This woman had very wrinkled knees and I wondered to myself with all the idiocy of a then much younger woman, why on earth she'd choose to wear shorts. That's never gonna happen to me, I vowed, I'll exercise and eat right. I now wish I had beautiful skin like Tabby, or my grandbaby Alyssa, pictured here with her sweet Tia Tabby.
What happened is I'm now just not gonna wear sorts in public. Duh, Cindy, we all wrinkle up eventually, especially field hands like me who don't wear sunscreen. I'd rather be wrinkled up than have all those chemicals seeping into the largest organ, our skin. Let my wrinkled up knees hang down to my ankles, at least I'm healthy.
Mercola writes, "One important point the research missed was that sometimes sunscreen can actually increase your risk of melanoma, especially in the Northern Hemisphere.
There are other studies showing that chronic UV (ultraviolet) light exposure may actually reduce the risk of melanoma."I've long read Dr. Mercolas' writing with intense interest, he's very radical, yet on target, and last night as Lily and I ate serious mounds of freshly picked and immediately steamed Swiss Chard with a smattering of pepper jack cheese and a large dose of Balsamic vinegar, I told Lily, "You're gonna be very glad someday that your taste buds are what they are. There's likely not another ninth grader that'd eat like you eat. Girl, they chow down at McDonalds."
"They're nuts," she replied, finishing her plate and the rest of mine, running to pop us some popcorn in olive oil on the stove, served with Nutritional Yeast and Sea Salt. Honey, that's living. That microwave crap's gonna kill us all.
Chuy loves coffee, as do I, but I despise sugar in it and have taught him to avoid it as well. Heckfire, there's none in this house anyway, so he douses his with milk. I don't even like milk anymore, such a nasty animal product, I prefer rice milk, yet contrarily I do still eat cheese.
I'm lessening it though. I mean, heck, I'll still down me some Krispy Kreme too. Not a purist.
"I hadda eat at McDonalds Saturday," CW groaned after his Six Flags trip. "It was nasty with a capital N, my stomach still hurts."
Raised as a vegetarian, he now eats meat sometimes yet he craves the beans and rice, or the whole wheat pasta dishes that many of my children initially wanna reject, because in foster care they thrived upon baloney on white bread or mac and cheese in a box.
I represent wholesome home cooked meals that unsettles them, yet every one who has grown up, returns for Mama's cooking. "Got any black beans ready?" they'll ask hungrily. "Wanna fry me up some tortillas?" I have a huge, wonderfully seasoned black cast iron skillet.
Dr. Mercola explains today about how to lose weight, something most women are hunting info about, yet it's as simple as avoiding HFCS, refined carbs and non-food items. I credit my own 82 year old, very strong mother for teaching us about garden foods, raising us on fruits and vegetables before it was cool, and for modeling hard, hard work just 'cause it makes one happy.
Sarah and I think we know so much about food, yet she's taking a certificate credit course in nutrition and learning a ton, passing it on to me. Daniel's future wife is finishing up her Master's Degree in Nutrition.
Food is fuel, it's delicious when done right, and it's so what I wanna pass on to my young'uns lest they fight a lifelong battle with their weight, a particular issue in height-challenged women like my incredibly beautiful Hispanic daughters. Gina and Yolie are each 4'10" tall.
It may seem genetically unfair that 5'6" willowy lovely Sarah can pack in the food, but what she eats is so nutrient dense.
If'n I don't soon get off my butt and hook up the irrigation to the strawberries, I'm not gonna have them to eat, but this was on my mind as I washed the dishes, and I regurgitate my thoughts in order to process 'em better.
Claudia's gorgeous daughter, Sadie, impressed me so much, she shares the story here. Like Chuy, she came out of the foster care system years ago in a challenging sibling group, now she's almost 18 years old. This is so encouraging to me.
Claudia also wrote of being unable to MAKE a kid do something.
She's a social worker, she's an adoptive parent who's been baptized by fire, gone through serious challenges and issues, knows her stuff. Good writing there, great thoughts.