Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Good article on Nutrition over Medicine

Another good article on food for health:-) I don't 100% agree with everything stated in this article but I agree 100% with the idea of using a proper diet as prevention to disease and I have also personally seen its benefit in the treatment of various diseases. I also agree with the idea of treating the source not just the symptom and I do believe the food we eat is a critical part of that. Over all a great article.

Nutrition over Medicine: Why Diet is Most Important

Written by Jesse Richardson on May 21, 2011 

Organic ProduceIdeally, there should be no doctors in the world. It’s one of those careers we should be working on putting out of business. However, we continue to see more and more people with cardiovascular disease and other chronic diseases. Diabetes is growing, as is autism and food borne illnesses. Naturally, we turn to these doctors for guidance.
But does medicine always offer us the best solution?

The Problem with Medicine

Although medicine provides us with a number innovative solutions, it is the position of this writer that a proper diet is optimal in preventing and combating disease. It’s long been determined: cardiovascular disease, obesity, and other diseases that stem from them are primarily influenced by lifestyle. Unhealthy eating habits, inability to deal with stress, and a lack of sleep all contribute to severe health problems.
Unfortunately, more often than not, medicine does not address this as a lifestyle issue. Instead, we spend billions a year on bypass surgeries. Even more is spent on pharmaceuticals.
It seems modern medicine follows the principle of “one drug, one disease.” When it comes down to it, doctors will often offer a drug to combat one specific disease. As argued by Dr. Dan Rogers, M.D, NMD, conventional medicine “misses the boat… with the chronic problems…They do nothing to change the reason why the patient got the disease in the first place. Basically, they treat symptoms.”
And it seems most people are satisfied.
Roughly 25 percent of all commercials in the nation are drug commercials, and for good reason. American culture accepts the above notion of a pill for every ill. In fact, we haven’t made that much progress in the ways of prevention or cures. For example, even after Nixon declared “war on cancer,” some 40 years later we’re still seeing a steady increase in rate of cancer per 100,000.
Clearly, the pharmaceutical status quo isn’t working. But as some have raised, that may be half-intentional. While companies certainly don’t want people dying, keeping them on medication as long as possible is ideal for profits and shareholders. Avoiding prevention and providing temporary remedies is more profitable than ensuring healthy people.
Perhaps there’s just no business in healthy people.

The Benefits of Food

Moving against the grain, we need to make nutrition the primary form of prevention in the United States for chronic and degenerative diseases – not drugs. Fresh, organic foods provide our bodies with the nutrients they need to prevent and combat diseases.

Going Green, Organic, and Raw

Not only does organic food protect us from GMOs, pesticides, and artificial fertilizers, but they also provide us with accessible, living nutrients. Eating a piece of toast in the morning with  cup of tea, maybe having a nice roll or meat and cheese sandwich for lunch, and closing the day off with steak and potatoes means you’re going to be extremely deficient in nutrients.
Instead, we should aim at eating raw foods as over half of our meals. We should likewise aim at eating more vegetables and fruits that meats and cheeses.
Why the emphasis on green?
When we cook foods, we lose the nutrients and beneficial enzymes they naturally contain – sometimes by about 40 percent. Further, when we start with foods like steak – which take an incredible amount of energy to digest – we are putting our body through stress. Consider the difference in bodily work when you get protein through spirulina (which can be consumed in water) to an 8 oz steak.
Not only do vegetables and fruits contain more nutrients, then, but they also contain more bio-accessible nutrients.

So, No Drugs?

While there are many superior benefits in having a rich diet laden with raw foods, that’s not to say drugs and medicine are totally useless. Medicine provides great services for such things as trauma care and infant survivability; however, when it comes to disease, the primary formalized approach is care – not prevention.
That being said, don’t discount Western medicine as a hoax. It’s simple an approach of treatment vs. prevention. In some cases, you really only can treat the disease. However, while you’re young and conscious, start making choices the promote the prevention of lifestyle diseases like obesity! Eat green!

Dr. Berka’s Comment

“Let thy food be thy medicine” –  Hippocrates.
And as it is said, it is so.
Food is the fuel and life force that sustains and maintains the structure and function of our body.  If we are eating well, drinking well, thinking well, sleeping well, and eliminating well, we will be well.  But let’s not throw the baby out with the bath water.  Modern medicine is vital in for acute care.  But falls short (time and time again) in a chronic care scenario.  Chronic illness must be addressed by treating the “root cause” not by suppressing symptoms.  And to end with a quote by Thomas Edison in 1903: 
Nineteen hundred and three will bring great advances in surgery, in the study of bacteria, in the knowledge of the cause and prevention of disease. Medicine is played out. Every new discovery of bacteria shows us all the more convincingly that we have been wrong and that the million tons of stuff we have taken was all useless.
The doctor of the future will give no medicine, but will instruct his patient in the care of the human frame, in diet and in the cause and prevention of disease. They may even discover the germ of old age. I don’t predict it, but it might be by the sacrifice of animal life human life could be prolonged.
Surgery, diet, antiseptics — these three are the vital things of the future in preserving the health of humanity. There were never so many able, active minds at work on the problems of diseases as now, and all their discoveries are tending to the simple truth — that you can’t improve on nature.”

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Guten free, Corn free, milk free, egg free bread recipe!

We have so many allergies in our family that it is hard to find a good bread. J has gluten allergies. R has corn, dairy and egg allergies. Because most gluten free breads use corn flour as a substitute this has been a big pain for me. I also care about having a good quality bread to eat. So for years now we've been making our own bread- two different breads. Like life isn't complicated enough to be juggling bread? hahaha:-) Last month I came across this bread recipe.  I LOVE IT! I thought I couldn't be the only one "juggling" bread at home, so I decided to share the recipe:-) I'll include the link to the original recipe but I'll paste the recipe with the changes that I've made to it to fit my family's needs below.

Large Bowl

2 and 1/8 cups brown rice flour
1 cup of potato starch
1/4 cup of tapioca flour
3 tsp of guar gum or xanthum gum. (If corn-free, use guar gum)
1 and 1/2 tsp sea salt
1/4 cup ground flax seed meal
1/4 cup sugar
Mix all the ingredients together.

Medium Bowl

3 eggs (I use the equivalent of ENERG egg replacer)
1/4 cup of olive oil
1 cup almond milk
Mix together

Small Bowl
1 tbsp of gluten-free, corn-free yeast
1 tbsp of white sugar
1 cup of warm water
Mix together and let proof until foam begins to develop.

Get your bread maker pan and insert the mixing paddle into the bottom. Put the contents from the medium bowl in first, followed by the contents of the large bowl, then the contents of the small bowl on top. Put the pan into bread maker and cook at white, medium, rapid cycle. Bake and enjoy!*

  *I should say that when I made this in my bread machine, it spilled over the top of the bread pan (I don't know if it happened when it was rising or baking) causing a huge mess inside of my bread machine and filled my house with smoke! I have no idea why. We have a 2lb bread machine. So I don't use the bread machine. I mix the three bowls together and then dump the ingredients into a bread pan. I let it rise for about an hour. Then I bake it at 350 for about 45 minutes (or until it is nice a golden brown and the tooth pick comes out clean)

It tastes great! And my whole family can eat it:-)

Monday, May 16, 2011

Gordon B. Hinckley quote

"Faith in something greater than ourselves enables us to do what we have said we'll do, to press forward when we are tired or hurt or afraid, to keep going when the challenge seems overwhelming and the course is entirely uncertain."
Gordon B. Hinckley

Friday, May 13, 2011

The woman with the walker

       You know that woman that would walk six miles around the track Saturday afternoons and stop, not because she was tired, but because it was getting late and she had other things to do? Well, I used to be that woman. Then we brought home our two boys. Their issues and behaviors were such that I couldn’t leave home much. Bringing them with me didn’t work either. Their issues were… extreme. We tried different things but the reality was that I became less and less physically active while at the same time I became busier than I could have ever imagined. We pulled them out of public school because nothing else was working. Things reached a climax of “horror” and difficulty a few years ago. My life was such that I spent my entire day pulling guard duty. I sat in the dining room making sure school work was done or I was in the livingroom trying to get NR therapy done. All day long. I couldn’t tell you what I did that day. I didn’t have anything to show. The house was mess, I was unshowered, dinner often wasn’t cooked… but I was exhausted. Have you ever spent the entire day trying to keep a child from tearing the flesh off of his own arm with his teeth while he threw himself off of furniture head first and you had to be there to catch him so he wouldn’t have to go to the hospital? All the while trying to avoid being spit on, kicked in the stomach…
I know there are many people, probably most people, that have no idea what it is like to parent a child, let alone more than one, with such extreme behavioral issues. You probably think that I’m exaggerating. You must be thinking, “Surely not every day was like that….” But then there are those parents that are reading this blog and they know. They painfully know that I am not exaggerating. We have a sort of bond, like soldiers that return from war. You few, you know my reality. 
        So for years I sat. Literally. Therapist after therapist telling me "They MUST be in line-of-sight supervision at all times.” And the sad reality was that they really did need to be in line-of-sight at all times. Personal bathroom breaks meant fires being started while they played with the gas stove etc. So I sat and watched. When they were asleep, that is when I cleaned house, made rice for the next days’ dinner. Mostly that is when I researched therapeutic approaches. I didn't get much sleep. One thing I can say, I probably eat healthier than most people I know. It was the one thing that I could control. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sons. Very few people knew what we were going through. But those that did often suggested that we disrupted our adoptions. I hated the question, “Do you regret adopting them?” It felt so poisonous. Poisonous questions. However, my efforts have paid off. They have been healing. Most of that we owe to their daily NR program. Today, my boys are doing so great. We are dangerously close to having a normal family hahaha! I actually had a teacher email me today to tell me what a respectful boy my son J is. Yesterday I watched R play catch with C (she couldn’t actually catch anything but he was so patient with her,) that happened after he helped put shoes on her Barbie because she couldn’t do it herself.  The boys are still working on some issues and we still have some bad days, but for the most part- I can honestly say things have never been better. My exhaustion has paid off. My kids are healing. I’m still getting used to not having to be on 24/7 guard duty. However those years of sitting on guard duty have taken their toll on me. I look down at myself and I hardly recognize the person I see. All that stress and inactivity… I have gained weight. A lot of weight. I still feel like I am the same person that I used to be so it always surprises me when I can’t get my body to do what it used to be able to do so easily. Lately I’ve been feeling rather depressed about that. I’ve starting exercising again but frankly that depresses me even more. I hate feeling my body’s INABILITY. I exercise, but my body’s resistance depresses me, so I stop. I think about my need to exercise but for some strange reason that thought embarrasses me. I can’t quite figure out why. So lately I’ve been trying to think of how I can motivate myself. I love to work in the yard, and with the warmer weather there have been plenty of opportunities. This morning I was turning manure into my vegetable garden bed, getting it ready for planting tomorrow. With each turn of the shovel I could feel my body’s resistance. I almost felt angry at it. I was thinking about the house we used to own before this one. We had an enormous yard, many times the size of the yard we currently have. I worked that yard like a machine hahaha! We had huge gardens: vegetable gardens, herb gardens, flowers gardens, a multitude of different shrubs etc. It was constant hard work and I loved it. I’ve spent the last few years in our current house trying to get my yard to be as nice as the one I left behind. My body yells at me now though as I pull weeds and dig holes. This morning as I was working I needed to pause for a break. As I looked up, I saw her. The woman with the walker. Whenever the weather is nice she’s out walking. She is elderly and needs a walker for support. She’s always there. You can see her in the morning or evening walking her two tiny dogs that look like poodle mixes. I remember the first time I saw her I worried for her. I wondered what would happen if her dogs pulled too hard? But they have proven to be more well behaved than my dogs:-) As I stood there leaning on my shovel I watched her. She was moving slowly but kept a steady pace. I think I’ve seen her every year that we’ve lived here. Always when the weather is nice. I have no idea who she is, I’ve only seen her from a distance. I suddenly felt such a surge of admiration for that woman. If I were in her situation what would I do? I know exactly what I’d do, I’d feel sorry for myself and way too embarrassed to be seen walking every day with my walker. I felt so ashamed of myself and simultaneously so proud of her. Her ABILITY. She’s probably twice my age. I thought about her and I thought, “I bet she’s the woman that walked six miles around the track Saturday afternoons and stopped, not because she was tired, but because it was getting late and she had other things to do.” She is who I once was and can become again. She has become my motivation. I want to be her. The woman with the walker. I finished my shoveling. I found what looks like a good exercise “video” on netflix instant watch. I’ve put it on my instant watch queue. I’m going to make this body move and another 40 years from now, I’ll proudly be the woman with the walker. Still proudly making my body move.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mother's Day

 “Adoption is an unselfish, loving decision that blesses the child, birth parents, and adoptive parents in this life and throughout the eternities. We commend all those who strengthen children and families by promoting adoption.” First Presidency of the LDS Church statement, Oct. 4, 2006

Today is Mother’s Day. I had completely forgotten about it. Yesterday R complained a couple of times about feeling tired. I didn’t think much of it because he tends to stay up late at night reading. Around 9pm he looked terrible, I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. Even through his shirt I could feel he was burning up. I took his temperature and sure enough, he had a fever of 103.4. I was shocked and worried. Kevin gave him Tylenol and we sent him to bed. We checked on him often. Around 10pm his fever was down to 100.5. This morning he still had a fever of about 100. He is complaining that his throat hurts. I wonder if he has Strep. The Instacare doesn’t open until noon. So we’re waiting to take him. He’s doing okay. He is lying on the couch reading a book. The fact that it is Mother’s Day was the furthest thing from my mind. I didn’t remember until T gave me the beautiful card that she made for me. Inside of the card were “coupons” that I could use- one for her doing laundry, one for her making dinner, etc. She also wrote the sweetest note inside. After T gave me her card, the other kids gave me theirs as well. Such sweet notes.
It struck me as kind of funny really. It wasn’t too many years ago that Mother’s Day was one of the most painful days of the year for me. When you so desperately want to be a mother and can’t, you dread Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day is always made a big deal of at church. It used to be that they had all of the mothers stand in sacrament meeting and they were each given a flower. In more recent years someone finally figured out how painful that was to those that didn’t have children and wanted them, so they changed it. I think now they have all adult women stand and they are given a flower or some other token. But even that was painful; it felt like a consolation prize and all of the talks about how there are other ways to be a "mother" without actually being one, felt like salt on a wound. It got to the point where I stopped going to church on Mother’s Day. Kevin and I had been trying for years to have children. Adoption was very expensive. So for the first half of our marriage it was just the two of us. We had a lot of fun together but there’s a hole that can’t be filled by anything else when you want a child. Mother’s Day was that painful reminder that the  hole in my heart was getting bigger each year.  We began the lengthy and expensive adoption process. Things were progressing slowly. It took two years to bring our sons home. My very first Mother’s Day was the day after we arrived home from Kazakhstan. We got home Saturday evening and Mother’s Day was that very next Sunday. Kevin and I had jetlag and we were exhausted. But the boys were so excited about being in their new home that they barely slept, if at all, that first night. Instead, bright and early that Sunday morning they were bouncing on our bed and talking 90 miles a minute in Russian about how exciting everything was. My first Mother’s Day:-) Everyone knows I’m a big advocate for adoption and I make a point to talk about it all of the time. But in reality I don’t really think about it very much. My children are just my children. When I’m brushing C’s hair, teasing T about boys, helping J with his homework or laughing at R’s silly jokes, I’m not thinking about adoption. I’m just a mom doing mom things. Today I was just a mom worried about her son. I was so wrapped up in mothering my sick son that I completely forgot about Mother’s Day. The irony made me smile. I thought about all of those painful Mother’s Days. I wish I could time travel and go back to my younger self and tell her that in a few years time I’d be so wrapped up in being a mother that I won’t even remember that it is Mother’s Day. The distinction between biological and adopted children is funny to me. I’ve suffered blood, sweat and tears over my children- it doesn’t get more biological than that. I have four beautiful children that I love with all my heart. Every day is Mother’s Day.