Intention is Everything

This is a photo of my son picking a sophomore named Tate off the ground to celebrate what happened last night at Utah’s legendary Gates Field where state high school playoffs are held.

Tate told Cade, “Last night I dreamed you hit a grand slam!” He reminded Cade over and over that day, telling him, “It’s gonna happen!”

And, with his team down in the 4th inning, two outs, and the bases loaded, Cade hit his first pitch way, way over the deepest part of the center field fence. His teammates heard the infielders swearing as they jogged past them rounding the bases.

Grand Slam in Game Three of the state finals, taking his team to a 13-10 win. Also shown here are two reporters interviewing him. One for the Deseret news, wrote THIS ARTICLE.  He asked, what was the pitch like that you hit? Cade quoted his favorite movie, The Sandlot: “Low and outside, just how I like it!”

So I’ve been thinking. About the highs and lows of my son’s high school baseball career. Just weeks ago, I was sick and unable to sleep because my son was emotionally destroyed over a loss, and a small slump he was in. How I couldn’t rescue him from the hard things he has to go through in this life. Would I, if I could? It’s a really good thing I couldn’t, because those lows, and having to climb out of them, are what make him strong and charactered.

It’s scary to see your boy become a man and wonder if you’ve done everything you need to, if he has the right tools.

And I’ve been thinking, in my euphoria, how intention is everything. That cute sophomore, Tate, created an intention in my son that materialized into a Game Changer and possibly the most spectacular moment in my son’s life, given how high-stakes that game was.

I am going to create more positive intention in my life. Live from that spot. The low-lows will still come. I’ll stay there a shorter time. Tap the positives that come from expecting greatness, with more consistency.

For now, I’m grabbing my son’s white jersey to wear at Game Four at 11 a.m. today, where my boy is the starting pitcher. The moms decorate the bus and send the boys off with a bag of junk food. Last night I inoculated my boy against that, and for what faces him today, with a green smoothie AND a big glass of celery-beet-carrot juice. He knows the value of it and downed it willingly.

Thanks for indulging me in sharing this personal baseball story with you. We’ll be back to a cool video and All-Nutrition-All-The-Time around here tomorrow!

Gratitude, the magic elixir

Kristin’s on vacation all week, and I’m on vacation all next week. She left me the Perfect Suitcase as a Christmas gift. I’d been telling her I had a great one for weekends, and a giant one for 7-14 day trips. But I didn’t have one for 4-6 day trips, which most of mine are. With it was a card, detailing how she feels about our friendship. It starts out, “I’ve discovered that Gratitude is the magic elixir.”


So Thursday, I was chained to my desk because I have a lot to do and have been mostly saying NO to friends wanting to do fun things.

And I was overcome with thankfulness. It just overtook me, for no good reason!

I pushed back from my desk and said all of this out loud:

“I love my life! I love all these rows and stacks of books in my office, they’re everywhere!—because I can’t wait to read them all, even if it takes my whole life–I will never run out! I love my food, that I can eat whatever I want….while I read books if I want to.

“I am thankful for this Pumpkin Spice candle Shari gave me because it smells good. I love Baby Jesus. I love salsa. I love Enrico’s Organic Salsa that I just found at Good Earth; I want to drink it.

“I love that my kids are gone right now and I can get something done. I love Synergy Kombucha, the Multi-Green kind. I love that my job is whatever I decide it is, every day when I get up. I love that I don’t have to sell hamburgers on roller skates for a living. I love hot baths, and my heated mattress pad, and my hot sauna. And I love skiing at Sundance. I love my spiky black high-heeled boots. I love Costco.

“I love writing. I love that sometimes people read stuff I write, and write me back. I am thankful that I don’t have cancer. I love my to-do lists; I would not know what to do without them. I am thankful for grass, and that I can’t see it in the winter, which makes me appreciate it later. I love the garbage man because he makes it so we don’t get piled in garbage.”

I know this little rant was a little too food-focused, but I think it’s okay to be thankful for food. Don’t you think it’s cool that you or I could have gone on FOREVER, because there are SO many things to be thankful for?

I know Thanksgiving is past, and it’s CHRISTMAS now, but that’s what I’m feeling. Merry Christmas!!

How is doing

An internet marketing maven friend of mine wrote a report in Feb. called “[a very prominent raw-foods guru] versus GreenSmoothieGirl.” He wrote me this:

“You have higher traffic ranking than any of [Prominent Guru’s] web sites with a fraction of the name recognition. More traffic with fewer sites linking in, and you spend no money on advertising. You’re slowly and steadily nailing it.”

[Prominent Guru] has been out there for 15 years or more. I first ventured onto the internet a bit over 3 years ago with zero products to sell (I had early readers screaming about that, demanding recipes and help). I plan to keep steadily providing information in response to reader requests. I have never once accepted advertising dollars despite many offers of people who want to park their ads on my site or blog.

Google tells me lots of interesting things about my site. If you’re curious….

From Dec. 15 to Jan. 15, GSG had 70,000 visitors from 147 countries/territories. Highest traffic comes from U.S., Canada, the U.K., Australia, Germany, and New Zealand.

Search engines were sources of 52% of the traffic, other sites referred 15%, and 33% of you come here directly. The average time spent on the site is 5.23 minutes, with 3.37 pages visited. The 12 Steps program page is most visited, with almost 20,000 views. 8,141 people signed up for the newsletter in that time period. (Higher than usual. I think being in an article with Dr. Oz helped.) Three times as many people (over 7,000) searched for “green smoothie girl” than searched for “green smoothie.”

Three years ago I was a college professor/mom and knew nothing about the internet. Today I know just slightly more than nothing about the internet.

The site’s success has floored me, so when I am interviewed about it, I struggle to name the reasons. I think what it is, is that I just choose to support and nurture people, which is unusual in the nutrition space. The usual M.O. out there seems to be guilt and fear.

Someone at one of my Portland classes said that a prominent author in my space ends each chapter of one of their books with, “COOKED FOODS ARE POISON” or something. I really dislike hyperbole, hype, gimmicks, and especially negativity.

It’s easy to fall into that negative space. We could go on and on about how sugar or hot dogs or soda are killing us. I’ll touch on that occasionally, and I’m not Polyanna dancing on the Good Ship Lollipop: I’ll occasionally counteract voices out there I think are preaching false doctrine or skewing logic or common sense. I do believe in standing up for truth.

But as soon as I can, I’ll get back to the positive place. I dislike fear as a motive for anything–in parenting, in religion, in relationships, in school or career. So I like to keep it about hope and light here. New ideas. Encouragement. Sharing successes. Remembering children and families. (Not a place to beat you up about food. You’ve been doing that to YOURSELF for years. It’s not productive and I don’t want to add to it.)

I’ve always wanted to be the place where we REPLACE the bad stuff with exciting ideas and delicious recipes and thrilling health benefits my readers report. I love unique or exciting, fresh ways to look at traditional practices of nutrition.

So this would be a great time to ask you this: what support do you need that you aren’t getting? What should be next for the GreenSmoothieGirl mission to bring back a whole-foods diet and kick the Standard American Diet to the curb?

The Rest of the Story with Rich the Pharmacist. Part 2 of 2.

I don’t buy that baloney. (In more ways than one.)

If you eat hot dogs and soda on a regular basis, you’re almost certainly spending lots of money on doctor bills. Or you’re about to, as springs start to break loose in your internal box spring.

Your health insurance company is going broke, too. I may buy bulgur and quinoa and collard greens instead of hot dogs and Mountain Dew, but guess what. Mountain Dew ain’t cheap. And neither is a lot of what my reader claims is all America can afford.

Legumes and whole grains, and many vegetables and fruits, are cheap and don’t hurtle you towards cardiovascular disease and cancer and 100 different auto-immune nightmares. Let’s learn how to use them!

Maybe some aren’t ready to hear this. But what you can’t afford is to have your chest and abdomen weigh so much that it’s crushing vital organs so you can’t breathe all night and are exhausted all day. THAT is what you can’t afford. It’s crushing more than lungs. It’s just crushing, period–literally and figuratively.

It crushes vitality. Hope. Your sex life. (C-pap at night? Your partner loves that. It’s like the scene in the trailer for the recent movie where Tina Fey asks her husband, Steve Carrell, if he’s in the mood, and she then offers to remove her retainer and does so, drool everywhere. Sorry to be blunt, but obesity isn’t pretty in the bedroom, and neither are medical devices, digestive disorders, or immobility.)

Sorry for the tough love. But hot dogs just might be ruining your life.

A friend of mine in his 50’s who owns a runner’s shop and sometimes hosts my lecture saw an obese woman in the crowd as he ran past, running a marathon. He said to her, “YOU SHOULD BE OUT HERE RUNNING WITH US.”

She was shocked. (Who says that?!) They became fast friends as she snapped out of her dream fugue and decided to change her life. Join the race. Show up in his shop. She’s now a normal-weight marathon runner and I read her story in the paper, quoting my friend who said that to her and changed her life.

It can be done. It starts with a tenacious statement like Rich’s, in yesterday’s post. Read his “no holds barred” paragraph and see if it inspires you!

Watch Karen Wilbert when the first GreenSmoothieGirl Makeover film clips come out, as she cries in frustration, telling us how her friends in the neighborhood run races together, while she stares at the trees outside her window, through all four seasons. Like Rich, she’s younger than me. She hates that other people are living life while illness, loss of energy, and depression have drained her own life to a tiny slice of what she once enjoyed.

Eating M&M’s does NOT stand in for a life. What a sorry substitute. Start visualizing the price for eating cancer sticks (hot dogs–also bacon and sausage) being $200 a bite. How does it taste now?

After we completed some filming at Samantha Cornia’s today for GreenSmoothieGirl Makeover, Kels, my filmmaker, was telling me about his mom doing my 12 Steps program, in her second bout of chemotherapy against ovarian cancer. He says she’s sick of the devastation of chemotherapy, and she’s motivated and excited to try something different.

I told him to make sure she gets a juicer (in addition to her new green-smoothie-blending habit) and juice beets, carrots, celery, parsley, apples, and wheat grass in huge quantities. And I told him, “Tell your mom to visualize, as she drinks it, that beautiful, powerful, high-oxygen, high-antioxidant super-powered drink starving EVERY CANCER CELL into oblivion, exploding, obliterating them into nothing. Have her imagine the healthy cells kicking butt and taking names.”

She’ll be blasting the hell out of cancer while strengthening the muscles of her immune system. Rather than nuking everything in sight like chemo and radiation do.

David Wolfe said this, last weekend, about watching animals heal themselves–we could learn a lot from them:

“You can heal almost every condition there is by hiding, sleeping, being quiet, and not eating.”

I totally agree and suggested to Kels that his mom just eat little or nothing for a while after chemo is over, just juice and green smoothies and lots of water. Give cells and organs a chance to rest, repair, rebuild.

You, my friend, reading this:


Seattle…best day EVER!…part 3 of 3

This photo is the Rat Pack of Raw. So says Tony Ricco of HyperThrive, one of the geniuses behind our new tour.

Which is funny. Because Steve (left) is a Stanford rocket scientist by education, and a minister. I was a marriage & sex therapist and university professor. And David Wolfe was a lawyer whose parents were medical doctors.

We’re all self-taught and driven by life experience.

You can’t see snowy Mount Ranier off the side of this photo where Mr. Long Legs Brent Hauver is sitting. I keep getting asked on Facebook what I’m drinking in these photos. It’s Ormus Greens, of course! Tastes even better in a wine glass.

The SunWarrior guys had it made up, in gallon jugs, in the Party House on the lake. So I drank it whenever I wanted, which is a lot, and I got by just fine without my beloved green smoothies.

One of my favorite things about Avocado is his motto. See what his shirt says? BEST DAY EVER! Everything in his world revolves around that. At Chaco Canyon, the food was generally wonderful, but I told him one dish wasn’t my favorite. He said, “Yeah, it’s a little bit less than the Best Thing Ever.” Cracked me up. (My ex-husband used to describe something he didn’t like as, “That’s below average.” I love understatement.)

We’re going to Hawaii in September, maybe do a lecture on Kauai, Oahu, maybe one more. Do I even have any readers in Hawaii?

And this weekend I’m going to Avocado’s Longevity conference in the OC, I just decided. I’m going to take a notebook, see if I can get a drink from the firehose. You coming?

“I love my body,” part 1 of 4

Provocative title of this blog post, right?

The topic I probably spent the most time on at the Zermatt class a week ago is the special talent women have for indulging in guilt and tearing ourselves down! Where we spend our thoughts, and feelings, causes us to unite our body/mind/spirit in positive ways–-or it causes us to abuse the only body and spirit we’ll ever have. This creates a destructive cycle during the holidays (with its highest depression rates of the year) resulting in most people gaining a few pounds every year.

We only get one body. Of course, then, it follows that we should love and nurture it. Not say or do things that tear it down.

What do we abuse? Things we do not value.

What do we treat with great care? Things we value highly.

So what does that say about the cause of most of us mistreating our bodies?

I am not talking about eating a brownie now and then at a friend’s house. Preparing food for someone you love is, in many cultures, a gift, bordering on a sacrament. It’s a dicey thing to say no to food made for you! (Ask LDS missionaries about this one, some of whom come home from Latin America 20 lbs. heavier for this reason alone.) I agree with Melissa that we don’t go to our friends’ homes and demand pure adherence to some set of nutrition principles. Melissa and I agreed that we eat what we’re served, as that food was made with love and that love enriches our lives.

When I talk about abusing our bodies, I mean what we do every day: choosing toxic fuel that makes us feel ill meal after meal. At the root of habitual choices, for many, is self-loathing: a desire to distance ourselves from our body, cover it up (with baggy clothes or fat or both), pretend it doesn’t matter.

Love, you say? How can I love this body?! I have rolls around the middle, a saggy behind, all this cellulite and stretch marks, cottage cheese!

You have heard women speak this way about themselves. It’s tragic. My former husband used to say, about my stretch marks, “Please don’t speak that way about your body. Those are the scars that brought my babies into this world and those marks are beautiful to me.”

This helped me accept and even love my body. I trace those pale white lines on my hips sometimes, with my fingers, and think about that–they’re my battle scars for the best thing that’s ever happened to me: becoming a mother. My body was the vehicle for four gorgeous kids–what a miracle! It deserves respect for that. I have changed how I see those marks.

Let’s focus on them being “marks,” rather than scars-–although my scars in life have been pivotal in shaping me for good. Each scar tells a story. One on my shoulder represents my new cycling hobby–skidding across the road in Provo Canyon. One on my forehead represents my bout with chickenpox when I was 8. A cheloid scar on the back of my heel, caused by a screen door banging shut it, my kids call “the worm” because I can make it start small and grow long by flexing my foot.

Tomorrow I’m going to tell you about two women who completely changed my life and taught me to love my body even if it doesn’t look like a supermodel’s.