My comments on your comments. Part 2

You can read part 1 here.

Today, I will only do one because this one covers a lot and it will be long. Before I start, I just need to say I think it is very interesting that I hear these things from multiple people. It really proves how much the food industry has the majority of us brainwashed. I felt so empowered and proactive as I started making a conscious effort  to not let these assholes make me and my kids sick and be used in their money making game. As I started finding more like-minded people who supported and helped me find the right kinds of foods, I got stronger because the fog in my brain literally cleared. I cleansed my body of the chemicals and addictive processed crap. My body began to function the way it was meant to. I became a new person, and more of who I truly am.

This one is kind of touchy for most moms. I take it personally every time someone says these kinds of things because of my own experience (which I will share). So, my response to this subject is driven by my own passion and concern for my own children. When I hear it from others, it sparks something in me that is hard to subdue at times.

#4 “But what do I feed my kids while I am on this diet?” or “My kids won’t eat that and they’ll starve.”

Just let me get out of the way first of all that if I hear someone call this a diet one more time, I am going to freak the hell out. STOP. It just simply is not a diet. And that should answer your question about what your kids will eat. You are changing your LIFE. If it is good enough for you to eat, WHY IN THE HELL would it not be good enough for your kids? Is it okay to feed them crap just because they are getting something in their bellies? But at what cost? Does it honestly make you feel better knowing that they just got closer to getting obesity and numerous sicknesses because you were too lazy to cook them a nutritious meal? None of us have enough time in the day. None of us have enough patience every single day. None of us want to spend extra time and money to go out and buy healthy food and then prepare it all day every day. But how bad do you want you and your kids to stop being fat, unfit, unhealthy, and sick? For me, the need to feel better and do everything in my power to help my kids be healthy outweighed the want of a quick easy “meal”. The truth is there really is something to be said about taking the time to prepare nutrient rich, real food for you and your family. It is THE most loving thing you can do for you and the people you love. That is really ALL YOU HAVE TO DO. And it is NOT that hard to learn how to do after you really consider the pro’s and con’s. Part of this new lifestyle should be re-learning how to feed our bodies and souls. The number one way to do that is to prepare and have ready, real, whole, food for you and your kids. All day. Every day. You teach your kids everything they need to know about life. This should be on the top of the list, because it literally is a matter of life or death. PLEASE take this more seriously. It isn’t just a matter of easy and fast.

My son was about 20 pounds overweight when I started this change. We had just gone to the doctor for his check up, and we got the “talk” from the doctor about how he is overweight for his age. That moment was very surreal for me. And I kept picturing him in my mind as a huge fat teenager. My heart was breaking for him. And I felt helpless. My son has always been very lean growing up. He was starting puberty and in the phase right before a kid has a growth spurt so I, and our family and friends, just kept saying that that was the reason for his being fat. It would have been easy for me to just stay stupid, and pass the blame and play the victim. But, the voice in my head was screaming at me. That HONEST voice that we talked about before. I KNEW deep down, that this was all my fault. I am the one who buys his food and gives it to him. I am the one who offered him crap day in and day out. I am the one who was teaching him how to feed himself crap and how to defend it with a list of excuses. I was doing this because I was too lazy and unhealthy and ignorant to do anything different. It was harder than I could have ever thought to stand up, admit I was doing this to him, and tell him I was sorry and that we were going to fix it. I was driven by my initial motivation to get these changes started, so I ran with it. That kid jumped on board so fast, it blew my mind. All I did was change the type of food that we all ate. Within a few months he had lost over 20 pounds.

When I decided to start changing the way I ate, I refused to buy a whole separate load of groceries for the family. Instead, I started changing their favorite meals into healthy versions. I threw away trash bags full of crap. I found recipes for things that were sweet to help ease them off of the addiction. I was at the store almost every day at first trying to find everything I needed in order to make clean healthy food and pack them healthy lunches. And I did this all as I was sicker than I had ever been, going through my own withdrawal. As we all started seeing how easy it was and how much better it all actually tasted, it sparked dinner conversations about these changes and the snowball just grew from there. I love so much that now, if you ask either of my kids about the way we eat, they will tell you EVERYTHING there is to know about it. Because that has become one of the top lessons in our family.

I am so grateful for the health and wellness of my kids. I am so proud that I am doing the best that I possibly can to raise strong, smart, grounded, happy human beings. It is such a blessing to have grown within myself through that process.

I am the creepy mom that just smiles and hugs my kids at random times of the day just because seeing them healthy and happy is a constant reminder that we are winning.




For the holiday

I am, for the first time in years, excited about the holiday. I feel the warmth from hearts and lights. That fuzzy love feeling you get for a few days that builds for a few before. Reminders of what I felt as a child mixed with the appreciation and understanding of all that this day means to me.


We all go to my mom and dad’s house on Christmas day. My family and my sister’s. We eat and open presents and play games. This year my dad suggested we have tacos. We all loved the idea. We are all bringing something to add to the dinner. I am going to find a healthy bean dish. I am also making a couple of cookie recipes that I have never tried. You can see them here and here. I will take pictures and let you know how they taste and what my family thought.


I know that the fact that I have changed my life with what I put into my body will never be compromised. Even and especially on holidays. Why should it? When I celebrate life and love and my family and peace and joy….. the last thing I want to do is be killing my body with crap. I will be enjoying real whole wonderful food along with the wonderful day of joy.

I hope the same for all of you.


A place for me

I have a room in our home that I can call mine. I am free to decorate it with things for only me. When I got married and moved into a house to share, I lost that “My Room” experience. It really made me recognized the gift that my parents gave me when I lived with them. I got a room to myself and was encouraged to express myself in the decor of it. Even though they had to literally close the door at times because of my lack of cleaning skills, and my dad had to repair and paint the walls because I had left a million holes from the tacks that held my posters and magazine pages. My parents never forced me to have anything in my room that I didn’t want. They never told me to take out anything that I wanted to keep. I am so thankful for that and what it inspired inside of me.

Not having that anymore never really bothered me until recently when I started to really discover my need to be me. To personalize a space just for the interest of my desires. A place to put the things that mean something to me, and that I don’t want to share. To express myself freely. I love being able to have things surrounding me that inspire me in beautiful ways while I work, or just relax.
This is something I need and treasure in my life.

It is something that I am truly grateful for.

A gift

All of this was given to me by friends who just simply had too much. To be thought of when they were wondering who to give these to, means so much to me. Food is one of the greatest gifts. It nourishes my soul to be grateful for it. It nourishes my body. It nourishes my heart because it is grown by people with love and given to me as a gift. It feeds me in many ways.

I was going to try a new recipe with them, but my family ate almost all of them before I was able to.

And they loved every bite.


Chicken Soup

Seriously, what else is there to say. Maybe except YUM! I love the way this soup makes my belly feel satisfied and content. I based the recipe off of Susan Powter‘s recipe. I added and changed a few things, but she still deserves the credit. The cool thing about this recipe is that you cook a whole chicken, so the rest of the chicken that you don’t use in the soup can be saved for another dinner. My family never lets that happen. The chicken is so good that we all eat it as a side dish with the soup.

This is the perfect cool weather Sunday dinner for me because I can start it a few hours before dinner time and let it simmer for a long time. I love the way it makes the house smell. I love the way we can all eat when we are hungry. I love the way I have left over soup for lunch the next day.

  • Whole organic chicken
  • 2 large onions, chopped
  • 6 cloves of garlic, chopped
  • 10 carrots, chopped
  • Any other vegetable you want to put in, chopped ( have used squash and eggplant)
  • 4 of your favorite potatoes, chopped (I have used sweet and red)
  • Organic vegetable broth
  • Chicken bouillon, to taste
  • Water, to liking
  • Salt, to taste
  • Pepper, to taste

I use a huge pot big enough for the chicken and extra soup. I heat some olive oil in the bottom of the pot and cook one of the onions and garlic until the are lightly brown. Then I add enough water to fill half of the pan, keeping the heat high. I add bouillon until I like the taste. Then I dump in all of the veggies and the broth. As that heats to boiling, I rinse the chicken and salt and pepper it. When the broth and veggies are boiling, I add the chicken and bring it back to a rolling boil. If the broth is not covering the chicken I add more until it does. That boils for about 45 minutes. Then I remove the chicken and put it into a baking dish with olive oil. I add the potatoes and the other onion around the chicken. I add some salt and pepper and bake at 375 degrees for about an hour. The soup continues to simmer while the chicken cooks. When the chicken is done, I shred the meat and add it into the soup.


As the weather changes, I hope you get a chance to indulge in this whole process as well as the wonderful nourishing food. I have found that cooking healthy meals for myself and my family is about so much more than just getting food on the table. The nourishing really does start from the time I pick the food up at the store or market. I am truly grateful for that.

Big girl

Lola is just over six months old now. This is how she spent most of Easter.

I made her appointment for her to get spayed today. I am trying not to make it a bigger deal than it really is. But leaving her with strangers is going to be hard. I guess it should make me feel better to know that she will be in the glorious land of NEW PEOPLE! She runs to and loves on everyone she sees. The last time we were at the Vet, she tried to lick the doctors face off. So, like I said, it will be hard, but only for me, I am guessing.


Dea Lorea

Becoming what is

Fort? Club house? Hide out?

This is what is left of what once was something developed from a thought. From my son.

I love the history and the promise.

It reminds me of being a kid. When I thought I really could dig all the way to China. And then decided I would just like it to be deeper than I was tall. And then realizing that I couldn’t get out.

Adventures. Imagination.

I believed if I thought hard enough, I could fly. If I trusted enough when I jumped that I would float and not fall. I was disappointed every time I hit the ground hard.

I remember when fantasies started forming in my mind. I would snap back into reality after hours of being somewhere else. Those fantasies so vivid that I still remember them clearly.

I wonder what was going on inside of my son’s head when he was building this. I love that he has his own world that he can build the way he wants. He can build what his life will become.


Dea Lorea