There's a Volcano in my Tummy!

Last year my teaching partner taught a unit to our kids called There's a Volcano in my Tummy. It was about anger management and recognizing the signs that you're going to explode and then finding socially appropriate ways to deal with your frustrations. I'm glad I was there for that unit.

Right now there are some things going on politically with teaching here in Ontario. I'm not going to pretend I know anything more than the average person about politics or legislation, however I think I'm safe in making the judgement call that what is happening is not democratic.

I've been reading the newspapers and the emails from our union. Today there was a protest at Queen's Park against the Education Minister's proposed bill that will:
"... freeze teachers’ pay — except for seniority grid movement — impose three unpaid days off, halve the number of annual sick days to 10, stop unused sick days from being banked and cashed out at retirement, and ban strikes and lockouts for two years."
There are always colourful comments after these articles, most of which bash teachers. We're lazy. We're in it for the summers off. We go in at 9:00 and are done at 3:30. That greedy pension.

The lava builds.

And then I realize that people are so focused on putting us down that they are not even noticing what is happening to unions and to democratic practice. What a clever group of people to really start with. Well played McGuinty.

Rumble.

I don't know how all of the school boards work and I will admit that I don't know my own Collective Agreement as well as I should. I cannot speak for every teacher. I don't know what it's like to teach high school or Catholic school or Kindergarten. I've taught in the junior division and I've taught Special Education, which receives a lot of slack let me tell you. "You only have 8 kids," was quite commonly thrown in my face in the past 5 years.

I'm not going to pretend I don't have rants about the frustrations of teaching as much as the next guy: there's not enough money, not enough resources, special education classes being cut, reduced support, class sizes are too big, kids are disrespectful. "Well when I was a kid..."  You know the drill; but at the heart of it, I love what I do. I take those students and make them my kids. Before having Brennan I would talk about them and people would ask just how many kids I had?! "30, 32, 8, 6..."

This is my teaching:

• I take workshops and courses and I read teacher books throughout the year and on my 'summers off'. I spend a great deal of my 'summers off' planning and going into the school to set my room up and to create...   I don't want to forget that I have the 'summer off' because I DON'T GET PAID. We are 10 month contract workers whose wages are garnished so that we cannot collect unemployment. I don't get paid for the next part either.
• I coach sports and clubs before, during, and after school, you know when I "go in at 9 and leave at 3:30." I bring marking home. And plan at home. And do report cards at home, which take a minimum of an hour each student. 3 times a year. And individual education plans for students with exceptionalities. 3 times a year. And I go to staff meetings and school fundraisers. Still unpaid. 
• I've spent incredible amounts of my own money on teaching supplies and items my students wouldn't have if I didn't buy it myself. 
• I get up at 4am to write more detailed lesson plans and email them to work in between puking when I have the flu and have to take one of my "ridiculous number of sick days". I almost forgot though, I don't deal with lice or runny noses, coughs, colds, fevers, puke, or chicken pocks. It's a good thing I'm immune to them 194 days of the year anyway.
• I am paid well but some days I'm not paid enough. I've had my life threatened. I've had things as large as desks thrown at me. I've been attacked, bit, hit, kicked, scratched, and spit on. I've had to wear protective gear for my own safety. I've been told to F-off and been called every name in the book. I know this just doesn't exist in Special Ed. I know it happens in 'regular classes' all over. I guess I'm lucky I don't work at an elementary school that has metal detectors. At school. To prevent shootings and stabbings. Where I work. Teaching isn't like it was when the bashers were growing up. It's teaching physical health and emotional health and social skills training. What to eat, self-regulation, how to zip up your coat. Sometimes it's even buying a student that winter coat and teaching her how to brush her teeth. Ya, us teachers, we've got it easy.

We do the extra that we do because we wanted to be teachers and that's what teachers who make a difference do. Because we love kids and we want to help them learn. It's not about the money, for we could have made a hell of a lot more in business. It's not for the pension because the same money they take off of our cheques toward our pension, and the College of Teachers fee, and Union dues, and benefits portions could easily go into RRSPs anyway. It's not for the summers off because we don't really take the summers off. And we don't get paid. I am not denying the great perks to our job but let's consider for a minute the fact that we went to school for a minimum of 4 years in university. Oh yes, and we are educating and caring "in loco parentis" for everyone's children 6 1/2 hours a day, 194 days a year.

Recent posts in social media compare teachers' wages and benefits to police officers and doctors and politicians. It's not really a fair comparison. We're alike in that our salaries are paid by taxes and we protect children and care for them and run their daily community. But I guess that's all I can say because I've never been a police officer or a doctor or a politician. Should everyone's wages be frozen to help wipe out the deficit? I'm not qualified to answer that. Should teachers alone be the scapegoats for the billions of dollars spent by the government? I sure don't think that's right. Should we be publicly slandered by the public and Minister of Education who should be supporting and fighting for education? I shouldn't answer that because my tummy is like a volcano and Jillian said when that happens, its time to take a break. 

Before I do though, I would like to put it out there to all the teacher bashers that you could have become a teacher if you wanted "summers off, a great pension, and a 9-3:30 job". You're also welcome to walk a day in my shoes and try to teach algebra to 34 students with different intellectual capabilities, home environments, socio-economic status, attention spans, sensory needs, emotional stability, and hormones. After that please go walk in the mile of another teacher's shoes at an elementary school in downtown Toronto, you know the one with the metal detectors. Add another 192 days of that and then come tell me how it is again that I am lazy?

What Do I Tell Him?

Unless you've been living under a rock, you've no doubt heard about the Colorado massacre during the premiere of the newest Batman movie: a devastating crime that ended 12 lives and wounded many more both physically and emotionally. Violent acts of this nature are no longer anomalies. They happen in schools, at neighbourhood BBQs, inside shopping malls, on the streets. Shootings aren’t gang-related events that only happen in the ‘ghetto’. Somehow they made themselves a home right in everyone’s backyard.

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When I was a kid I was out the door as soon as I scarfed down breakfast. I hopped on my bike and was off to collect my friends for the day's adventures. We had neighbourhood boundaries that we stayed in and we were home for supper and then again when the street lights came on, but we had free reign to play. There was a sense of security that allowed for this freedom because where we lived there were parents and neighbours and Block Parents if we needed help. No one was afraid to knock on people's doors to sell garbage bags for the school fundraiser. It wasn’t unheard of to make new friends at the park and play at their house that same day. And then the simplicity of childhood was taken from us.

I'll never forget it.

There was no hiding it and maybe events like these were always widespread by rumours and the ever-explicit media. It seemed to me at the time that this was the biggest thing to ever happen in the history of the world. We were no longer allowed out of sight of an adult. At all times. Our boundaries were confined to the end of the street and there were no more bike rides to the store with our weekly allowance. I still to this day look skeptically at large vans.

Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka’s pictures were plastered everywhere and everyone was talking about it. Educating children about Stranger Danger became the number one priority for adults. It was difficult to find someone who didn’t know someone who knew Kristen French or Leslie Mahaffy. The word abduction became all too familiar. Our world had been changed forever.

Just the same way that the Columbine shooting changed how teenagers go to school.

The way some people in Toronto will never view shopping or a BBQ the same way again.

The way James Holmes has taken the joy out of seeing a movie. And Batman.

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I think to myself, what will the world be like when Brennan is old enough to understand these things? If from my childhood I only remember 1 scary event and in Brennan’s less than 3 years of life, I can count so many horrific, tragic events that they're not even shocking anymore...I am more than concerned. He’s going to hear about them, there’s no sheltering kids anymore, especially with the internet and social media. A prime example: we were leaving the ROM the day it happened and I overheard the security guards talking about it:

“What do you mean you haven’t heard about Colorado?”

“I don’t have the internet at home.”

“Come on man, the radio? You haven’t heard anything about the shooting?”

I was at Costco today and an employee was telling the all of the gruesome details to a customer who was flipping through a Batman book.

It’s in every newspaper and on all the news channels. You can’t really escape it.

We teach our children about finding the good in people, in the greater good of humanity; the importance of forgiveness and in giving second chances; to take risks.

And then it’s no longer safe to go to school without metal detectors because it’s not enough for random strangers to be a possible threat, but now their peers are too. And a 24-year old neuroscience major. What will I say to him when he asks ‘why’?

What has happened to James Holmes to lead him to such extremes? How did society fail him to the point of becoming responsible for a massacre? I am not defending this man, but I have to believe that people are not inherently born ready to kill strangers. That there has to be some strange combination of genetics and nature (and I don’t necessarily mean just family here) that lead to such tragedy.

I remember reading about Heath Ledger after playing the role of The Joker in Batman: The Dark Knight. He had filmed half of the movie before his accidental overdose.

Ledger recently told reporters he "slept an average of two hours a night" while playing "a psychopathic, mass-murdering, schizophrenic clown with zero empathy ...

"I couldn't stop thinking. My body was exhausted, and my mind was still going."

Prescription drugs didn't help, he said.

Tony Timpone, editor of the fantasy magazine Fangoria, said the movie should do well, despite the "cloud over it" from Ledger's death.

"It's going to be tough, because the Joker is such an indelible character, and Heath was such an indelible actor. It could be tough to disassociate ourselves from reality. Because the movie looks like it's going to be so dark, and his life had such a dark end."

Articles like these often hinted at Ledger’s role as The Joker ultimately leading to his death. Will the media put the same spin on this story? With the accused apparently not talking, it leaves one to speculate doesn't it? And that sadly is what qualifies for 'good news'. Was it extreme mental illness? Drugs? A bizarre quest for fame? A case of a copy cat? Over-exposure to violence? There are endless possibilities and even if/when the answer does come out, I fear I will still not be able to explain to my beautiful, innocent son, how something like this can happen in his world. 

A Line Needs to be Drawn

So there's an upheavel in the news here about a woman who was caught sleeping in her car on her lunch break. The picture went 'viral' and the community is outraged because this woman is a police officer and her car was unlocked at the time. You can read about it here:

http://www.niagarafallsreview.ca/2012/06/18/police-officer-photographed-snoozing-in-cruiser

I read the article and my first thought was, "Oh this poor woman". After looking at the Reader's Comments, it turns out not so many people shared the same sentiment. Most are screaming 'fire her'. I believe that being a critical consumer of information is vital in today's world of social media overload. Some people don't seem to know the difference between fact and opinion anymore! With this being said, I am not interested in discussing whether she was right or wrong, whether or not she should be fired or disciplined, whether or not she was indeed taking a nap. It is not my place to decide because I don't have all of the information. And I've never been a cop. As a teacher though, I am aware of how incredibly quick the public is to judge. And they do so without all of the facts (I will take a moment to remind you all that NO, TEACHERS DO NOT GET PAID IN THE SUMMER AND NO, THEY CANNOT COLLECT UNEMPLOYMENT). Take a moment to think. With your brain. For more than the length of a commercial.

I personally don't think this picture should be allowed to circulate through the media the way it has. I understand she is a police officer and is thus a public servant, however, she is still a person. She has feelings. Family. Circumstances we do not know about. Shoes we have not filled. Who are we to make judgements on her character and professional pedigree based on a picture? A line needs to be drawn. One commenter made an excellent point, that if the group who posted the picture was only interested in just cause, then they should have sent it to the officials who needed to see it, not give it to the local papers and post it on Facebook and Twitter. Counter arguments to this statement were of course made by the people in the Canada Court Watch group as to why they chose the route they did. I was irritated.

Then it got worse. And I became infuriated when I read the first Reader's Comment:

Brianne Billet stated:

"You know, I'm sure that she was tired from her long "12 hour shifts" but has anyone ever looked at the "real" citizens that work 12 hour shifts on a daily basis to bring enough money home to support their families, then go out with their children and finish off the evening, then back to work for another 12 hours the next day? I'm so incredibly dissapointed with the NRP and its officers, there should be no reason what-so-ever for this woman to be sleeping in a patrol car, its just another reason why men are more apt for certain jobs as they can carry their exhaustion better. There is NEVER an excuse for behaviour like this. If she was that exhausted, she should have gone home for the day as she would be putting other civilians and officers in jeopardy during any calls due to the fact that she is that "exhausted" from her "12-hour shifts" that she has to sleep during her lunch break.

Lunch breaks are just for that... Lunch.

I am a Woman from St.Catharines who firmly believes that if a Woman cannot pull the same hours and the same dedication to the jobs that men have for so many years been dedicated to with their lives, then I urge the City staffers as well as the Officials to begin regulating again which jobs should and should not be able to accept female applicants. Ladies, if you cannot give the dedication you need to, go home and raise children, make a beautiful garden and take care of your husbands the way you all should all be doing."

I support freedom of speech, differing opinions, opposite beliefs. We all choose political parties and religion. Each are a major component of our society, but jeez, be respectful. Make your point but don't push your beliefs on others unless your opinion or advice is asked for. After several responses Brianne Billet went on to say:

"I have been fotunate to become blessed with 3 pregnancies, 5 children and 1 beautiful surviving girl who is exceptionally bright, I pride myself in being a stay at home mother.
To be able to be there for my child whenever or for whatever she needs from me is the most rewarding and fulfilling job that I could ever ask for.
I'm very well aware that not all women feel like I do and that's fine. But in this day in age, so many women are accused of being feminists and so on and so forth.

I'd like to know why I have to feel ashamed about my morals, and my beliefs? I firmly believe such jobs as firefighting, policing, construction work etc. would be better served by hiring male applicants only.

Over the years, I've noticed something... How many of our Grandparents, or Great-Grandparents had ever been divorced? how many of our parents had dto live in single parent homes? not many. Women in that time of our past were more docile, and content to stay at home and take care of their families, instead of "wanting more"

If you "wanted more" you shouldnt have spread your legs to procreate another life, whose independance and intellect depend on the parenting and the involvement of who else?.... their mothers; from the start of life on.

NF 2012;
I am proud of my morals, and where I keep my values and beliefs, and I will not be forced to change them just for the idea of keeping another feminist "comfortable"."

I did take a deep breath (actually about 10) and considered that it is possible that Brianne Billet may not exist. That it might not be her in the picture. Those comments could have been made by anyone. A man. A woman. An interested party who wants to stir up controversy. Who really knows. Regardless, I don't even know where to go with these statements! They are derogatory and irrelevant to the actual issue trying to be brought to light by the activists, which is likely making it 10x worse for the cop. Despite the fact that her ideals are somewhat connected to the picture, come on, really...Brianne is opening up a whole different can of worms. Feminism and woman's rights vs. a sleeping on-duty cop. Oi!

Here is the latest article:

http://www.niagarafallsreview.ca/2012/06/19/nrp-reviewing-sleeping-cop-case

With that, I will leave you to develop your own opinions if you so chose. I just hope that they are formed with a critical mind and that if you are so inclined to share them, that you do so respectfully. Otherwise I will have to continue to be concerned for the society that Brennan will be growing up in.

A Top 10 From Brennan

Top 10 Reasons Why I Love My Daddy

(a wee bit late for Father's Day)

10. He makes yummy grilled cheeses.

 9. He lets me have sugar when Mommy isn't looking.

 8. He makes fantastic forts out of couch cushions and blankets.

 7. He's silly and makes me laugh every day.

 6. He gives good hugs and kisses.

 5. He painted my room with hand-drawn balloons and clouds.

 4. He's tall enough to make me touch the sky when I fly like Superman.

 3. He buys me fancy shoes because he has expensive taste (especially for a

    toddler Mommy says).  

 2. He lets me help him do 'work' around the house with my tools.

 1. He loves me. Even during my temper tantrums :) 

When I was just born Oct. 25, 2009.

Father's Day 2010

***Uh oh...Mommy missed pictures on Father's Day 2011***

Father's Day 2012


I LOVE YOU DADDY!

Love Brennan

The Power of Choice and Chocolate

5 weeks ago tonight I read a blog post about sugar. More specifically about not eating sugar. For 5 weeks. Straight. I decided it was good motivation to kick my quickly growing crack sugar addiction. I don't do well with limiting eating by myself, I need someone who I might let down if I fail (apparently I am not good enough to be that person).

The first few days were easy with my stronger-than-steel willpower. Then it got harder. Comparable-to-pregnancy type cravings started popping up on what seemed like an hourly basis. But with each time I refused to give in, it got a little easier to 'just say no'.

I was not entering the challenge with the goal of being 100% sugar-free. I am aware of my limits. I allowed myself wine, the syrup in my morning latte, sugar cane within items such as my new-found organic, gluten-free, non-GMO cereal (try saying that 3 times fast), and a square of my 78% cocoa chocolate bar. Naturally occurring sugar in fruit and a small amount of orange juice were also given approval.

I decided to continue working on eliminating dairy, gluten, and fast foods....but these were not my main focus.

Every day I wrote I DID IT! on my calendar before going to bed and I filled my students in on my progress to ensure I was being held accountable. All-in-all I did well. On 2 occasions I had something sweet BUT it was by choice, not by giving in to a craving or eating just because it was there. I had a cupcake on my Aunt's birthday (gluten-free...oh la la) and something on the Friday night of the long weekend. It was clearly not so great because I don't remember what it was.

I discovered a few things along the way:

1. I have been feeling terrible for months not knowing why. I've tried massage, chiropractor, naturopathic remedies, acupuncture, etc. to no avail. It turns out I'm sensitive to dairy which caused bloating and pain. I don't drink enough water which gave me headaches and muscle tension. And I was eating too much sugar equaling blood sugar plummets that made me feel lightheaded and exhausted. All self-diagnosed, feel free to book an appointment with my secretary.

2. The saying, 'You are what you eat' is pretty accurate. When I eat junk now, I feel awful afterward. I don't feel guilty, but I feel physically horrible. I pay for bad eating choices anywhere from a few hours to a full day. I had no idea what I was doing to myself. I thought what I felt was normal. After removing the junk from my body I now know what healthy feels like and when I want to eat pizza I have to make a choice - do I want to be bloated and gassy and in pain for the next day or should I have something else? I read about the toll this food takes on our organs when they are trying to filter it from our bodies. It was quite a disturbing description.

3. The literature on the food industry, be it meat, fast food, and even vegetables is...well you have to read it for yourself. Being a critical consumer is important but when book after book reports the same information by different authors, each with their own goal in sharing their findings...in my mind, their messages are clear and substantiated. Many books have footnotes and endnotes with full reference lists. It should be illegal what we're exposed to, what the industry gets away with with labelling, and I am appalled at the low standards given to the food we consume. I will sit down one day and write out my favourite shocking facts from the books I am reading. I am interested in finding one with Canadian regulations, know of any?

4. I have more energy.

5. I started to remember things without writing them down!

6. I am generally in a better mood.

7. I am more aware of what I am feeding Brennan. This does not go over well with all people. I get a lot of those, "Oh you're one of THOSE Moms" looks when I say Brennan is not allowed to eat certain foods.

8. I am much better at reading labels. Doing so has lead to grocery shopping totals being at least $200 higher each month but I've realized I spend money on much more frivolous things than my health. I also have more room in my cupboards because I'm not buying as many pre-packaged items.

9. It is near impossible to eat at a restaurant when looking for dairy and gluten-free foods. This is also difficult when going to someone else's house for dinner. Do you bring your own food? Mary's Crackers and hummus anyone?

10. I am starving ALL the time. Not eating so much sugar, simple carbohydrates, and fat makes an incredible difference. Based on what I've read, I am digesting my food faster so I need smaller snacks or meals throughout the day. Some days it feels like every hour.

My favourite part of it all...I inspired one of my students to try to not eat candy! Red dye and sugar are terrible for my students and I am super proud of him for recognizing that. I am impressed at how much my students are learning about food - they can now tell the difference between healthy and unhealthy food and look for the healthiest item in their lunch at the morning break.

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I have not lost a large amount of weight. I actually don't weigh myself but go by how my clothes fit. They are too big in the morning and depending on what I eat, fit just right during the day but are usually tight at night. I'm still working on finding bloating triggers.

My next adventure will be reducing the amount of meat I eat. I've already said no more chicken wings (I may be singing a different tune when football starts) and I just ate the last rack of Steve's delicious ribs last weekend. I will have one more steak, one more pork chop, etc until I am down to chicken and turkey. Then I will work on those. I don't know for how long. I am curious how not eating meat will make me feel.

I will also be doing a 2 week liver cleanse. Not a huge detox program, but a few naturopathic remedies, clean eating, alongside...dare I say it...no drinking...no lattes...no junk at all (ah!) to give my liver a break from working so hard. It deserves a vacation too right? Don't worry, I will be waiting until the end of school for this one.

I know it won't be hard to do because I'm CHOOSING to do it versus being told to do it or feeling that I should be doing it. That choice is incredibly powerful. It's not about not being allowed to eat my Jelly Bellies; rather, it's that I am choosing not to because I respect my body and health enough to not eat a massive Costco-size bag of them in a week (insert hanging head in shame).

Now that is food for thought.

P.S. I will be going to 12 Tin Cupcakery to celebrate being done. I am going to choose to have one of their new chocolate chip sangwiches with icing in the middle. I doubt I'll be able to stomach a full one, but I sure will have a big bite!

A Dash of This and That

I am nearly bursting at the seams with ideas right now. I haven't written in a while because I have been engrossed in reading these:

     

I am learning about food, chemicals, pesticides, factory farming, organic food, fast food, meat, dairy, gluten, and as every woman seems to know by now...how to write up an S&M contract.

I was inspired by this blog post to join Julie on a 5-week sugar-free challenge. We have a week to go. Here is where she is now. I will write where I end up next Thursday when we are finished. Report cards are due on Friday so I'm sure I will need an excuse to avoid them.

I also stumbled across this blog about being mindful as a human being, putting down technology and being present with your children or partner or friends or family or nature or dare I say, with yourself. I started to notice that whenever Brennan saw my cellphone sitting on a table he would bring it to me. He would tell me to turn the iPad off at night and to not 'do work' and to 'lie down' with him so we could hold hands. I realized what I was becoming. So I started to put the phone down. And the iPad. And my 'work'. And I made sure my play with Brennan was more mindful. I was present and really paid attention to our conversations, his discoveries, and how much fun we had when I wasn't stealing a precious moment to write a text message. Brennan is becoming a little boy in front of our eyes and he gets funnier and sweeter every day.

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Yesterday I participated in my first Cycle for Autism. Two of my students walked/rode and I saw other people I knew there with their kids. Here is me on Team Owen and Ben.

The rain held off and the path was a tranquil trail through a forest near the water. The best part of the day was seeing a wide range of children and adults with Autism, all over 'The Spectrum' just being. There was stimming and spinning and crying. There were smiles and laughter and cheers. Family and friends all gathered together to bring awareness to Autism. No strange looks, no whispers, no staring. Just acceptance. And one huge-ass amount of love and respect and understanding. It was one of the greatest events I have participated in. And little Owen...he rocked that 5K walk, practically running the whole way with all those strangers around him in a new environment. Then he played on the playground and had a blast. Just like EVERY OTHER KID there. Because no one was judging. No one was being left out. It was one big family. Now THAT is the way the world should be.

Our world should not be about random shootings in a mall food court.

Or how many pins you have on Pinterest.

Or keeping the house immaculate.

Our bodies should not be filled with easy, cheap, cholesterol-filled food.

Instead:

I can't tell you how great I feel having learned to LET GO. If only I could have done it years ago...I wonder how life would have changed? The power of choice is immense and fulfilling.

This week I chose...

1. a long nap with Brennan
2. finishing a book when I woke up before he did
3. to not eat the cookies or ice-cream sandwiches Steve thoughtfully brought home
4. to write this blog post
5. to not look at my To-Do list
6. to hand in Brennan's application and deposit for Montessori School
7. to laugh when I normally would have been irate
8. to buy expensive organic, gluten-free pancake mix
9. to listen to the rain and the birds instead of music
10. to blow-dry my hair for the first time in weeks. And put on a little lipgloss :)

See you Thursday, have a great week :)

Old McDonald

Have you ever wondered why the Easter Bunny delivers eggs? Brennan expressed some confusion this year when we'd sing Old McDonald and I'd ask him who brought eggs and he'd say the chicken. Then he'd pause and say the Easter Bunny. It made me stop and think, who's dumb idea was this? Steve said it was a fertility thing with the bunny and signs of new growth with the eggs, but he's a guy and they're always finding ways to connect any concept with sex. A rather loose tie in, the point being, I've been doing some thinking lately.

I don't profess to be a healthy eater, as I have 100% truthfully eaten half a container of those ridiculously delicious sugar powdered donuts that Steve bought. I ate half last night too. Somehow there were 2 containers. I don't know what happened. And I may or may not have consumed a bag of Jelly Bellies in a couple of weeks. A big bag. Possibly my 3rd or 4th since September. I also scarfed down an embarrassing number of toffee cookies from the bucket I brought for my Treat Day at work on Monday. Monday was yesterday (sigh). I've eaten enough of them by myself for Treat Day to have been scheduled last year! I was never really a huge sugar or chocolate person before being pregnant. I craved chips and fries before candy. I got my sugar fix from sweet martinis. Things sure changed with those hormones. And I'm not just talking about the missing martinis! I ate more Fruit Loops than any human should ever digest and I kept the dairy farms running with the chocolate milk I drank at 3am. I haven't been able to shake that sugar craving in almost 3 years. I probably could. I guess I haven't given it a fair shot.

After watching Food Inc. and speaking with a friend who knows about farming, I started to pay even more attention to labelling, which has caused more frustration because no one seems to tell the truth! I have been buying more organic food and have decided to try going dairy and then gluten-free with my eating. Do you know how expensive organic, gluten-free food is? After I defeat these two food 'groups' I will move on to eliminate processed sugar. I won't be vigilant and deny myself treats and I really don't see myself giving up cheese, but I will try to be more conscious.

Here are some things I've noticed about my new purchases. I have not researched the companies and I have put my faith in their labelling.

1. When I buy organic produce, it is generally smaller, does not stay fresh as long, and has imperfections. This makes me think two things: there may be something concerning about being able to store regular carrots in the fridge for 3 months without rotting, and the strawberries in the grocery stores should not look so perfect and HUGE.

What local strawberries look like.

It's like implants for strawberries.

2. When I switched to almond milk in my cereal and soy milk in my lattes, I felt less bloated. Same with yogurt. I am happy to report that cheese is still ok :)  It seems to be pretty common knowledge that we are the only mammals that drink another mammal's milk. The pasteurization process is not supposed to be very healthy. It's an interesting concept.

3. It's a give-in...but I have more energy when I don't eat crap. And my stomach doesn't hurt. And I don't feel like I'm going to faint when my blood sugar plummets. And I don't have a headache when I drink enough water. Brilliant.

4. Buying free-run, organic vegetarian fed brown eggs may require a second mortgage, but their yolks are much darker, thicker, and the eggs come out fluffier and tastier. These aren't my eggs but it illustrates my point.

5. Turkey bacon isn't that bad once you get over how it looks and it's texture.

6. I don't taste the difference between organic ketchup and regular ketchup.




7. I used to buy the beans on the left for my chilli. Then I tried the beans on the right. Way less salt, less goo around the beans, three times the price, but worth it I think.




7. I was recently told that apples have a wax coating on them. I only eat red delicious apples and although having consumed many an apple in my day, I have never noticed this wax. I actually didn't believe her. I read this article about said waxing process. I bought an organic red delicious apple. She was not lying! There really is wax. On apples. Hmm...

8. Rice chips are really really good. I kind of like them more than other chips. They're thicker and crunchier and less oily. They will never replace a salt-craving-cured-by-Lays-Ketchup-Chips, but they are a great alternative.


9. Dark chocolate is quite tasty. I'm not talking your grocery store check-out impulse buy bars, I mean the real cocoa bars from the health food store. Again, a lot of money, but it's apparently healthy for you. One square a day...


10. I don't care what the label says. I really, really like Jelly Bellies. I don't know that I will give them up as a treat. They will fight alongside my cheese.

If anyone has any perspective on this topic, I would love to hear about it. Great products, misleading labelling, lesser known facts. Please share!