I’ve just finished skiing for three days with Tennyson during the day and teaching 5 nights in a row at Good Earth at night. I took my camera skiing just in case I saw any movie stars, since Sundance Film Festival is going on here and sometimes we see Parker Posey or JLo or somebody. Unfortunately this photo of Ten and me is the only thing I got. I didn’t even see Bob up there (that’s what we call Robert Redford, to pretend like we know him). (Maybe I would, if I went to movies instead of skiing, but I’d rather ski!)
One thing I share with my son is that we are both easily bored, so on the long ski lifts to Back Mountain we play games like trying to sing all the ways Bruno Mars wants to die a violent martyr death for us. Or singing a Beatles song like Hey Jude with someone else’s voice. (Celine. Whitney. Tom Petty.) Or the best of all, singing Don’t Stop Believin’ at the top of our lungs, and then stopping, until someone else behind or ahead on the ski lift supplies the missing line.
Speaking of believing, in Riverdale Friday night we talked about the power of BELIEF as it was shaped by our mothers and grandmothers. Mine taught me a plant based diet with lots of raw food, so I never had a huge uphill battle to shift mindset. I spoke about how food shopping and prep has fallen to women forever, and we’ve always learned from our mothers. But now, because our mothers were taught false doctrines, we can’t look to them for answers. They were shaped by the bad habits of the culture in the 1940’s and 50’s. Processed, fatty, chemical-laden food as side dishes, and slabs of animals as main dishes. A little squishy blob of canned peas as the “vegetable.”
Our mamas didn’t know any better.
In the coming year, I hope to do more to address core beliefs and how to shift them.
I love teaching Friday night classes, because so many husbands are in attendance. See a few of them here, in photos. I said, “I love seeing the attentive, enthusiastic wives, with their husbands, whose faces say: ‘Yeah, WHAT. Don’t tell me I can’t have my Pepsi, burger, and fries.'” But I was set straight when one of the women in these photos said, “No, my husband dragged ME here!”
I love it. Other women in my classes this week brought their whole neighborhood, or their ward, or, like this darling girl to my left, Barbie, who said her story with her son’s asthma is identical to mine with Kincade–bringing her mom and friend (see photos). A reader named Justin Southwick in Ogden who has lost 45 lbs. following 12 Steps sends everyone he knows.
Tomorrow, some photos of the most singular person I’ve ever had volunteer in my class: her name is BABE and she ate fistfuls of raw green food, flat out, in record time. Juices oozing onto her sweatshirt. I don’t think this lady even NEEDS a blender. Hard core. Check in tomorrow.