My tennis team stages a DRUG INTERVENTION

My team staged a drug intervention for me, last weekend.

We participated in a tournament that, if we won it, gave us a wild-card seat at our Districts playoffs in August, without having to win our division. By Saturday at 7 p.m., I’d played three matches in less than 24 hours, and won all three. We also had three team wins. That put us in the finals match against Sports Mall, whom we have always considered our fiercest competition.

Our captain, Pam, had me slated to play singles in the final match, and she was strategizing the lineup to be able to count on 3 wins and 2 losses—I was one of the wins she needed to bank on.

I’ve been struggling with Plantar Fasciitis for over a year. It went away for a few months in the winter, but when I’m playing tennis almost daily, it comes back, and it HURTS.

Plus two of my toes were banged up and bleeding, with a nail threatening to fall off, from so much high-impact in the summer heat, in the same shoes. My bloody sock was draped over my armrest, and I was sitting there icing my foot after the 3rd match, when the little army of my 7 teammates confronted me.

Them: We want you to take these. [They point at 4 Ibuprofen they’ve laid out on the table.]

Me, laughing: You guys, I never take drugs. If I take those, I’ll probably have to go curl up in the corner of the court and sleep it off. Or it might make me loopy. Or something. Who knows.

Them, sternly, hands on hips: Take TWO then.

Me: [long pause] All right, okay, how about this: I’ll take ONE!

So I did. I won my singles match easily, in two sets, as darkness fell, and my team pulled out the 3 wins that we needed to take the tournament and go to Districts.

I guess I’m not that extreme even though I don’t have any Advil or Tylenol in my house. There’s a time and a place. Like, when you’re being pressured by a bunch of mom-athletes ganged up on you with their hands on their hips! You’ve heard of “interventions” to get someone to STOP taking drugs? I wonder if what happened last weekend is the first time an intervention has been staged to make someone TAKE them!

The photo is of the four of us who played every match and didn’t lose any: Shelli, Meagan, Pam, and me. GO TEAM!

Happy Mother’s Day! on prenatal vitamins……

Mothers do the greatest work in the world! On this day, I’d like to say how thankful I am that Kincade, Emma, Mary Elizabeth, and Tennyson made me a mom, starting nearly 18 years ago. I love you guys so much.

And thank you to anyone who reads this blog who does that work every day. It’s hard work and sometimes it feels thankless. But there is nothing else like it–in its highs and lows and its impact on human beings and the world.

If you’re a mom, or if you might be someday, or if you participate in nurturing others, I honor you every day, and especially today!

Here’s an email I got this week about PRENATAL VITAMINS, from Sashleigha:

Dear GreenSmoothieGirl:

My doctor prescribed prenatals . These are the “other ingredients”:

hypromellose, beeswax, pyridoxine HCI, Zinc oxide, magnesium oxide, d-calcium, pantothenate, microcrystalline cellulose, cupric oxide, thiamin mononitrate, dibasic calcium phosphate, titanium dioxide, FD and C Red #40, shellac, and cyanocobalamin.

What should I take?

Answer:  Zinc oxide? They put it in paint, batteries, batteries, and plastics, because it’s insoluble in water. Shellac? That’s paint/glue! Titanium dioxide has been classified as a carcinogen if you breathe it, proven to cause lung cancer in rats, so perhaps eating it isn’t a good idea?

Red dye #40? Pull up the Materials Safety and Data Sheet on it. This is just part of what it says: “Harmful if swallowed, symptoms may include nausea, vomiting, pain and diarrhea. May cause central nervous system depression; liver and kidney damage based on animal data. Use of this product may aggravate preexisting skin, eye, and respiratory disorders including asthma and dermatitis. Causes skin and eye irritation: symptoms may include pain, redness, and swelling.”

I am so frustrated by medical doctors telling people to eat those synthetic pills. At a minimum, please don’t take the iron pills they sell in pharmacies. That form of iron is not useable by the body, and it will make you constipated.

Food is the best prenatal. All of the nutrients that are found, in synthetic form, in those pills, are found in natural form your body can use in greens, vegetables, and fruits. Also seeds, nuts, legumes, and whole grains (especially sprouted).   If you must take a vitamin (probably a good idea to avoid falling below minimum thresholds, if you’re eating the S.A.D.), at least get a brand at your health food store, not in the pharmacy.

Dear GreenSmoothieGirl: p.s. I was totally blown away by your email! Not only that, I decided to open one of them up and squeeze out what I thought would be powder.  I got a dark sludge that smelled like foul fish!!! THAT’S recommended to go in my body to harbor a healthy place for a potential fetus?! NO THANK YOU! I was so ANGRY!

-Sash

Who you gonna call, Part V top-secret advice!

So I just wrecked the pedestal underneath the Fat Diet Docs and celebs, the personal trainers, the network marketers’ pills, potions, and juices, and the blood type and metabolic typing docs.

I hope you’re not feeling without answers.   Moms write me and tell me they read about nutrition and go to bed in tears because of all the complexity and confusion, and that’s heartbreaking.   Who can blame them?   There is no subject wherein the most educated among us are more confused than the field of WHAT TO EAT.

But answers are usually easy and pure.   Remember the Biblical story of the man Jesus told to go and wash his eyes in the river?   The man cost himself a cure because it was too simple.  In an age of technology, complexity, and an excess of information and opinion, we expect the answers to be hard.   But the answers, when it comes to what fuel to put in our body, are so simple that they’re (ironically) hard for a modern mind to comprehend!

It’s hard, I know, to let go of the idea that you have to eat a bunch of pills every day. The calcium! The fish oil! The hair-growth formula! It’s endless, and it’s just a variation on the drug approach to health, really.  Here’s the secret:  

Eat simple food that grows in the dirt.   Wash it first.   Cook it as little as possible.   Drink lots of clean water.

An orange is better than a two-ounce drink of magic juice (pasteurized, in a really sweet-lookin’ bottle that costs $30) from the tip-top of a mountain range some peasants climbed barefoot to harvest, in a remote part of a country you’ve never heard of.   If you are going to pay for foods not quite in their original form, as much as possible, make sure they’re

not heated above 100 degrees

not changed, concentrated, or adulterated in any way

devoid of chemicals, sweeteners, and fillers

That makes  a rather short list of things that are worth your hard-earned money.