tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851720344856111152024-03-05T09:00:15.461-08:00Spaced Out HouseLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-61996133733408983262014-10-31T21:41:00.001-07:002014-10-31T21:41:34.244-07:00Week 1 Thoughts - Recipe Reviews, Sweetener Ideas, and Random MusingsWe made several soups this week from Dr. Fuhrman's Eat to Live Cookbook. This isn't an in-depth review, but I just wanted to share my opinions.<div><b><br></b></div><div><b>1. Brocolli Mushroom Stew</b>- I thought this one was great. Mackenzie wasn't thrilled with it, but she had two servings.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>2. Dr. Fuhrman's Anticancer Soup</b> - There are rave reviews for this soup, and it is the one he most often promotes. It is packed with the GBOMBS (Greens, Beans, Onions, Mushrooms, Berries, and Seeds), less the berries. But it really didn't have much flavor to me. So, you can really add any spice you prefer and that is how it will taste. I liked adding dried Red Peppers and I loved adding lemon juice. I don't think it will be my "go to" soup, but if I'm going for the health benefits, this is 2.5 cups of Nutritarian gold!</div><div><br></div><div>As a side note, the directions include putting whole zucchinis in a pot to soften, and then dumping pureed veggies over it, then pulling the zucchinis out to chop them. The zucchinis were gross and hard to work with this way. Next time I will put the zucchinis in the pot, continue pureeing other veggies and put them into a large bowl, adding them to the pot AFTER I pull out the zucchinis!</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>2. Very Veggie Stew</b> - also good - this one has the strange flavor of cinnamon with veggies....which reminds me of those Mexican chilis that have cocoa. Odd, but not bad. I think next time I'll leave out the cinnamon and just enjoy vegetable stew.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>4. Tomato Bisque</b> - Absolutely loved the flavor of this one. I could eat it every day. Mackenzie didn't like how chunky it was - she thought it should be blended and creamy, so we'll make it that way next time. </div><div><br></div><div>We made it through the week with plenty of groceries - we could easily go two more days before going back to the store, and we probably will. Our little kids normally have cereal for breakfast with way too many scoops of sugar on it, but when I made my oatmeal every morning, they would ask for it instead. A much healthier alternative! (whole grain oats, sunflower seeds, frozen blueberries or raspberries, a fresh banana, and some walnuts)</div><div><br></div><div>Mackenzie slept over at a friend's house, so she packed up her meals:</div><div>1. A baked potato with salsa</div><div>2. Almonds, oats, and frozen berries in a baggie</div><div>3. A container of soup</div><div>and</div><div>4. Acorn squash and Dark Karo Syrup for dessert</div><div><br></div><div>She is really excited to be prepared to resist pizza and doughnuts!</div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>Why Dark Karo syrup??</i></div><div>Dr. Fuhrman wants absolutely no sweeteners because they are "empty calories", but that doesn't match our lifestyle quite yet. Our palettes are looking for the sweet sometimes. So, we are choosing to avoid artificial sweeteners completely, as I believe they are poisonous to the body and mind, and also to avoid sweeteners with <b>fructose, </b>which is not used by the body, but is filtered by the liver, adding strain to it, as well as spiking insulin. Karo and Dark Karo syrups, however, are made with pure glucose. The body recognizes this as a source of energy and uses it to power the body, and none of it goes to the liver. </div><div><br></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>THOUGHT FOR THE DAY</b></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GDjeqfWsx2HZ4yVWC9AuZUN1gQWXpIpmwjR342CMSFdPUQ3wL-zV_k3GhP7wK6KcjMaReW5mRQuwGGBeP1ttK58lCayDNtXplLA2FIuCYyvn5wtjlV2NqJGlbNuOEHQd3aUt78RxdsY/s640/blogger-image--1491645968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GDjeqfWsx2HZ4yVWC9AuZUN1gQWXpIpmwjR342CMSFdPUQ3wL-zV_k3GhP7wK6KcjMaReW5mRQuwGGBeP1ttK58lCayDNtXplLA2FIuCYyvn5wtjlV2NqJGlbNuOEHQd3aUt78RxdsY/s640/blogger-image--1491645968.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-43618922284981706142014-10-26T10:22:00.001-07:002014-10-26T10:22:31.779-07:00The Long Goodbye...to CoffeeOh how I love coffee! Let me count the ways!!<div><br></div><div>...yeah...we don't even have room for that. </div><div><br></div><div>Dr. Fuhrman says coffee is addictive. Yes. Yes, it is. </div><div><br></div><div>I think I've tried to quit coffee at least once a year for the last 10. </div><div><br></div><div>But this time is for real, and I'll tell you why.</div><div><br></div><div>I am really trying to follow Dr. Fuhrman's Eat to Live Diet 100%. So, I put the coffee away on Day 1, but then I pulled it out again on Day 4....for the totally logical reason that I have creamer in the fridge, and I'd hate for it to go to waste! </div><div><br></div><div>When talking about food addiction, Dr. F says we lie to ourselves so that we can indulge in our addiction. So, I told myself I had to finish of the gallon of creamer. </div><div><br></div><div>On Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday mornings I made my 2 Cups of coffee, and drank my coffee...and skipped breakfast. My hunger level is so low right now, that I didn't feel hungry at all for breakfast. The problem with this became evident later when I was thinking about what I had eaten during the day, and all three days had only 0 or 1 piece of fruit. Dr. F wants us eating 2-4 pieces of fruit. </div><div><br></div><div>So, I have a choice - </div><div><br></div><div>Eat fruit for nutrients, drink coffee because I love it....and be about 300 calories over every day</div><div><br></div><div>OR</div><div><br></div><div>Drink coffee because I just can't say no, skip the fruit....and be short on the immune boosting and cancer fighting nutrients I know I need. </div><div><br></div><div>OR</div><div><br></div><div>Say goodbye to coffee. When my friends are drinking coffee, pull out a yummy piece of fruit and enjoy the fellowship. Be healthy. Lose weight. Feel amazing.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Goodbye Coffee! </div><div><br></div><div>(Whimper)</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bkQjvKAKrt88shRUhSEgU5EQ5SDLZ5UKBMENrW4PbiC8aQOkqGb78XojgboT2h_KIKogXkkW8bmBVa3LuHddlld8gOA6Nwg7b_AnNcbtde-_IxkhPEy6nM3-zyRnPTXdEIy5fPxzoPE/s640/blogger-image--585912390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bkQjvKAKrt88shRUhSEgU5EQ5SDLZ5UKBMENrW4PbiC8aQOkqGb78XojgboT2h_KIKogXkkW8bmBVa3LuHddlld8gOA6Nwg7b_AnNcbtde-_IxkhPEy6nM3-zyRnPTXdEIy5fPxzoPE/s640/blogger-image--585912390.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-91752730096198077442014-10-25T21:14:00.001-07:002014-10-26T09:49:23.919-07:00Week 1 results and First Shopping TripToday is Saturday and we have been following the Nutritarian diet wholeheartedly for 8 days. Well...wholeheartedly except I pulled out my coffee pot on Wednesday and had 3 days of morning coffee and cream...and there was that one Binge on Pizza night. <div><br></div><div>But, you know. </div><div><br></div><div>Other than that.<div><br></div><div>My leg pains went away on Day 5. And now I'm on to the other weird Detox symptom that I have....insomnia and euphoria. That's right...I feel SO good that I can't sleep! This happened last time I followed the Nutritarian diet and it took me a while to realize it wasn't just the "new normal," but a Detox symptom. I lay in bed and my brain just races and races. </div><div><br></div><div>Another symptom I'm having is what I'm going to call bloating.....I feel SO full...all the time. I'm never hungry. Today I had my breakfast (about 300 calories), lunch at 2pm (300 calories) and now it is 9pm and I'm still not hungry. In fact, I don't think I could force myself to eat. Dr. Fuhrman says the Eat to Live Diet is a <i>high fat diet </i>during the weightloss period, because you are eating low-fat, nutrient dense food, and your body is pulling fat from your waist and hips to supplement your calories. That must be true, because I am SO not hungry.</div><div><br></div><div>As of Sunday morning, (end of Day 9) I have lost 3.7 pounds. Now don't get too excited...that is all NEW weight. Weight I gained in October! ACK! But it's nice to fit back into my FAT CLOTHES! </div><div><br></div><div>Mackenzie was very surprised to find she lost 4 pounds! I asked her if she felt deprived or "on a diet" and she said "No, not at all. Well, except when my family is eating something I can't have, like pizza or eggrolls."</div><div><br></div><div>I'm feeling great. 3 people in the family have been sick, but not me. But that does include Mack with a mild stomach virus.</div><div><br></div><div><b>Shopping Trip</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>We went on our first Nutritarian shopping trip of this adventure. Remember, only Mackenzie and I are eating this way..the rest of the family is eating our normal food. </div><div><br></div><div>Here is the one week menu plan, recipes found in Dr. Fuhrman's <i>Eat To Live Cookbook</i>:</div><div><br></div><div><i>Breakfast Choices</i></div><div>Blueberry Nut Oatmeal</div><div>Quick Banana and Blueberry Breakfast</div><div>Tuscan Tofu Scramble</div><div>Apple Supreme</div><div><br></div><div><i>Lunches will be large salads or leftover soups</i></div><div><br></div><div><i>Dinner Choices</i></div><div>Brocolli Mushroom Stew</div><div>Anticancer Soup</div><div>Very Veggie Stew</div><div>Tomato Bisque</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Here was our shopping list, and it doesn't include things we already had in our house like spices...but we didn't have much in the way of food. This is a great list to use if you are wanting to fill your house with nutrient-rich foods:</div><div><br></div><div>Oranges</div><div>Banana</div><div>Apples</div><div>Dates</div><div><br></div><div>Pecans</div><div>Almonds</div><div>Cashews</div><div>Walnuts</div><div>Pine Nuts- (Holy Cow, these are expensive! If you have a cheaper source of Pine Nuts, let me know!)</div><div><br></div><div>Navy Beans</div><div>Sunflower Seeds (kernels only, raw)</div><div>Green Split Peas</div><div><br></div><div>Peppers</div><div>Kale</div><div>Spinach</div><div>Celery</div><div>Romaine</div><div>Carrots</div><div>Onions (green, red, yellow)</div><div>Avocado</div><div>Tomatoes</div><div>Leeks</div><div>Brocolli</div><div>Zucchini</div><div>Squash</div><div>Mushrooms</div><div><br></div><div>Mrs. Dash</div><div>Fresh cilantro</div><div>Fresh parsley</div><div>Frozen Blueberries</div><div>Carrot Juice</div><div><br></div><div>We shop at WINCO Foods, which we have found to have a much better selection in the produce department than any other grocery store, and the prices are comparable or even better than Costco or Grocery Outlet. WINCO rocks.</div><div><br></div><div><i>Is it more expensive to follow a Nutritarian Diet?</i></div><div><br></div><div>The total for our Nutritarian Menu, which I suspect will stretch to 8 or 9 days rather than just the 7 I designed it for, was $94.06 for 2 people. That would make this lifestyle of eating cost about $200 per person, per month. For our family of 9, even when we are being as frugal as possible, we average $120 per person per month. And when we are eating that "tight" we end up splurging on pizza or KFC eventually, because we are just so tired of the mundane potatoes and rice meals we are eating. The Nutritarian diet, on the other hand, is diverse, exciting, and spicy!</div><div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>This is Dr. Fuhrman's <b>Three Bean Pumpkin Chili. </b>Doesn't it look hearty and amazing! It was!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKRBxs5rVdgdZZJaJcnHWVGaDywJfCOnjHpo4y9WytjUlhCTDCrosRoTJxS-Nvdgn3_1370dqFSY_fsGKvOjIPFk1PCkP6ygL6mGEVUWkmzV56hQ821t8ch1RckwUSUl_5lt0DEfRxAo/s640/blogger-image-1361970390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKRBxs5rVdgdZZJaJcnHWVGaDywJfCOnjHpo4y9WytjUlhCTDCrosRoTJxS-Nvdgn3_1370dqFSY_fsGKvOjIPFk1PCkP6ygL6mGEVUWkmzV56hQ821t8ch1RckwUSUl_5lt0DEfRxAo/s640/blogger-image-1361970390.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In the next few months however, we would need to replace our herbs and spices, and our tofu, which we had in the freezer. I also didn't include any desserts in my meal plan. So, in the long run, maybe $230 per person is more likely.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You might think that sounds expensive, but remember, this is for 21 meals every week....no expense from eating out, no Starbucks category in the budget. Hopefully, this Nutritarian lifestyle would also see an immediate savings on medicine such as...</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Decongestants-boosted immune system, reduced dairy lowers mucous production</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Pain Relievers - lowered inflammatory response, quicker recovery from exercise or exertion, fewer headaches</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Allergy medicine - lowered inflammatory response or reduced allergic reaction (documented in Eat to Live)</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Asthma medicine - some participants have had <i>asthma</i> <i>go away</i> from this lifestyle!! </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And, of course, you need to consider future medical costs: Diabetes, Heart Surgery, Cancer Treatment...these are all VERY expensive future medical costs, and by eating according to the Nutritarian lifestyle we will dramatically lower our risk. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Just to take one ridiculous example...a few years ago Brian got a blister on his toe. It became infected with MRSA, and after several ER visits we were able to save his toe and his life. (Yes, it could have been that bad, but it turned out fine.) But cost $5000, after insurance. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If the day he got the blister he had been following the Nutritarian lifestyle and had a boosted immune system, maybe he never would have gotten the infection. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(Boy...I could really use that $5000 right now!) </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But if we extrapolate that over our lifetimes and for each of our 7 children....this "expensive" way of eating is actually going to save us ALOT of money.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So, for me, even with my very tight Single-Income, Family of Nine grocery budget...this is not a more expensive way of eating. </span></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-13112321776312503832014-10-21T08:46:00.001-07:002014-10-21T08:46:51.865-07:00What IS Detox anyway?I'm halfway through my first week on Dr. Joel Fuhrman's Nutritarian Diet. The goal of this diet is longevity...not weightloss. However, according to Dr. Fuhrman, even our scales of "normal" are skewed too high, so if you eat according to his plan you should be somewhat underweight. Yeah. We'll see.<div><br></div><div>During the first 2 to 6 weeks of eating according to his plan, most people experience detox. Detox is when your body uses all of the great nutrients you are eating to go repair your cells. The nutrients go into the cells, and the junk comes out. Detox is good! But it feels awful.</div><div><br></div><div>In order to accomplish the goal of detox, you must:</div><div>1. Eat a diet very high in plant-based nutrients, and</div><div>2. Only eat 3 meals per day. </div><div><br></div><div>This gives your body time to 1.Digest then 2.Repair. Most Americans are consuming calories all day long, so the body is in constant digestion, and never moves on to repair. (Which is why we are getting sick and feeling lousy)</div><div><br></div><div>However, this first 6 weeks of Detox can also feel lousy, because your bloodstream is being flooded with all of the junk from your cells. You have to embrace the lousy feeling, knowing that it is working in your favor.</div><div><br></div><div>So far, my Detox Symptoms have been:</div><div>-Cravings</div><div>-Fatigue</div><div>-Cramps in legs, back, and neck</div><div>-Arthritis in my hands</div><div>-Feeling bloated</div><div><br></div><div>The cramps have been so bad I thought I'm might have a touch of the flu. I slept very poorly for two nights, so last night I took a Tylenol PM for the pain and slept like a rock! All that said, this detox was not as bad as the one I did 2 years ago.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-61101664269368762532014-10-21T08:16:00.001-07:002014-10-21T08:16:27.869-07:00What's in my Kitchen?I want to start eating Nutritarian right now. Right. Now. <div><br></div><div>But our family has migrated back to the Standard American Diet over the past few months, so I needed to do a quick survey of the kitchen. Here are the results:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMHW0xLF3dHkaAqxDojajUaUCjQ9uj-Vc9bOU-UR7-Zphbvs_yVvQyBRBPthhyphenhypheng9PHP6HxdqrHAFowHMQYoaUdkv_YHrnCsA2D14LJLJXS0h0HL2wuH49WPfz_KrAKb-bDZt_gVE1KmY/s640/blogger-image-1801520799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMHW0xLF3dHkaAqxDojajUaUCjQ9uj-Vc9bOU-UR7-Zphbvs_yVvQyBRBPthhyphenhypheng9PHP6HxdqrHAFowHMQYoaUdkv_YHrnCsA2D14LJLJXS0h0HL2wuH49WPfz_KrAKb-bDZt_gVE1KmY/s640/blogger-image-1801520799.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Not too bad, all things considered. Obviously not enough greens for a truly Fuhrman-approved meal plan, but I think I can make it work until our next shopping day, which will be next Thursday (today is Friday). We might be able to pick up some mixed greens or spinach before then. Ooh, and I totally forgot to add the acorn squash! The kids have been looking forward to that as a dessert (slathered in butter and brown sugar), but I might have to steal it from them to use in our healthier menu.</div><div><br></div><div>(Just 2 of our 9 person family wants to eat Nutritarian. But I know I'll be serving more salads because that's what I'll be making. Otherwise, this time, I'm not going to force them into it. I'd rather they just be happy and let me eat in peace.)</div><div><br></div><div>Tonight I made the Brocolli Mushroom Bisque from the Eat To Live Cookbook. I had to make a few substitutions, but on the whole it wasn't bad. I added a little white pepper to give it a bit more pop. And thus, my planned dinner: BBQ pork, cheddar cheese, tortilla...became brocolli, mushroom, carrot, onion, zero salt. MUCH better!</div><div><br></div><div>Since this is the start...again...let's talk about the State of the Lindsey. Not good right now. My hands are hurting regularly with "arthritis." My weight is the highest it has ever been outside of pregnancy. And I've had ZERO energy and lots of brain fog. On the plus side, I really haven't had illnesses lately. </div><div><br></div><div>Mackenzie's brain is very foggy...extreme difficulty concentrating. She's certainly not fat, but I think she'd love to slim down in the tummy. She's very very eager to eat healthy and is already avoiding foods at school - she really wants to eat a "no artificial flavor" diet, and that can't be done with school food. So, the challenge will be getting healthy food to school. She loves salads, so maybe we can find some Fuhrman-approved dressings that she likes.</div><div><br></div><div>Tomorrow we are going to brainstorm our meals using the food in the house, and also start re-reading Eat to Live - probably jumping around and not going straight through.</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-37692725291905311952014-10-17T17:35:00.001-07:002014-10-17T17:36:54.736-07:00Starting again, againThere is a research group doing a 10 year study on Women & the Nutritarian diet, and cancer. I would love to be a part of it! How cool to have my own blood tested for propensity for cancer. How cool to have my weight and overall health tracked, and maybe to have Mackenzie join me in this ...and what if my own compliance to this not only helped my own health and taught my family healthy eating habits, but was part of the publication of data 10 years from now that prompts others to choose to eat their veggies?? <div><br></div><div>Yes, It would be so cool.</div><div><br></div><div>But it would also mean embracing the Nutritarian lifestyle, which I have only successfully done for about 3 months....for 10 years. </div><div><br></div><div>Whoa.</div><div><br></div><div>I don't know the parameters of the study, but I do know that Nutritarians don't:</div><div><br></div><div>Drink coffee - it is addictive and harmful to epithelial cells.</div><div><br></div><div>Eat any sugar - Also addictive. Also harmful in ridiculous ways.</div><div><br></div><div>Eat chocolate - See above.</div><div><br></div><div>These three. They just kill me. And also, I know that once I get out from under their grips, the Nutritarian lifestyle becomes so much easier. </div><div><br></div><div>So. I'm starting right now. I don't have much fresh food in the house, but I have beans, lentils, frozen spinach, tomatoes, oatmeal....enough to make it till payday at least.</div><div><br></div><div>And Mackenzie is on board too! We can make this our challenge!</div><div><br></div><div>I'll blog about it just for grins, and we'll see if I make it more than one meal.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-83553855785807958922014-05-10T09:15:00.001-07:002014-05-10T09:15:51.307-07:00My Day/Week/Year of No SugarI just finished reading Eve Schaub's A Year of No Sugar.<div><br></div><div>It's kind of funny, because she brings the full-full-full circle with all the health stuff I've learned in the last 2 years. </div><div><br></div><div>First I watched Dr. Lustig's Sugar: A Bitter Truth</div><div><br></div><div>Then read Potatoes over Prozac, which pushed me toward a high protien diet as opposed to a sugar-filled diet.</div><div><br></div><div>Then I saw Forks over Knives then Fat, Sick, and nearly Dead and then read China Study and Eat to Live...which of course totally reversed the high protein diet and went toward the no animal food diet...which is high in sugar.</div><div><br></div><div>Here's what I know about myself:</div><div><br></div><div>I'm a sugar addict.</div><div>I'm an overeater.</div><div>I have no self control.</div><div><br></div><div>I think the overeater piece may be related to the sugar addiction. And I think the self -control piece is related to the cravings I have due to the sugar addiction.</div><div><br></div><div>So, here's my idea.</div><div><br></div><div>I want to combine all of the "cooking with no sugar" knoweldge I've gained over the last year and a half and really cut it out totally.</div><div><br></div><div>In the process, I'll probably add back some of the cheese and milk I've cut out...partly because soy milk has added sugar.</div><div><br></div><div>Don't know how long I will do this. My current goal is a day, but if I make it to 3 days or a week...then I will want to keep going. Because I've got to kick this addiction.</div><div><br></div><div>Also not sure how strict I want to be when I'm out to eat...date night tomorrow!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Breakfast: Oatmeal with Banana and Berries</div><div>Lunch: Something with lentils and lots of spices</div><div>Dinner: Spinach salad with salsa and avocado</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-13909472286917805952014-02-11T05:11:00.001-08:002014-02-12T14:48:42.587-08:00The Balancing Act: Healthy Meals in My Home - It's been a Long, Rocky
Road, Part 2<div><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">20 Meals a Week for a Family of 9!</i></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">June 2009-present</span></div><div><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></i></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">There have been several stages in this part of the journey, even though I was making meals "from scratch."</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Bulk R Us</i></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After those 5 months in the boarding house, we found a reasonably priced duplex that seemed the perfect fit for our family. Armed with Meaghan's recipes and the knowledge I had gained, we started filling our home with ingredients and I started cooking from scratch every meal. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Hallelujah!! I thought I had "arrived"! I had finally learned how to feed my family! </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But God had more for me to learn.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">During this stage, we bought the cheapest food possible, but cut our ties to Costco and packaged food. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Instead, we went to our local restaurant supply store and bought 25 pound bags of rice, flour, brown sugar, sugar, oats, dry beans and cornmeal. We bought spices in bulk. YES! We still do this! Restaurant supply stores have spices for a mere fraction of the price of your regular grocery store. DO NOT get spices at your regular grocery store unless you have a very small family.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Feingold Revelation</i></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Oct 2009</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">By this time in our lives we had a 8 year old daughter, 6 year old daughter (Annie) , 4 year old son (Logan) , and almost 2 year old son. Annie's and Logan's behavior were terrible. Really, really terrible. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We thought we were reasonably good parents. People told us we were good parents, but at home they were just awful.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Logan had an awful temper. I had never seen a child that was SO angry so often. He would throw things, scream at people, push, kick -- all with very little provocation. When he was a bit younger I would just put him in a pack n play and let him scream until he was done. What else could I do? I was nursing a little baby and he was flailing all over the place! But now that he was older, and quite a tank, I was seriously worried that he would injure his brother or older sisters.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Annie was having extreme anxiety. Biting her arms, pulling her own hair, night terrors, sobbing constantly, perseveration (repeated movements like tapping her lips), crying constantly about clothing being uncomfortable, completely unable to deal with any amount of change, sobbing over simple homework...it was bad.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I found myself disciplining and correcting and DEALING WITH CHAOS constantly. It was exhausting, and embarassing, and totally not working. Finally I fell to my knees and begged The Lord for help. We had to change something. I also asked my Sunday School class for prayer because we needed a miracle.</span></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">In October of 2009, by happenstance on an online forum I heard about <b>the Feingold Diet</b>. In summary, some people are sensitive to the chemicals found in salicylates (not us) and artificial ingredients (that's us). We very rapidly went through our pantry and cleaned out all of the artificial ingredients, and then had to relearn what we could feed our family. My next blog post will have this entire lifechanging, prayer-answering transformation and some helpful tips.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><i>Nutrient Dense</i></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">November 2012 - present</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">In the Fall of 2012 one of my husband's relatives was diagnosed with cancer. At Thanksgiving, Brian's mom mentioned that she was avoiding all meat and dairy. I thought "How can that possibly be healthy?? Isn't dairy good for you? Don't you HAVE to eat meat to live?"</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So, I turned to the almighty internet for answers. I googled "Dairy and cancer" and inadvertently changed my life. I will also cover this journey in a future blog post. Or maybe 5.</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><i><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9fs8FSTJ8iG4byewiRsQvMPBFJ5xONk5l3tRDOzGqIY6J7pfOy8Z0ydEQppA2b2RGpPestazdrSV-dFOl0kt7iCkG07zJMuDbWbIDqeP5EzSqCA4ebuXrXCqjRb6KWVCxAP_An8x9GA/s640/blogger-image-1420673672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9fs8FSTJ8iG4byewiRsQvMPBFJ5xONk5l3tRDOzGqIY6J7pfOy8Z0ydEQppA2b2RGpPestazdrSV-dFOl0kt7iCkG07zJMuDbWbIDqeP5EzSqCA4ebuXrXCqjRb6KWVCxAP_An8x9GA/s640/blogger-image-1420673672.jpg"></a></div> A nutrient-dense meal means getting as many nutrients per calorie as possible. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is based on a Dr. Joel Furhman recipe...it has potatoes, brocolli, onions, tomatoes and is very spicy...but no salt, oil, or fat!</div><br></i></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><i>Other Future Blog Posts:</i></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Making my children eat my food :)</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Travelling as a Feingold Family</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Meal Planning and Shopping Tips</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">School Lunches, Heaven Help Us</div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-33011518198074624642014-02-11T04:52:00.001-08:002014-02-11T05:54:05.095-08:00The Balancing Act: Healthy Dinners in My Home - It's Been a Long, Rocky
Road, Part 1As I mentioned in my last blog post, I come from a long line of amazing cooks that stopped suddenly one generation short of me. <div><br></div><div>Do you remember that Sesame Street song "One of these things is not like the other?" That's me. All the women in my family are fabulous cooks...and then there's me.<div><br></div><div>For whatever reason, I came home from my honeymoon, ready to launch my new household, with 3 skills. </div><div>1. Boiling water</div><div>2. Browning meat</div><div>3. Opening cans</div><div><br></div><div>Seriously. It was really that bad. </div><div><br></div><div>So, if this is you, and you feel really overwhelmed by the idea of feeding your family homecooked meals, I have good news for you!! You can learn! </div><div><br></div><div>Here are the stages of my (currently 14 year) journey from <i>"The Kitchen is where we keep the TakeOut Menus"</i> to <i>"20 meals a week for a family of 9."</i> We still have a pizza night, for all you math people out there.</div><div><br></div><div><i>The Kitchen is where we keep the TakeOut Menus</i></div><div>Dec 30, 1999 - June 2004</div><div><br></div><div>In this stage we are eating fast food or restaurants for the majority of our meals, with occassional frozen dinners and frozen one-skillet meals. </div><div><br></div><div>In our first apartment, we had almost no cabinet space for all of our lovely dishes from the wedding, so I kept clean dishes in the dishwasher....and I didn't care! Because I didn't need a dishwasher!! Every meal came in it's own styrofoam package or a sack! I never had to clean a pot, or wash a dish.</div><div><br></div><div>I also couldn't figure out why I felt so poor. Brian and I were both working and we had no children, but the money just evaporated from the checking account. Weird.</div><div><br></div><div>(Funny story from this Stage...my inlaws came to visit me in my tiny house in Abilene when Brian and I were in college. Patty had to make the shopping list and cook at MY house. Please believe me, I really had no idea how to feed people that did not involve a broken drive-thru microphone.)</div><div><br></div><div><i>Everything in my Pantry is Square</i></div><div>July 2004 - Dec 2008</div><div><br></div><div>In this stage I realized I needed to start feeding my family food that I bought at the grocery store.</div><div><br></div><div>So, I would go get 12 boxes of Hamburger or Chicken Helper, then look on the back and see what I needed. Hmm. Eggs, Butter, 12 pounds of meat. Done!!</div><div><br></div><div>For real. I am not exaggerating. I would call Brian and say "So, Do you want Stroganoff, or Cheezy Lasagna, or TexMex Chicken?" </div><div><br></div><div>In the back of my mind, I still knew this was not normal, or the way I wished I fed my family. We would go over to other people's houses, and they never fed us Hamburger Helper. So, I would collect magazines and cookbooks and try to cook out of them, but this is how that would go...</div><div><br></div><div>I would choose a recipe.</div><div>I would look around my kitchen and realize I was 10 ingredients short.</div><div>I would go buy the ingredients.</div><div>I would have a heart attack at the $55 grocery bill for one meal!!</div><div>I would cook the $55 meal and then go back to Hamburger Helper.</div><div><br></div><div>I couldn't figure this out! Why did people say cooking at home was less expensive than fast food? Why did they say "cooking from scratch" was less expensive than frozen food? </div><div><br></div><div>By this time we had 4 small children, and we would fill our trash can every single day. Half of it was diapers, LOL! But the other half was wrappers. Individually wrapped granola bars, Individually wrapped fruit roll ups, Boxes of macaroni and cheese, Boxes of Hamburger Helper, Boxes of cookie mix, Cans of chili, Cans of Corn, wrappers and wrappers and wrappers. </div><div><br></div><div>We were creating SO MUCH TRASH! I remember thinking that half of what I brought home from Costco was wrappers and boxes. And, of course, our grocery bill was still crazy high, because when you buy 24 individually wrapped granola bars, and you have 3 toddlers, they each want 4 granola bars a day...or maybe 6. So that $250 shopping trip would last us 2 days. At least that's what it felt like.</div><div><br></div><div>(Funny story from this Stage - My fabulous Stepmom Janet gave me a huge crockpot for my birthday, and I was thinking "When will I EVER use this??" HA!! She's a really smart woman, and I had no idea what a valuable thing a humongous crockpot is!) </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSFbNo-ZKZJ7vWCUIeg6ZN7l7Z6r2HNwpeuV7h7DewB8uHLhD5lzQGQGjvDQj3mfCkFlNKp3IFiC1LQKKmeoTthG4b9xnTyth_rqbBHT3njpZfC0sH47mopBAJFlX-7T-qd_8XPEgWnQ/s640/blogger-image-14341065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSFbNo-ZKZJ7vWCUIeg6ZN7l7Z6r2HNwpeuV7h7DewB8uHLhD5lzQGQGjvDQj3mfCkFlNKp3IFiC1LQKKmeoTthG4b9xnTyth_rqbBHT3njpZfC0sH47mopBAJFlX-7T-qd_8XPEgWnQ/s640/blogger-image-14341065.jpg"></a></div>Here's my growing family - 4th of July 2005. Ages 3,1, and 5 weeks!</div><div><br></div><div><i>Enlightenment</i></div><div>Jan 2009-May 2009</div><div><br></div><div>God is so good. He knew I was struggling, and He had an ingenious solution. </div><div><br></div><div>We were way over our heads in debt and my good friend Meaghan (and her husband Chad) ran a boarding house for single women. She would only charge $400 in rent for a room, and this covered rent, electricity, cable/internet and GROCERIES!! Seriously!!</div><div><br></div><div>We were at the end of our lease, so we prayed about it, gave away as much furniture and stuff as we could, and moved into the boarding house. Brian and I stayed in one room, and our 4 children stayed in the other, and we reduced our total living expenses to $800 per month!! We were also living with Chad, Meaghan, their 3 small children, and 2 single women...plus our family of 6 makes 13! In one (large) house.</div><div><br></div><div>And for 5 months I got to watch Chad and Meaghan buy groceries and cook meals for 13 people. </div><div><br></div><div>Here's what they did, that I never did....</div><div><br></div><div>THEY BOUGHT INGREDIENTS.</div><div><br></div><div>They did not buy a cookie mix. They bought flour, and baking powder, and chocolate chips, and butter.</div><div><br></div><div>They did not buy frozen one skillet dinners. They bought celery, and peppers, and chicken, and rice and teriyaki sauce.</div><div><br></div><div>They most certainly did not buy granola bars and chips, as they had found these things disappeared FAST. Instead, they bought fruit to snack on.</div><div><br></div><div>This was my epiphany..... </div><div><br></div><div>BUY INGREDIENTS. NOT MEALS.</div><div><br></div><div>*Going back to my $55 recipes from the earlier years, I now realize it is because I had no ingredients in my house. So, if I needed a teaspoon of basil, I had to buy a $10 jar of basil. In order to cook meals at home, you much have lots of spices, lots of staple items like baking soda and flour, lots of condiments like salsa, soy sauce, and garlic, and it is very helpful to always have at least one onion in the house. ;)</div><div><br></div><div>And so, eight and a half years after my wedding, I had finally learned how to cook</div><div><i>20 Meals a Week for a Family of 9</i>....</div><div><br></div><div>but the journey wasn't over. To be continued in Part 2!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggh9WzPXUJb-8F-WJWJh76ZuBZGZ26aAs3eO7E4C5LdOmbWi2rtbpmnXxhb2Ip61T8B6fc5_mQpppXyUv1PjZnE1CDQcY8xNH0FONQkrYUGUfET6yU6KeVy_Gy3OrVYByUxgySGW10-F8/s640/blogger-image--68759393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggh9WzPXUJb-8F-WJWJh76ZuBZGZ26aAs3eO7E4C5LdOmbWi2rtbpmnXxhb2Ip61T8B6fc5_mQpppXyUv1PjZnE1CDQcY8xNH0FONQkrYUGUfET6yU6KeVy_Gy3OrVYByUxgySGW10-F8/s640/blogger-image--68759393.jpg"></a></div>Summer of 2009. Ages 7,5,4,2</div><div><i><br></i></div></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-65336370393220935022014-01-28T19:52:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:51:06.897-08:00Write the Caption!!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ds4SSlMRfck0qCquZVTm8EeutWdAlveCYf1LRjM-JPLmTNxz0nl8D9X8GM-cpDcoj0DZNuJTp6IYxsc9M6y5C_2zra88OENR7EWXP4W4IEYhJVP_AEsvViDvjnzZarfPeEJbCXC1kSg/s640/blogger-image--1000819961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ds4SSlMRfck0qCquZVTm8EeutWdAlveCYf1LRjM-JPLmTNxz0nl8D9X8GM-cpDcoj0DZNuJTp6IYxsc9M6y5C_2zra88OENR7EWXP4W4IEYhJVP_AEsvViDvjnzZarfPeEJbCXC1kSg/s640/blogger-image--1000819961.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-51075769920496991472014-01-17T15:15:00.001-08:002014-01-17T15:15:32.914-08:00"I am my Beloved's and He is Mine"<div> When I see something interesting I put it on hold, and often I do it without much thought, so that when I go to get the book I can't even remember why I was prompted to choose that particular title.</div><div>
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</div><div>So, I marched up to claim my book, and realized it was THE book. THE book I had reserved two seasons ago. THE book that I already loved without yet cracking the cover.</div><div>
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</div><div>And on THE day I was headed out of town for my first UN-Mommy-Mommy-Mommy weekend in 3 years. What timing! </div><div>
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</div><div>This is a gift that I now hold in my hands. </div><div>
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</div><div>A gift from my Beloved. </div><div>
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</div><div>Who knows me. Knows what thrills my heart.</div><div>
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</div><div>And the best part of this gift is that I did nothing to manipulate it into existence - it was His idea.</div><div>
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</div><div>And it does not expand the Kingdom...It doesn't bless my family...It doesn't enrich my marriage....all things that I ask for from my Heavenly Father...and all things I am thankful for.</div><div>
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</div><div>But this gift is Just. For. Me. </div><div><br></div><div>It has my name on it! It comes at the perfect time when I can enjoy it most. And it is just because He loves me, and not to further His own agenda.</div><div>
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</div><div>Because I am His beloved and He is a Gift Giver.</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-39079964723248257022014-01-07T20:09:00.001-08:002014-01-07T20:35:57.527-08:00The Balancing Act: Healthy Dinners in my Home - Let's Get a Few Things
Straight!You know the Duggars, right? That amazing family of 22 who live in harmony and orderliness?<div><br></div><div>Yeah. That's not me.</div><div><br></div><div>I once had an acquaintance remark: "Oh, I love large families! They are so organized!!"</div><div><br></div><div>I was too stunned to snort my drink out of my nose, so I think I just made a choking sound. But this statement deserved a hearty guffaw. I should have been <i>literally </i>rolling on the ground with laughter, and then picking daisies out of my hair.</div><div><br></div><div>I have tried hard to <i>learn</i>...but it just hasn't happened.</div><div><br></div><div>You know how Rachel Ray floats around her kitchen making jokes, sharing recipes, making OOH and AHH noises as well as incredible dishes...and absolutely NO mess.</div><div><br></div><div>Yeah. That's not me either.</div><div><br></div><div>I know it can be done. <i>I've seen it in real life</i>.</div><div><br></div><div>I have an amazing friend named Robin who would invite our family over to her home almost every Friday night. She would likewise float around the kitchen...preparing both dinner AND dessert, telling stories AND doing dishes at the same time. </div><div><br></div><div>A dirty utensil never touches her counter....She loads the dishwasher <i>as</i> she is cooking.</div><div><br></div><div><i>I would watch carefully, taking detailed notes....</i></div><div><br></div><div>Open the can</div><div>Put can opener away</div><div>Dump can in skillet with spatula</div><div>Put can in trash, wiping the trash can clean</div><div>Open dishwasher and drop spatula inside</div><div>Adjust temp for the stove</div><div><br></div><div>Measure powdered sugar into Kitchenaid food processor</div><div>Hit pulse</div><div>Open dishwasher and drop measuring cup inside.</div><div>Realize powdered sugar container is dirty.</div><div>Start rinsing it out while telling an entertaining story.</div><div>Laugh riotously while drying the canister and refilling it with another package of powdered sugar.</div><div>(She already has a new package? How did she know she needed a new package?)</div><div>(Her scissor were right where she looked for them the first time. This place is so strange)</div><div>Put the sparkling canister back in the cabinet while giving gentle instructions to the toddler underfoot.</div><div><br></div><div>Stir the main dish (open dishwasher, close dishwasher).....<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Boil more water for veggies.....Laugh riotously at the joke she just told....</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Turn on the oven for dessert....</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">By this time I've run out of paper.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">She would deliver a perfectly cooked, still hot, attractive and healthy, totally delicious meal to the table. And the kitchen behind her was spotless. Like a maid had spent an hour in there. Every. Single. Time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">No open cans. No spilled liquids on the range. No powdered sugar in her hair. No tomato sauce on the ceiling. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It was like a magical Mr. Clean vortex.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I know it was a vortex, because I tried to replicate this dance in my kitchen. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><i><br></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">This is the part where you snort your drink out of <i>your</i> nose.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div>It just ain't happenin.'</div><div><br></div><div>I'm not a very good cook.</div><div>And my timing is perfectly awful. </div><div>My cooking is mushy or undercooked, burnt or stuck to the pan. </div><div><br></div><div>And my kitchen is not Rachel Ray's or Robin's.</div><div><br></div><div>More along the lines of... Elmo? The Guy on Dirty Jobs? Mr. Wizard during the volcano episode?</div><div><br></div><div>So, why in the world am I starting a series about How I Feed my Family?</div><div><br></div><div>Well, it's mostly because I have put a whole lot of thought into making a menu, preparing a shopping list, learning about nutrition, and putting meals in front of <i>very </i>discerning and vocal young palates. </div><div><br></div><div>I have scoured the internet for ways to feed my family tasty food despite myself. </div><div><br></div><div>I have tried every trick to fool my husband into eating something green.</div><div><br></div><div>And I've tried to reduce the grocery budget in every way possible. (Except canning. See above.)</div><div><br></div><div>And every once-in-a-while a friend will ask me to share what works in my family.....and so I end up sending them 47 links and last week's shopping list and she starts to look like a deer in headlights.</div><div><br></div><div>So, here is my attempt to put all of those years of research and burning things in one spot, so that this disorganized Mama can answer that question without scaring away any more friends!</div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYXg94eRe8BqcqFhSfcq44443_DzEjVqODAqnbC4AUsP2k2qcRGBwD2wzcuIIyIuqO6W_OesiDz310jKjB1QRsmJSy-3BNlwwxQrjMw1lAP7TjJARc6weuDsFA4rmRmf7Tricbk0dL44/s640/blogger-image-1259309384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmYXg94eRe8BqcqFhSfcq44443_DzEjVqODAqnbC4AUsP2k2qcRGBwD2wzcuIIyIuqO6W_OesiDz310jKjB1QRsmJSy-3BNlwwxQrjMw1lAP7TjJARc6weuDsFA4rmRmf7Tricbk0dL44/s640/blogger-image-1259309384.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(This is not my picture. Note how clean it looks. Clean enough to eat off of.)</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-78586628108837825982013-12-30T20:24:00.001-08:002013-12-31T10:15:22.583-08:00Caleb visits his first playground<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdCN7uu4Igg35B7RFZvbhe_k954Eqa79CCm-FSHGplfIXss_cjtrFB7_qs1WLeyGWznwChrgHq3RDdQRExDM50OHDfqjqaf7B-Y5l0a_NiV16nq-zKUnXRdTi9RspScP3AdirGC34q1c/s640/blogger-image-2104934948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdCN7uu4Igg35B7RFZvbhe_k954Eqa79CCm-FSHGplfIXss_cjtrFB7_qs1WLeyGWznwChrgHq3RDdQRExDM50OHDfqjqaf7B-Y5l0a_NiV16nq-zKUnXRdTi9RspScP3AdirGC34q1c/s640/blogger-image-2104934948.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-76066904355992208352013-12-30T10:27:00.001-08:002013-12-30T10:55:48.320-08:00My Bible verse for 2014I was really tempted yesterday to skip church. <div><br></div><div>I wasn't sick, I wasn't tired. I think part of it had to do with those few extra pounds of Christmas pudding squeezing me out of my church clothes. </div><div><br></div><div>But, I went to church. And I am so glad I did. </div><div><br></div><div>The very first song was </div><div><b>"Today is the day You have made</b></div><div><b>I will rejoice and be glad in it!" Psalm 118:24</b></div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/3lMabAXl4LmSpDfD9ptBGl">http://open.spotify.com/track/3lMabAXl4LmSpDfD9ptBGl</a></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Not a very complicated verse. In fact, it may be the very first Bible verse I ever learned as we sang on the way to church during my childhood.</div><div><br></div><div>But The Lord spoke to my heart.</div><div><br></div><div>THIS is my verse for the year. THIS is my year for living every day to the fullest.</div><div><br></div><div>And boy do I need it! </div><div><br></div><div>According to my rough calculations,</div><div><br></div><div>I was <b>pregnant</b> for 9 months of 2010</div><div> 7 months of 2011</div><div> 6 months of 2012</div><div> and</div><div> 5 months of 2013.</div><div><br></div><div>And, although I don't have dangerous pregnancies with medical complications...</div><div><br></div><div>I do sorta feel like crud. <i>I have felt like crud for 27 of the last 48 months.</i> </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>And because I already have a family to run during these pregnancies, here is what that looks like:</div><div><br></div><div>*When I have free time, I'm likely to use it reading a book or sleeping or watching a show - very low energy activities. Because energy is a precious resource, hoarded for important things like cooking dinner and doing laundry, not frivilous showers and grooming. Not cleaning the ceiling fan. Not smiling.</div><div><br></div><div>*I don't read to my children...because I might throw up on them.</div><div><br></div><div>*When friends invite me to do something I answer "Oh! That sounds wonderful! Maybe next time!"</div><div><br></div><div>*I don't invite anyone to my house ever, because while I might have lots of energy at the time I invite them, the likelihood of me being able to clean the house or go grocery shopping for the company is pretty low.</div><div><br></div><div>And the end result of all of this putting off and ignoring things that need to be done and storing up energy is that my natural bent toward <i>procrastination</i> is magnified. </div><div><br></div><div>Also, during pregnancy, while I feel like crud, I become a stoic. Nothing bothers me. Threw up 12 times today...no big deal. Peed in my pants...no big deal. Haven't had a good night's sleep in 5 years...no big deal. </div><div><br></div><div>But in doing that, I also lock down all other emotions. Found a good deal on berries...no big deal. Had a baby...no big deal. Heard a funny joke...no big deal. Family flew into town to see me...no big deal. </div><div><br></div><div>In an effort to keep the world from turning red with frustration and anger at my own limitations , I have actually turned it grey and depressing. No color. No fun. No laughter. No excitement. No anticipation. </div><div><br></div><div>SO.</div><div><br></div><div>As far as I know, there will be ZERO months of pregnancy in 2014. </div><div><br></div><div>And <i>this</i> year I am going to enjoy who I am, where I am, and who I am with TODAY.</div><div><br></div><div><b>Things I'm NOT going to say:</b></div><div><br></div><div>"We'll do that after Glory is potty-trained"</div><div><br></div><div>"I'll enjoy doing that after I lose 10 pounds"</div><div><br></div><div>"I'm going to buy new clothes once...(insert unreasonable goal)"</div><div><br></div><div>"Yes, I'm <i>planning </i>on doing that"</div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>Things I am going to do:</b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Play loud music. Because I love loud music, and I haven't played music really loud since....high school?</div><div><br></div><div>And when it is playing I'm going to dance. Because I love to dance, and my children don't know that about me.</div><div><br></div><div>Exercise ALOT. Because I LOVE exercising. I really love it. I feel amazing when everything hurts. I'm going to blame this on 10 years of ballet classes. But it's really about doing something JUST because I love it, and not for any other reason.</div><div><br></div><div>And I'm going to drink coffee with cream. No matter what Dr. Fuhrman says. So there.</div><div><br></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>Today.</b></div><div><br></div><div>That's my word for the year.</div><div><br></div><div>Because this is <i>the</i> Day.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>(I'm going to take lots of pictures, too.)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> Because...</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>THIS.</div><div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifu08QgRMAPZ8mcD1Dc0sTs3NesLYll7xRAFlUSmCryGuoph68-2OSyIPeqtuPDtm8-7Z9nRHwe3FgzxAJQYyM7tusyPqaDeR1C5_aI4aysjhTuVqtxjoMwvjrzcEWNEURnHxlE17zKaA/s640/blogger-image--1621614072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifu08QgRMAPZ8mcD1Dc0sTs3NesLYll7xRAFlUSmCryGuoph68-2OSyIPeqtuPDtm8-7Z9nRHwe3FgzxAJQYyM7tusyPqaDeR1C5_aI4aysjhTuVqtxjoMwvjrzcEWNEURnHxlE17zKaA/s640/blogger-image--1621614072.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-29451216043144082712013-12-23T10:58:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:52:32.957-08:00Did you pay your plumbing bill???I'm sure you are dying to know!<div><br></div><div>As you recall, we have been in a 90 Day Challenge from our church to give 10% of our income faithfully for 90 Days. </div><div><br></div><div>It was crazy hard, but we were making it (by God's grace), but during this time we had a plumbing issue which put $350 on the credit card. So over the last 2 weeks I have been praying and looking for a $350 check in the mail.</div><div><br></div><div>It never came. </div><div><br></div><div>The 90 Days ended and there was no check.</div><div><br></div><div>In church this week I kept praying. "Lord, the 90 Day are over. It's been wonderful. But, You know, there's this $350 bill that didn't get paid."</div><div><br></div><div>....and then The Lord reminded me that I <i>could</i> pay it!</div><div><br></div><div>You see, when I did my budget for this last paycheck, it was just unworkable. We needed to pay rent as well as several drafts coming out of our bank account. It just would not work. Then Brian reminded me that his next paycheck is coming on January 2nd. We normally pay rent on the 1st, but we called our landlords and they said the 2nd would be fine.</div><div><br></div><div>WooHoo!! So, now we had money to use! I covered the shortfall then moved the majority of it over to our savings, which has been depleted during the 90 Days. And there it was, just sitting there until The Lord reminded me that it could be used to pay the plumber. Yes!! God is Faithful!</div><div><br></div><div><b>So, after 90 Days of Giving by Faith...</b></div><div><br></div><div>- our savings is about the same as before</div><div><br></div><div>- our debt is lower than before due to regular payments</div><div><br></div><div>- God provided for all unusual expenses incurred during this time</div><div><br></div><div>- I budgeted 800% more carefully than I ever have, for 8 straight pay periods, never getting lazy.</div><div><br></div><div>- I was able to earn money during this 90 Days that I used to pay for Christmas. That's right...we paid for Christmas this year in December of <i>this</i> year. This is new for us.</div><div><br></div><div>- We won a $300 getaway at Brian's office Christmas Party. And we are going to LOVE it!!</div><div> <i>(shoutout to my amazing family who are watching our 7 less-than-docile children!)</i></div><div><br></div><div>-Brian and I had several very difficult but wonderful budgeting discussions, and for the first time..ever? we have a 5 year plan of what we hope to accomplish with our finances. </div><div><br></div><div> It even includes vacations and <i>pre planned fun</i>. What?? (This is Brian's contribution to the budget! ...Oh, and he also contributes everything on the "Income" line.)</div><div><br></div><div>-And Finally, our church and the Kingdom are our 10% richer....</div><div><br></div><div><b> And so is our faith!</b></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-31832943353035142572013-12-17T14:40:00.001-08:002013-12-17T14:40:56.730-08:00<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDE1ZUgpqAiNW2GYxX9FsmNKpUDn6m0fU_vUQR_wqrpugdt80tNuF2x5MHSvo4HvVEqhO3nw0PVX-zYFVcejgWdC2ByeLLU3GK1ncPIrO3FC9p_79lNbfEhBjhtnFPIPd02ReyiL52m8/s640/blogger-image-914377413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCDE1ZUgpqAiNW2GYxX9FsmNKpUDn6m0fU_vUQR_wqrpugdt80tNuF2x5MHSvo4HvVEqhO3nw0PVX-zYFVcejgWdC2ByeLLU3GK1ncPIrO3FC9p_79lNbfEhBjhtnFPIPd02ReyiL52m8/s640/blogger-image-914377413.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-57396362423708711582013-12-17T10:10:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:52:37.901-08:00Real Sisters Potty Train Together!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoc-XyaefnJYjeCdQxwLJpUCxgFzsFT9zYe_j-Qzod3Ht_bZ3m4DcnFOiXN6iuQDBcDhthCva7Qb9MszX0VTot2OqE3Q93_dQAW99UUdRQ5o9VtRlbrRa5FhZ__StlvG2eb1TRcBNskyk/s640/blogger-image--603507195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoc-XyaefnJYjeCdQxwLJpUCxgFzsFT9zYe_j-Qzod3Ht_bZ3m4DcnFOiXN6iuQDBcDhthCva7Qb9MszX0VTot2OqE3Q93_dQAW99UUdRQ5o9VtRlbrRa5FhZ__StlvG2eb1TRcBNskyk/s640/blogger-image--603507195.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-49973912046951549492013-12-17T10:08:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:52:49.690-08:00Mom! Caleb is playing with the toilet!!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGHSK6CmcAn-Teq6RPTeGhSXO1ent2G233_Mm1GiUWeENgJf2C8yyiljxCLBanto9Qn2ktNXMLc5cCBTMUAmWaKRmH4LXnJaMrt8UUlXGvh5XHARlW5JbTabnOGWTsTPHaq7eG0wVdLI/s640/blogger-image--871350984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGHSK6CmcAn-Teq6RPTeGhSXO1ent2G233_Mm1GiUWeENgJf2C8yyiljxCLBanto9Qn2ktNXMLc5cCBTMUAmWaKRmH4LXnJaMrt8UUlXGvh5XHARlW5JbTabnOGWTsTPHaq7eG0wVdLI/s640/blogger-image--871350984.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIUA1br-uhjUNzSye1jNcER0Kix9xpeg77LhdcPI6Q3eKebk0p5zQdPJhyphenhyphen6ChZhyO6_38KyIQoCD7vxvANXdT51ClDi_ToUHOic77qsEDVTTcULXnEYFU5ScKCDGkg79FeS3sSHuxldI/s640/blogger-image-49507479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAIUA1br-uhjUNzSye1jNcER0Kix9xpeg77LhdcPI6Q3eKebk0p5zQdPJhyphenhyphen6ChZhyO6_38KyIQoCD7vxvANXdT51ClDi_ToUHOic77qsEDVTTcULXnEYFU5ScKCDGkg79FeS3sSHuxldI/s640/blogger-image-49507479.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-85790064978862111262013-12-15T19:00:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:52:43.580-08:00Stop and Say ThanksMy Dad was sometimes embarrassing as I grew up.<div><br></div><div>I'm a bit of a stoic, so when his eyes would tear up as I left for the Homecoming Dance or he would dance and pump his arms when the Longhorns scored a touchdown, my little teenage heart would inwardly roll its eyes.</div><div><div><br></div><div>Maybe never moreso than when he would open the <i>sunroof</i> to tell God "Thank you!"</div><div><br></div><div>My brother and I would be sitting in the backseat irritating each other when he would proclaim: "Look at that sunset, Kids!" Then he would open the sunroof and say "Thank you, Lord, for that sunset. It's amazing." </div><div><br></div><div>This happened regularly. About sunsets. About lightning. About answered prayer. About pretty much anything. </div><div><br></div><div><b>Opening the sunroof to talk to God. Is that <i>really</i> necessary, Dad? You do know God can hear you if you leave the sunroof closed, right?</b></div><div><br></div><div>But really it wasn't about looking to heaven - It was more about doing something physical to stop and acknowledge God even as he drove around town and carried on with life.</div><div><br></div><div>And then today the neatest thing happened.</div><div><br></div><div>My 7 -year-old...the one who I am most concerned about right now...who seems to have the hardest heart...who is most resistant to guidance...He came up to me and said, </div><div><br></div><div>"Mommy, We need to stop <b>right now</b> and Thank God! I prayed He would help me and He did!"</div><div><br></div><div>So, we stopped and thanked God. </div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoEqX6MLB44FqIfeziNX0WhnAMyy_t0mAMrSegVo9z8wzhua8g1VmzOoUg1ct9wX9XGPzc15gZ_77K83G-cjsOqSAJ-d9YNozx9Foj41JM5A1tWNSHaV6VM21HqYeK4IxtpfMfn-LKUc/s640/blogger-image--34418571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxoEqX6MLB44FqIfeziNX0WhnAMyy_t0mAMrSegVo9z8wzhua8g1VmzOoUg1ct9wX9XGPzc15gZ_77K83G-cjsOqSAJ-d9YNozx9Foj41JM5A1tWNSHaV6VM21HqYeK4IxtpfMfn-LKUc/s640/blogger-image--34418571.jpg"></font></a></div><div><br></div><div>My son doesn't know about the goofy sunroof, but he does know to stop and acknowledge God's work in his life.</div><div><br></div><div><i><b>This is my Dad's legacy and gift to me, and now my children. </b></i></div><div><br></div><div>The Habit of Thankfulness</div></div><div><br></div><div><i>In everything give thanks, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.</i></div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-69417530723204078892013-12-13T14:16:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:52:19.258-08:00Who likes a buffet??This baby!!<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOprYGxFUDyLWYZd9j5hdWR1-KUIwqSgOI8LQ5hB4WUukNPlTg-CtuKhFF4r6Y4D4PppMEo9tdTQ7jR9snkCsiR2c97XAKsY0i1XcCrueKoJ8L8qAYNfZ5UUa8zD98ZoHQ_wY52qHz440/s640/blogger-image-1264656908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOprYGxFUDyLWYZd9j5hdWR1-KUIwqSgOI8LQ5hB4WUukNPlTg-CtuKhFF4r6Y4D4PppMEo9tdTQ7jR9snkCsiR2c97XAKsY0i1XcCrueKoJ8L8qAYNfZ5UUa8zD98ZoHQ_wY52qHz440/s640/blogger-image-1264656908.jpg"></a></div><br><div><br></div><div>Today is the day Caleb has learned to crawl to the buffet, which is under the high chair.</div><div><br></div><div>See - large pieces of fruit, carefully portioned so that he can't choke, and lovingly set under the high chair.</div><div><br></div><div>You call it bad housekeeping. I call it free immunizations!</div><div><br></div><div>Don't judge!</div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://youtu.be/kJS2x0uFR4I">http://youtu.be/kJS2x0uFR4I</a></div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-43155025491263620592013-12-11T09:45:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:51:56.817-08:00My reality checkIf I ever do a post about my wonderful laundry system, and claim to have it all together, remind me of.....<div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VYU8bqNefps61lXCNXpdRcHeHE8nxlmzsPuawbaa73L7AzaCYAeutrIeF0HxxSqiRoDFsCSVRs8z11geuccYXIbBhAruLx8ClYWRMZK0w4aLXJLbNMozZwSK4-_HFiq7DX2oNkYG8rY/s640/blogger-image-1963503731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VYU8bqNefps61lXCNXpdRcHeHE8nxlmzsPuawbaa73L7AzaCYAeutrIeF0HxxSqiRoDFsCSVRs8z11geuccYXIbBhAruLx8ClYWRMZK0w4aLXJLbNMozZwSK4-_HFiq7DX2oNkYG8rY/s640/blogger-image-1963503731.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-17036932283958465342013-12-09T18:10:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:52:25.727-08:00Girl, Get Yo Own Crib!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwek9yf1Aa4ofHBJG-0Ja9lMzpzLmrcFpYgNCA6tweF6PKY2bsv89NEyazL2t3Y4i5qYb71KipoJdk3oJAqtuQ4stCdLcRYXFMMMr1sEjiNd0yedo7DO-qEkQiqBZbsW50ihKvKR_00CA/s640/blogger-image--2137018048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwek9yf1Aa4ofHBJG-0Ja9lMzpzLmrcFpYgNCA6tweF6PKY2bsv89NEyazL2t3Y4i5qYb71KipoJdk3oJAqtuQ4stCdLcRYXFMMMr1sEjiNd0yedo7DO-qEkQiqBZbsW50ihKvKR_00CA/s640/blogger-image--2137018048.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPHPTkkimlZvZRvk0qyGQnz0UEFGvbX1diQNOzITOxtSq7NSnVDfaIHiSHmUevACLD5HITfFHsae0CpgnD81HcSpKoRCvDfbfH1nCgR5qnAtBahbJtNyP3BT7Se3LWXyuivbxxnxhAZDs/s640/blogger-image--881122619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPHPTkkimlZvZRvk0qyGQnz0UEFGvbX1diQNOzITOxtSq7NSnVDfaIHiSHmUevACLD5HITfFHsae0CpgnD81HcSpKoRCvDfbfH1nCgR5qnAtBahbJtNyP3BT7Se3LWXyuivbxxnxhAZDs/s640/blogger-image--881122619.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-28388584446827581222013-12-08T20:53:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:51:34.303-08:00Very Happy, Very Awake<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNjnbFtOmQmm0yo8NyOHLJy6WKNOj3M2NFpty2r9jmz6MWFp3oizxA1F_s2XomY05tMDHA-2jHz13VYaWxou5QDpIQg9AaZfAxXdGT6hQAz9MnohKQhkxQG-wjRH3ajI829wffNs6bJI/s640/blogger-image-2019247389.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWNjnbFtOmQmm0yo8NyOHLJy6WKNOj3M2NFpty2r9jmz6MWFp3oizxA1F_s2XomY05tMDHA-2jHz13VYaWxou5QDpIQg9AaZfAxXdGT6hQAz9MnohKQhkxQG-wjRH3ajI829wffNs6bJI/s640/blogger-image-2019247389.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-29639848971938294212013-12-07T16:56:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:51:22.671-08:00What if I stopped saying "Hurry Up?"<div><br></div><div><a href="http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/3624798">http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/3624798</a></div><div><br></div>I only have one dawdler, but oh how she taxes me. I don't think I could take "Hurry Up" out of my vocabulary. But maybe I could try for 2 days or so.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1385172034485611115.post-62183061937866207202013-12-05T16:05:00.001-08:002014-02-11T15:51:15.460-08:00Pressed down, Shaken together, and Running overAbout 75 days ago our church gave a bold challenge to the congregation: <div><b>For the next 90 days can you live on 90% of your income, giving 10% to the church and trusting God to provide and sustain you?</b><div><br></div><div>Well, with my accounting degree and my husband's math degree we had already constructed a well-thought-out budget that allows us to live comfortably on 110% of my husband's income. LOL! </div><div><br></div><div>Household finances have always been a struggle for us. But in the last 6 months they have gotten even harder. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I quit my job in March to stay at home with my 3 preschoolers...</span>Our rent increased $250 in July...I need to buy some "affordable" health care by the end of the year. So even before the church issued this challenge we were already praying desperately about our finances. God had promised to meet the needs of our family, but we weren't seeing it yet.</div><div><br></div><div>So, Brian and I looked at each other in church that morning and said "Well, why not?" </div><div><br></div><div>Now there's all sorts of tithing verses people quote, but my favorite is:</div><div><br></div><div><i><sup class="versenum" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; "> </sup><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Give, and it will come back to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap.</span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> Luke 6:38</span></i></div><div><div class="passage-scroller"><div><font color="#0000ee"><br></font></div></div></div><div>So, as we wrote that first 10% check this was echoing through my mind. "Give, and it will come back to you. Give and it will come back to you."</div><div><br></div><div><b>"Lord, if I give you this measly, paltry 10%, do You think You could find a way to please give it back? We really need it." This was the size of my faith. </b></div><div><br></div><div>So here we are at Day 75. It has felt like holding your breath for 75 days. The kids have been standing at the fridge or pantry asking "What can I eat?" and I go join them and I can't come up with anything. Well, let's see...we have mustard. Or split peas. Look, Logan! Tofu! I don't even cheerily say "But Daddy's getting paid on Thursday!" the way I used to, because there is no money in that paycheck allocated toward food.</div></div><div><br></div><div>But here we are after 75 days. We have had 3 meals a day, we have found apples on sale, we have eaten a hearty Thanksgiving and come home with leftovers. But we are $350 in the hole because of a plumbing problem that went onto the credit card. I don't know where it is going to come from, but I heartily believe God will pay that bill before the 90 Day Challenge ends. See, my faith is growing!</div><div><br></div><div>But then yesterday my beautiful, brilliant 12 year old comes home with a paper. "Look Mom! It's for paying for college! I decided I want to be a Math Teacher!" </div><div><br></div><div> My heart sank. </div><div><br></div><div>You see, despite the best of intentions, there are not 7 little college savings accounts growing at 12% a year. And as one sweet grandbaby has blossomed into 12 and simultaneously the stock market and economy have tanked, my trust in the Grandpa Joe Scholarship has faltered. So, over the last several years, when Mackenzie mentioned her desired profession, or asked how we could pay for college, my somewhat glib, and not very honest answer was: </div><div><br></div><div><b>"Well, we're just gonna have to pray about it."</b></div><div><br></div><div>And inside I felt fear, and sadness, and failure. </div><div><br></div><div>And now here she is, only 6 years away from college, joyfully sharing her new desire to be a teacher, and flapping this paper in my face - what I was sure was another Guaranteed Education Thrift Plan...if we just pay $300 a month for 18 years she'll be good to go! </div><div><br></div><div>She carefully placed the paper in front of me. And when I didn't look at it she wisely moved it to her backpack lest a toddler spill food on it. She asked me if I had signed it at least 3 times before bed. Each time the fear filled my heart. </div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>...She's never going to go to college, even if she really want to.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>....She's going to end up saddled with debt the same way we are.</i></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i>... I'd better start talking to her about how all single, rich men are in want of a wife.</i></div><div><br></div><div>And then I finally got around to looking at the paper. And then I read it again. And then I went online and read it again. Because what it is saying cannot possibly be true.</div><div><br></div><div>It seems that Washington State wants to keep their beautiful, brilliant 7th graders from leaving for California or New York upon graduation....</div><div><br></div><div>....so they provide FULL tuition and a book allowance for all middle schoolers who fall into the (low) income requirements once they graduate, as long as they don't become felons or leave to go to an out-of-state school.</div><div><br></div><div>FULL. </div><div><br></div><div>TEARS.</div><div><br></div><div>INCREDULOUS JOY.</div><div><br></div><div>I put my accounting degree to work. $15,000 per year x 4 years x 7 kids. That's $420,000.</div><div><br></div><div>I gave God 10% of (low) income and a teensy weensy bit of faith</div><div><br></div><div>...and He gave back $420,000.</div><div><br></div><div><i>Pressed down, Shaken together, and Running over, will be poured into your lap.</i></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>....I'll keep you updated on the $350 plumbing bill!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21OF8w4Mkl0fm_BZbdRc62t50f6jaBJI0z8LMyEHcXoabWHT7iSXp-IAnsvaaa8h9WUJVD4ZujaPaHbdm7nqg0om0mFagMowvFdc5v2rpSncTKglxmolHxiidHpn-gHjNSOb8Ty3j0VI/s640/blogger-image-877001957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21OF8w4Mkl0fm_BZbdRc62t50f6jaBJI0z8LMyEHcXoabWHT7iSXp-IAnsvaaa8h9WUJVD4ZujaPaHbdm7nqg0om0mFagMowvFdc5v2rpSncTKglxmolHxiidHpn-gHjNSOb8Ty3j0VI/s640/blogger-image-877001957.jpg"></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02961522164051183362noreply@blogger.com0