“Best Day Ever” stuff

I have a group of friends I play a game with called “Best Day Ever.” When something good (or bad–that you decide is Perfect in its learning opportunities!) happens—we find that moment in every day that makes it the Best Day Ever—we text each other.

It makes your day so great, looking for that funny or cool spot, and hearing about them from people you love. It’s a reminder that truth is stranger than fiction. (One day last week my BDE moment was seeing Orem High School’s boys’ track team do the Macarena on State Street, shirtless. I have no idea why. Maybe they lost a race?) Playing this game is a reminder that there are gold nuggets even in hard days. Here are a couple from last week.

Wednesday. The checkout employee at Good Earth told me I should go to a really great site called GreenSmoothieGirl.com. (Is this because I have returned to my natural hair color? Cracked me up.)

Thursday. I was walking out of BlendTec’s offices after doing some filming with their crew. This gorgeous 25-ish woman’s eyes got big and she grabbed my arm as she passed me. “Are you…..?”

I told her I am GSG, and she introduced herself:  Elona, originally from Albania. She has a 2 ½ year old son with severe asthma, and her friend Heather, the wife of BlendTec’s founder (Bev, whom I have not met), and a small group of friends sent her to my site.

She said, “We have gotten him off dairy. We’re still working on sugar.”

I said, “Know what the easiest way to do that is? Don’t have it in your home.”

That sounds hard, but once you know some good alternatives and you start filling your diet with greens, vegetables, fruits, legumes, whole grains, nuts and seeds (in that order), it’s easy.

He won’t be deprived of treats. Unfortunately they’re everywhere at church, Grama’s house, preschool, after sports events, neighborhood and family parties, and his friends’ homes. (If you’re not willing to police those sugar sources as I confess to doing when my children were younger. Now I stick to getting them to drink a big green smoothie before they go to the party, and requiring that they have a big helping of salad before they eat the other junk. And I draw the line at soda and processed meat.)

Anyway, Elona said, “Do you have two minutes that I can tell you how my life has changed since I started all this?”

She said her little one hasn’t had his constant Pulmacort spiked with Albuterol, and frequent liquid steroid prescriptions, in three weeks. A first for him! She described the doctor’s and nurses’ guilt trips, bordering on bullying….she said it’s scary because everyone around her places so much faith in doctors.

I literally got chills listening to her–took me back to that “fear spot”  of the day it became clear to me that my doctor’s authoritative statements and prescriptions to cure my extremely ill child were of little value. As I say when I speak, I became aware that the entire medical model is like Oz. We’ve built it up in our collective consciousness to be something it isn’t. It has some value. Much more limited value than what we’ve invested in it.

And it wasn’t gonna save my little boy. I was going to have to start at Square A and look for other answers.

Elona ‘s eyes filled with tears and she threw her arms around my neck. I’m so happy for her.

Drugs are an expressway to hell. I’m not saying everyone should go off them, cold turkey, immediately when they figure out that something more is needed. I’m saying that you have to go to the BOTTOM of the pyramid and deal with what’s at the root of the problem. If you’re weak, mucousy, acidic, with a beaten-down immune system, more drugs isn’t going to solve that.

Paul Leatham, my original mentor, taught me 60-80% raw. He was my beginning. Or my renaissance, since my grandmother and mother originally mentored me–but until Paul Leatham taught me the connection between my son’s illness, and nutrition, I was floundering.

Paul taught me, “If you have a swamp full of alligators, what do you do? Throw a pill in the swamp to kill the alligators? IT’S STILL A SWAMP! More alligators are gonna show up.”

You have to DRAIN THE SWAMP.

That is what we are doing. We are not putting mucous-forming foods in our mouths to burn out our tissues with acidity. We don’t want our body spending its precious energy fighting being swamped with thick goo that is a breeding ground for bacteria, virus, mold, fungus, and the waste products of all those ugly creatures.

Green food and other raw plant foods DRAIN THE SWAMP.

Off topic, Elona said this to me:

“I watch all your videos. I thought you couldn’t be older than 35. I mean, you look so amazing, for how old…..” (Her voice trailed off….)

I cracked up. “For how old I am?” I said. “Um, my English isn’t that good,” she said, weakly.

What an adorable girl. I laughed all the way home.

A tribute to the late, great Paul Leatham

If you’ve heard me speak, you’ve likely heard me refer to Paul Leatham, one of the greatest influences of my life. Shortly before I spoke in San Diego last month, I got an email that he had passed away. He was 63 and died of lingering complications from a motorcycle accident.

When my first child was extremely ill and my own life was destroyed by caring for him, being up all night, and worrying, three people told me to go see Paul.   I have a strange pattern in my life of important things happening in three’s. So the third time, I moved heaven and earth to get to Paul Leatham’s lecture immediately and implement his counsel.

I listened with great skepticism. At that moment in my life, I was fully in the throes of administering drugs to my son for his problems, trusting the doctors, and embracing Pop Culture and its dietary excesses. I had a brand new master’s degree and thought I was kind of smart. I liked science and proof, and I disliked charlatans selling stuff and making big claims.

I was also desperate. Therefore my mind opened a crack. His lecture covered many unconventional topics, but I thought about the content for weeks and it made more and more sense.

Paul Leatham wasn’t even selling anything.

He’s the one who insisted we eat a 60-80% raw, 95%+ plant-based diet. That’s what I have done since I heard him speak 16 years ago until now. It has changed my life profoundly for the good. And his work has cascaded into influence on far more than just me and my kids.

He was a self-educated iridologist and told me things about my own health that rang true, just from examining a complex system of lesions and other evidence in the irises of my eyes that correspond to body systems and organs. Every single thing he said to me was true.

For instance, he said, looking at my irises through a microscope: “Your right ovary is very weak.” (He didn’t know it, but I had recently had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, wherein my right ovary basically exploded, and I nearly bled to death before a doctor cut me open and stopped the bleeding to save my life.  I would have been dead at 27 if it weren’t for a medical doctor.)

So yes, it’s fair to say my right ovary was very weak. There was only a piece of it left.

He taught me to nurture my adrenal glands, that were burned out from stress and sugar.

He reinforced my early-in-life lessons (from my grandmother’s and uncle’s cancer) that food can heal us. It can destroy us, too. But it can be profoundly powerful in putting us back together.

I will forever be indebted to Paul Leatham. I didn’t know him well, personally, just listened to his lectures several times and followed his program. I will spend the rest of my life trying to be one-tenth the teacher he was.

I have been praying for his family (wife Wendy and 9 children). May they be blessed because of the great work that Paul did.