruits and veggies already because I greatly underestimated how much food actually goes into making several juices a day.  I am looking forward to tomorrow.  Tomorrow I will weigh and see if anything really is being cleaned out.  And I’m still counting on that day four burst of energy!

Day One of the Awakening: A Recap

If you read the previous post you know that I am on a mission to change the way my family eats.  More than that, I am on a mission to change our view of food.  Here is the plan for how we are going to do that. 

First of all, I know from experience that grand, sweeping changes are likely to fail.  I’m not interested in that.  So we are going to start small and go from there. 

And I am treating myself differently from my boys.  My choices will be more drastic than theirs because they do not have 40+ years of damage in their bodies. 

I am starting with a food restriction cleanse.  What that means is that for the next 7 days I will eat no food.  No chewing of anything.  I will get plenty of high quality nutrients through the following:

Juice – Not the stuff you buy in the store – the stuff that comes from the juicer when you put fresh fruits and vegetables in it and turn it on.

Ningxia Red – This powerhouse infusion drink will also help to supply massive amounts of nutritional value to my system.  This one is non-negotiable.  It is delicious and incredibly beneficial to every cell in my body and I will not remove it from my diet.  Ever.

Pure Protein Complete – This is a shake mix from Young Living that is delicious and also loaded with goodness.  I will mix it with either water or almond milk.

Water – Some serious cleansing is going to happen with food restriction so I will stay hydrated in order to help flush out all that bad.

Again, I will eat no FOOD for the first 7 days.  Following the initial cleansing I will add in plant foods.

NO SODA – This is a biggie for me.  Even when I cut down on Diet Dr. Pepper I still drink one a day.  So this will be the hardest part for me. 

No Coffee – Easy, peasy.  I rarely drink coffee anyway.

The thing I was most concerned about going in was hunger and crankiness.  And headaches; as a migraine sufferer I was concerned about headaches.  I am at the end of Day One and I have been able to combat all three with essential oils.  I am using Joy, Frankincense, and Peppermint to help keep my mood even.  I am using citrus oils like lemon, lime, and grapefruit to flavor my juices with citrus without adding the acidity of the actual fruit’s juices.  I am using Digize, Peppermint and Lemon in a capsule to support my digestive system.  And I am using Lavender, Peppermint, and Frankincense to support my desire to be headache-free.

There were times throughout the day when I felt very sleepy and lethargic.  There were times when I was hungry.  And there were times when I was cranky.  But overall Day One wasn’t difficult and nothing that happened or that I felt today leaves me feeling like I am on the wrong path.  In fact I can already see how this cleanse is going to be a great benefit.  I also think that because my body needed a food restriction in order to have time to cleanse it is reacting properly overall.  And I am being mindful to support my physical systems as well as my mental and emotional needs with essential oils, which I know to work effectively.

Another test will be later when I go to bed.  I am hoping for sound sleep so that my body and my digestive system in particular will have the time it needs to really work on cleaning out the evidence of my past diet choices. 

Today’s intake included 3 green juices with lemon essential oil, 2 ounces of Ningxia Red, and 1 Pure Protein Complete shake made with almond milk.  I also drank 2.5 liters of water.  And no soda! 

The boys each added one freshly juiced apple juice to their day.  And actually they used it as a replacement for breakfast.  One 8 oz serving of fresh apple juice kept them full longer than even I expected.  They all agree that it is far better tasting than what we usually call apple juice.  They are not entirely sold on the idea of green juices yet but we will get there. 

Tomorrow I am going to journal how I feel as the day goes on. 

Until then.  Have a great night!

An Awakening: Food as Fuel.....The Beginning

It started simple enough: get rid of cable.  The reasons were sound: We didn’t frequently watch television; it was more often background noise than intentional entertainment, it costs way too much for the quality of programming, and it costs too much for a single mom raising four boys.  So I called the cable company and had them remove cable from my cable/phone/internet bundle.  Saved myself $65.00 per month.  Fast forward past the anger I felt at having spent an extra $65.00 per month on crappy cable.  I’m mostly over that now and just thankful that I get to keep that extra money in my pocket next month.

Then a funny thing happened.  I wanted to watch TV.  I just wanted to chill out on the couch while the boys were gone and just watch some TV.  No cable.  Hmmmmm. 

No worries.  Netflix to the rescue.   I loaded up Netflix and watched a documentary called “Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead”.  That is when things started happening in my brain.  Things I was not expecting.  See, I have been dipping my toes in the healthier lifestyle waters for several months now.  I got started using Young Living essential oils.  I am systematically replacing all of the toxic cleaners, soaps, toothpaste, face creams, shampoo, etc. in our home with non-toxic solutions.  I feel pretty darn good and the sick day that my oldest son had in early February – before I started using essential oils – was the final sick day of the school year.  None of my four boys missed school due to illness for the remainder of February, or all of March, April or May.  We do not take prescription or over-the-counter medications anymore.  Ever.   We are building a healthier lifestyle one small change at a time.

BUT, in the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you that while all that was happening we were still eating mostly the same way we had been: microwaveable crap, put it in a bowl and pour some milk over it crap, shockingly orange cheese mix in a box of noodles crap.  You get the idea.  I will even admit to eating cheese flavored crackers straight out of the box for dinner on more than one occasion.

So, small changes were happening.  And they were all important.  Toxins in the form of chemical cleaners for our home and body were being phased out and toxins in the form of medications were gone.  But as I Netflixed that day, I realized that there is so much more toxicity in our lives that I had failed to consciously recognize; I was awakened to what I already knew to be true but had been hiding from myself.  Processed and convenient food are turning us into addicts (sugar), increasing our risks for every single disease known to man (especially the ones I call man-made diseases; you know, those conditions that didn’t even exist in our parents’ generation), influencing our behavior choices on a regular basis, and making us overall feel just good enough to make it grudgingly through each day.  Small changes were helping, definitely; but I wasn’t addressing our entire lifestyle, just the parts that were convenient.

I don’t want that.  I don’t want it for myself and I certainly don’t want it for my children.  And I don’t want it for you either.  So over the next several days I continued to watch various documentaries with the consistent theme being food, the food industry, and what is happening in our cultures to food and what food once meant to people.  I armed myself with knowledge.  I got online and did some research.  If you have ever researched anything online you know that there are multiple views on every facet of every subject and it can be difficult to find truth in much of what is published.  So I used my own intellect, my own experiences, and my own gut feelings as a compass while sorting through all of this contradictory information. 

What I came up with in the end is this:  I am the mother of four children.  I want to see them graduate college, get married, have babies, be successful in life.  I want to be there to help them put the pieces back together when it all falls apart.  Because it will - It does for everyone.  I want to live and be all of the things that I should be as their mom.  And at this moment, their health is almost entirely dependent on me.  If I buy the donuts at the grocery store, they will eat them.  If I buy apples and carrots at the grocery store, they will eat those.  I am the adult.  I am responsible.  And it is about time I started taking the responsibility seriously.  I can’t look myself in the mirror and rationalize cereal for dinner because I felt tired that day anymore.  I can’t use the balm of a busy day to make me feel better about “cooking” dinner for my family by boiling some noodles and dropping death-by-chemical-orange cheese on them and serving it up hot.  I just can’t.

So it is time to be intentional about food.  It is time to respect it for what it is: necessary fuel to keep our bodies running optimally.  It is time to quit pretending it is some sort of emotional salve for the busy days, the sad times, the laziness, and the empty feelings that we all have some days.  It is time to be real and to put real food in this house for my real family.

So, things are changing.  I am taking information I have learned from multiple sources, including my own common sense and experiences with what works, and shifting the food paradigm around here.  This program I’m piecing together doesn’t yet have a name.  But it does have a purpose: clean out our systems, our pantry, our refrigerator, and most importantly our thinking; and replace it all with knowledge, positive changes in behavior, and good, real fuel. 

This is not a box set that someone created in a lab, put in a pretty box and sold to me to “change my life for only $5 a day!”  No, this is me and my family using what God gave us to live the way God intended: healthy and abundant.  Our bodies are an intelligent, self-healing design and only our own personal choices can cause their breakdown. 

I will be recording the process in two places: here on my blog and in a Facebook group, which can be found here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/655371001286024/

Or you can search An Awakening: Food as Fuel on Facebook and join the group to see all the posts, trials, errors, and progress of this journey.  Perhaps we can even start a dialogue there and trade ideas and stories. 

Care to go on a journey with the boys and me and see what we can accomplish? 

This will be fun! 

Second Verse, Not the Same as the First

It has been a long, long time since I wrote anything for this blog.  I said at the beginning that I was not sure what the point of the blog really was, but that it was important to me; it was a way to work through thoughts and emotions that I was experiencing.  I have always thought best on paper and right now, I feel like I need to think. A lot. 

It may not be the smartest move to write tonight – the night before I have to get up early and return to work after a long and glorious Christmas break.  It may not be the smartest move, but I am sure there is a purpose.  I am sure there are yet undiscovered nuggets of wisdom deep in my brain that are crying to get my attention and to get out – I have discovered quite a bit about myself through my “Ready, Fire, Aim” method of writing.  As I was wasting my precious final hours of break looking at all the memes on the internet humorously showing how hesitant teachers are to return to work tomorrow, it hit me: I need to write. 

Do I feel this way because I am pumped and ready to get up, shed my pajamas-for-two-weeks-uniform, shower before 9 am, apply makeup, make the drive to school, and listen attentively to whatever Professional Development is on the agenda for tomorrow?  Nope.  Seriously, who wants to wear real clothes (even if only jeans are required tomorrow) when the recent standard has been so much cozier and made of soft fleece?   Do I want to give up the freedom to, on a whim, clean out the pantry, repaint it, and organize it until it is beautiful and efficiently stocked?  Do I want to give up the ability to repaint my youngest son’s room in the most amazing shade of gray?  Do I want to donate hours to something other than cleaning my long-ignored house, or to cooking all of those things that I never have the energy to cook during the semester, or to heading outside to the front yard just to be schooled in both basketball and football by some amazing boys who obviously got their athletic skills from somewhere other than their mother?  Nope.

But, Yes.  Yes I want to return to work tomorrow.  I want even more to return to work on Tuesday because that is the day the students return.  That is the day I get to see the other 20 kids that I love so much.  That is the day I will be reminded, in the flesh, of the reasons why I am a teacher.  Don’t get me wrong – I will definitely be asking “Is it Friday yet?” by Wednesday morning, but when that question comes from my mouth, it will be with new purpose.  For me, for this second semester of my teaching career, it is my goal that I will be asking that question not because I am wishing away the school week in hopes of a relaxing weekend or because I am so overwhelmed that I am not sure I can make it another day.  No, for me, right now, it is my goal that the question will come because I will have poured so much love and energy and work into Tuesday that I will feel as though it should be the weekend.  That I gave so much to the hours I have on campus that it feels like it should be Friday.  That I gave everything I have to my students, my team, my school, and my family at home.  That I will want a weekend, not for the “break”, but for the necessity of recharging to do it all again; only better.

The last five months have been the absolute hardest of my professional life.  I knew the first year of teaching would be hard.  I have learned that you can know a thing and really know nothing.  Not until you have lived it.  Not until you have been busted crying on the back porch by your son after an especially difficult day.  Not until your dreams have been overtaken by visions of the faces you see every school day, and even in your dreams you worry about them.  Not until you have felt what it is to feel like a total failure.  Not until your incessant fears take over that you are not being good enough, not being effective enough, not being teacher-y enough. Not until you feel in your heart and mind, and even deep in your soul, that you are failing twenty kids; that you are not doing what they need, that you are not prepared: That. You. Are. Not. Enough.

That is when you know the thing you thought you knew.  And the knowing is hard.  And it hurts.  And it takes your legs right out from under you. 

And that is where I found myself: at the end of the first semester, with my legs taken out, army-crawling across the Last-Week-Before-Break-Finish-Line, crippled by self-doubt, exhausted and frustrated, walking out the school door, eager for the break from that which I had once only thought I knew. 

And today I find myself here: My legs may have been taken right out from under me, my feelings of inadequacy may not have subsided, my worry about being “enough” still with me.  But the thing is this: When you take the legs out from under me, you put me on my knees, which is right where I needed to be all along.  I was so scared, worried, and overwhelmed that I forgot.  I forgot that I am not alone in this.  I am a first year teacher because He saw to it.  Because He took me down this path because this is what He wanted for me.  This is where my gifts can be used.  This is where I can be all that I am supposed to be.  This is where I can not only teach, but learn.  This is where I have been brought – for a reason.  Nothing is wasted. 

So on this evening before I return to work after break, I am reminded that there is more work to be done; that I am not finished with this school year or with these 20 precious lives; that I am not alone.  I am never alone.  And the only thing He can’t do is Fail.  He is with me, and my students, and my team, and my school, and my family.  At all times.  With Him, I will not fail. 

You can know a thing and really know nothing.  Or you can just trust that the One who already knows the things will show you everything you need if only you remember to stop, ask, and pay attention to what He’s saying. 

I’ve had a great Christmas break.  I am recharged and ready to go.

And I am still on my knees; right where I am supposed to be.