Busy As A Honeybee

Helloooo. It's been a wild two weeks over here. I haven't been sitting around on my shrinking butt doing nothing. Mostly I've been busy freaking out because Ryan's surgery is in the morning. Adenoids out, septum straightened, you-know-what vacuumed away. In the big picture, this is so routine, a nothing surgery. But still. I mean, it's not even like he's going "under the knife" unless you count the tiny laser razor on the end of the thingie they stick in his nose. No stitches, about 90 minutes out, 2 hours in recovery, then home to sleep and ice cream. In fact, I know several people here who have had the surgery, including two people in my band. The head geezer, Barry, had it done last year.

But still. The past couple of weeks, I've literally been a human doing because if I stop and breathe, I feel deep anxiety. Like it vibrates my whole body. That is not a good thing right now. Too bad I don't drink or do drugs. I remember in the good old days how that would make time just literally disappear.

Lately, we are so sober and healthy, we experience every blessed minute. Fortunately for me, eating healthy and curing disease takes time. So much time. When I'm not reading and taking notes, I'm printing it all out and making everyone else read it. Or I'm counting out vitamins and chasing everyone down with 'em. Or squeezing fresh OJ so I can count out drops of GSE (read the reviews!) to put in it. And cooking. My back hurts from standing around in the kitchen all day. That's new for me!

Everyday I make fresh bread, then try to keep up with the demand for homemade mayo, chicken salad, egg salad, hummus, clarified butter, hard-boiled eggs, and fresh washed cold celery. Hal keeps us in brown rice and beans. Gone are pasta, canned goods, chips, processed foods, pre-cooked foods, prepared food of any kind, milk, cheese, ice cream...  The list of what we no longer eat is LONG.

The boys like to complain there's nothing to eat. But, you know, they always think there's nothing to eat if they can't find chips and ice cream.

It's true, the cupboards look bare. We have always been a Full-Pantry kitchen. I think that's been the hardest thing to get used to: looking in cabinets and seeing space. If the cabinets are over-flowing, that means a) we are prosperous, b) we won't starve and c) there's gotta be something good to eat, right? It's completely psychological... and an incredibly wasteful way to live. Looking back, I'll bet we could have supported a family in Darfur on what we've thrown away. Ouch. Yeah, I'm uh-merikan. Pity.

But we are moving on! Which is the point of this blog, frankly: moving on, from the old way of eating and living to the new way. Very exciting, a really good path to be on! And there are so many people changing their lives right now to healthier eating and living. Makes me happy because I hate being right out there on the edge alone!!! Thanks for the company.