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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Our Paleo Lifestyle Journey...


I have been studying nutrition for the better part of my life. My dad was a nutritionist kinda guy specializing in grains and breads. He was always concerned about the food we ate and I remember when I was in high school, and he phoned us from his lab to tell us not to ever put Nutrasweet® in our bodies. A controversial article had come across his desk and he could not wait until he got home from work to talk to us. He needed us to know right then. That was in the 1970’s and we, as a society, have discovered so much more about sugar and sugar substitutes since then. 
The year my husband and I were married, he discovered that he had diabetes. Not only did he have a genetic disposition to the condition, but his lifestyle also played a role. His body crashed and he went on insulin injections. We changed our eating habits to follow what dieticians then suggested, and within about half a year, Brent was off of insulin and controlling his blood sugar through diet and exercise. Over the years, his weight gain and loss was like a yo-yo and I began to suspect that some of the fabricated foods like margarine, Splenda® and low fat, light fare foods that we were eating, were not really food at all. It made sense to me that we should be eating food that was as natural as possible. If it came from a box or a can, I needed to know what each ingredient actually was.
We live on a farm with a garden and are able to access home grown meats, eggs and honey and for this I am grateful as it truly does make our life surrounding food, much easier. For sixteen years we have been eating mostly natural, 3rd party certified organic, free range, grass fed, sun kissed, food. And yet, my husband is back on insulin and this summer found that he was using more and more. The other puzzling thing about how diabetes works in Brent’s system, has been is high blood sugar levels in the mornings. By playing with his diet, we found that if he cut out simple carbohydrates from noon on, that it reduced his next morning’s blood sugar level but not drastically enough to make a difference throughout the day or as the days became weeks.
Enter some Paleo Creatures.
My cousin and her husband enveloped the Paleo lifestyle a couple of years ago and have not only dropped weight but also feel fabulous. Eight months ago, I began studying this phenomenon that seemed to be gaining popularity. It took me those eight months to decide whether I felt this was the right direction for everyone in our family or not. I needed us all to buy into this way of life. As I delved into the meat of living paleo, I struggled with finding answers to why there were some foods of the earth, that were not to be eaten. Using The Paleo Diet for the Athlete, by Loren Cordain, reading numerous articles for and against this way of eating, and by asking questions, I was settled with and understood more about high and low glycemic indexed foods and was ready to try it. I promised each family member that we would only try it for one month and then make a formal decision based on that month’s success or lack of, as to whether we would attempt to fully embrace this manner or not.
One month saw amazing results that we did not expect to see in such a short time.
Brent Age: 49 Steadily dropped weight each week, 8 lbs. during the first week, 5 during the next week and 10 over the next 2 weeks. He cut his insulin injections by half most meals and his morning blood sugar levels were normal.
Jillian Age: 15 Lost 7 pounds (even though she did not need to and this was most definitely not a goal nor a focus.) We’ve known since Jillian was 5 that she is lactose intolerant and, as a family gave up most dairy when she was 7. We have played around with raw milk, cheese etc. but on the Paleo Lifestyle, gave it up entirely for the month of September. Jillian remarked at how she has been living with a continual stomach ache most of her life but did not have one that month unless she chose to stray from the diet and ate something from a friend.
Max Age: 17 Lost 7 pounds and again was not necessary nor a focus. He has had the most challenging time sticking with it as he likes to go out for lunch with friends occasionally and the choice is usually a burger. At home, however, he has stuck to the regime and I, as mom, refuse to be a food bully.
The greatest results by far that will help us stick with this way of being, is that we are all so thrilled for Brent, and none of us are actually hungry. That doesn’t mean that we don’t miss some foods, we just don’t actually crave them.
It has only been one month, but that one-month, has demonstrated extraordinary results. Check back next month and I’ll report on how things are progressing for us as Paleos.
~ Ellyn

Thursday, September 6, 2012

A Thank You...


This week, my girly headed to a new school. Actually, it is high school that is now upon her. She was filled with excitement, anticipation and a little bit of nervousness for a new and wonderful time in her life and I hope that her dreams are fulfilled.
Because we live on a farm in a rural area that does not house a senior high, my children are bussed to another town for high school. Not too many years ago, we almost didn’t have an elementary or junior high school.
Sixteen years ago, when we moved to my husband’s family farm, I was expecting Jillian and received a call from a principal from a neighbouring school, informing me that my community school was about to be closed due to decreasing enrolment. He asked me if I was interested in coming to a meeting about it. My son Max was a preschooler and with a baby on the way, I could no more imagine school for them than much else that has come their way, but I chose to go to the meeting.
With a lot of hard work, determination and perseverance, the school closed for one day and was reopened the next, through another district. Each year, no one knew whether it would stay open or not but we chose, as a community, to offer as much support financially and otherwise to save and keep it.  I am in awe that we have created an amazing little country, family oriented school.
I had no idea that my children, now in grade 10 and 12, would be able to attend their local community school for the entire time that they needed to, but it happened and I am grateful.
Now, it is time to move in a different circle and support a new school as much as I supported my children’s early years school.
Thank you Mother Teresa School and the community of Halkirk for all of these fabulous years!
Mother Teresa School in Halkirk

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

We're Here Because...


“We’re here because we’re here, because we’re here because we’re here…” I first heard these words sung, by my brother, when I was a young girl.  Any of you who came up through the Boy Scout movement, will recognize this questionable war chant as well. For the better part of my life, I have allowed those words to resonate throughout my being and as I think about my life compared to that of a 50-year-old woman else where in the world, I hear them again.
Am I appreciating the resources we have and sharing my prosperity? As I think about Marianne Elliott's blogpost this past weekend, What's Ours is Ours, I am struggling to answer this immediate enquiry, which has me puzzled and dismayed.
I just finished reading A ThousandSplendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. Each time I read an astonishing story about a people who endure so much strife and yet continue to have so much to give, I begin to question my own subsistence in this abundant and lovely life of mine.
I have no answers today, only questions and so I will step into just being here and see what unfolds. How about you? Do you appreciate and share your prosperity? 
~ Ellyn


Thursday, July 12, 2012

A thank you...


If you listen closely, you can hear the trees speaking to you. At least this is what my minister Barbara has told me. She experiences it in a way that she understands. I don’t hear their voices, with my ears, but I am drawn to them, write about them and have begun to paint them.
The largest tree in our yard is a poplar that was continually mowed over by my husband’s father. Finally, he decided that it wanted to grow there and he let it be. For over ten years now, it has been one of the trees that houses my son’s and daughter’s largest tree house. The other evening, when my dad and his lady friend were walking outdoors, the tree played the most beautiful music for her. These occurrences make me smile warmly and I am grateful that she told me of its singing.  

Last evening I attended a presentation whereby I was introduced to Energy Medicine. I have worked a little bit with my own body energy but only in a very basic manner, using affirmations/prayers to focus on what is important in my life in any given moment, deep and conscious breathing so as to turn my energy from a low and slow way of being to a higher and faster way, and reading my body energy to understand more fully what is ailing me. However, Donna Eden’s readily and easily comprehensible methods and exercises were welcoming and enlightening. “EnergyMedicine awakens energies that bring vitality, joy, and enthusiasm to your life -- and greater health to your body, mind, and spirit! Balancing your energies balances your chemistry and hormones, helps you feel better, and helps you think better. And it empowers you to adapt and even flourish.” Donna Eden
Trees singing, energy medicine, what does this all mean to me right now and why am I connecting the two?
Quantum physics has revealed that everything is composed of energy and that all apparent realities are simply created by thoughts. “Like an artist painting on canvas, we choose our [colours] and images and paint the life in front of us with our thoughts and beliefs.” Lisa Lewis
Aha! Like an artist painting on canvas! 
I am a writer and when I haven’t written in a while, my throat gets sore and scratchy and I need to take my pen in hand and communicate, sometimes to others, but mostly to myself. I am trying to remember if it has been two weeks or three weeks since I wrote last. That is too long for me and so as I finished watering and pruning trees this morning, I grounded myself, breathed easily, smiled warmly and sat down to write. Thank you to the people who created the presentation and discussion last night and to the trees for encouraging me back into this writing space of mine. I am grateful for your acceptance and wisdom, because as I sit here honouring you, my throat is clear and I am ready to paint poplars, and continue healing me…
~ Ellyn

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Monarchs


The butterfly is a powerful symbol, clearly representing the process of transformation. An emblem of change, joy and colour. 
We bought my husband’s family farm, sixteen years ago and I have always been in awe of the variety and amount of butterflies that cohabitate with us. However, this is the first year that we have seen and have been inundated with monarch butterflies. We’ve had painted ladies, swallowtails, little blues and other orange and black sorts but never monarchs. I was enthralled at how many showed up last week and amazed at their size as well as their boldness. They will even take on birds.
It seems plausible that due to tornadoes south of us, and the high winds that we have experienced, that they may have been thrown off course. The problem that now befalls them is that I have never seen milkweed growing here and my friend Carrie declares that because of this, we may never see them here again. These majestic butterflies only lay their eggs on milkweed because of the plant’s poison that is emitted, which does not harm the monarch, but does discourage other animals from rummaging around it. Consequently, the monarch’s eggs stay safe.
When an animal reveals itself to me in such a profound way, I turn to author Ted Andrews, and his book, AnimalSpeak. He proclaims that when a butterfly shows up, one should make note of the issues that are present and at what stage of change one is at in regard to them. He goes on to say that butterflies remind us not to take life so seriously as they appear to dance from flower to flower.
And so I wonder…
Change is inevitable, I know this, but it does not have to be traumatic and can occur sweetly and gently like the touch of a butterfly. After all, “the butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” (Rabindranath Tagore)
~ Ellyn

Sunday, June 17, 2012

My Dad...


Even though my mother is the voice in my head, it is my father who is the ground beneath my feet. For this, I am truly grateful.
When I was a little girl, my dad had me convinced that he was a Martian. As I grew, I let this notion drop by the wayside and yet at 50 years of age, I know that if I am from Venus, my dad is definitely from Mars.
There are so many ways that I am different from my dad and so many ways that I am similar. Isn’t that the way it is with parents and their children? So cool.
Some of the things that I learned from my dad are:
·      Never go up or down the stairs empty handed.
·      Everything has a place, find it and always put it back there.
·      Be committed to everything you take on and do it well until it is finished regardless of pay or recognition.
·      Do things slowly and gently.
·      You get what you project. When he called people a pain in the a#*, he got sciatica.
·      He had great faith in me to take care of myself but taught me that he would always be at the end of a phone line and would rescue me from any situation without questions or making me defend myself.
When I was 14 years old and being in a state without any of my own money, I won a contest on the radio winning a family bucket of chicken from KFC, it was called Kentucky Fried Chicken then. I skipped school to redeem my prize so that I could gift my dad with this for his birthday. There was some miscommunication between the station and the restaurant and I never did get that prize but it began to bother me that my dad always gave me so much and I could not give him anything back. Well My Dad, my gift is my words and I hope you know how much you mean to me now, always have and forever will.
I wish that I was with you on this Father’s Day but I will see you soon when my commitments and your commitments collide.
Love
~ buddy

Dad and his Kids at the wedding of Jared & Jana in Jasper in June.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Bette


Today I said a formal good-bye to an amazing woman who lived down the road and around the bend. Bette was a tough and feisty 71-year-old lady who had such a soft and curious side. I only saw her a couple of times a year, but when I did, she and I were immediately drawn to each other, finding ourselves fully engaged in discussions about literature, computer technology or spirituality. I thought it was a unique relationship, but at the crowded and overflowing funeral today, I looked around and smiled warmly. Bette had connected with many people in the way that she had connected with me, only maybe on different topics.Wow!
In 2008, and on the day that her husband died, Bette had her final treatment for breast cancer. She fought hard and with verve booked trips, went parasailing and ziplining. She read books and lunched with ladies. She was an artist and nature lover and loved to laugh. 
Bette lived! 
Until she discovered that she had developed a rare form of leukemia and knew that it was time for her body to leave this earth.
Today, as I gazed around that hall, I noticed many young girls and women of all ages, who are utmost grateful to have known her. 
Bette, you will be missed, and I am pleased that I knew you. Thank you for making me feel that I was special.
Godspeed my friend.
~ Ellyn