But how much does it cost?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the cost to eat well.  To eat foods that aren’t filled with chemicals, meats that are raised in humane and nutritious ways, and largely, about the misconception that families can’t afford to eat this way.  I’ve casually talked in many different groups of people and money is always a hot spot, but somehow, we’ve been brain washed into thinking that the reason that we don’t eat responsibly is because of the cost in doing so.  In saving money we become consumed with the idea of coupon clipping, and sales, and discounts.  But I think sometimes, we don’t just use our heads.

So I gave this some thought.  Then I did some research.  From the U.S. Departmentof Agriculture they believe that the low end of groceries for a family of 4, is$146 a week, and the high end, is $289.  Our family buys locally raised meat, in bulk, with a quarter of beef for about $700, and a whole pig for about $750.  I realize that sounds like a LOT of money, and I also realize how difficult it can be at times to come up with this kind of cash all at once.  But for us, it’s a choice, and we make it happen.  So we spend about $1,450 on pork and beef annually.  That’s $27.88 per week.  Let’s say it was about 240 lbs of meat, or about 4.5 lbs of meat a week.  That comes to a scary rate of $6.19 per lb.  But my local grocery store sells organic ground beef for $6.99 per lb, and that’s JUST ground beef.  For my $30 a week, and 4.5 lbs of meat, our family is consuming fresh local sausage, and pork chops, and steaks, and roasts and hams and stocks and broths.  We don’t need to slather our meat with high sodium sauces, or gravies or seasonings.  Sometimes we do, purely for the sake of an overall dish, but our meat doesn’t need it to be palatable.

I’ve read lots of posts on how to save money by eliminating processed foods, and making things from scratch.  And I believe in this 100%.  However.  I am a full time, outside of the home, working mom.  I believe in extended nursing, I cloth diaper, I provide lunch for my children, and we cook from scratch.  So forgive me, but I’m not also making my goldfish from scratch.  Through the Feingold organization, we’ve been able to identify safe brands of processed foods that I can use as shortcuts.  When we’re trying to get in the door between 5 – 5:30, with a beginning bedtime of 7:30, when the kids are screaming for food, and we’re trying to make a from scratch dinner, I don’t have time to stop and set them up with a nice little healthy from scratch snack.  They get what I can throw at them, quickly, and shovel them either out of the kitchen, into the dining room, or heck, into the living room, even better.  The moral here, is that I do buy processed snacks, I think smart about these things.  I shop around, and I don’t assume who is the cheapest.  I buy many healthy approved products through Amazon, on the Subscribe & Save plan, as an Amazon Prime Mom member, when I receive 5 items in 1 month on the subscribe & save plan, I get to save an added 20%.  When I’m buying full cases of snacks, I can drop the per box price significantly.  I spend about $100 a month in this way, so I can add another $25 a week to my budget.  I’ve also just started going out of my way to shop at Whole Foods.  Not because I believe they are the gospel of healthy shopping, but because many of their store brands are approved through Feingold.  And as many frugal shoppers can tell you, you can save massively if you can substitute a store brand.  And when my choices are very expensive healthy, organic, natural processed brands, vs the Whole Foods store brand.  I can in fact save a lot of money.  However, side note, don’t buy Domino sugar from Whole Foods.  That’s just a rip off.  Buying in bulk on trips to whole foods to fill out the remainder of my kids snacks is about another $100 a month, or another $25 a week.

We don’t buy soda or juice regularly.  Our family drinks water or milk.  My children are just fine thank you.  Your children will drink as you do.  My husband and I were like this before we had children, so it was no big switch for us.  But if you have to have soda, or juice, then it is understandable why your children will mimic this ‘need’.  It’s expensive, nutritionally empty, and more often than not, full of things you don’t even want to think about. 

So from the low end budget, I still have $66 a week to spend.  How do I spend it?  How do we make fresh new healthy meals without eating the same things day in, and day out?  Honestly?  I use a menu planning service.  I use a website called;  “The Fresh 20”.  And I love it.  Really it’s kind of entertaining because my husband and I have more cookbooks than space, and some that we’ve never even made a recipe from.  My husband likes to wing it.  And then sometimes loves to find a recipe to try out.  But to guarantee we’ve got the ingredients on hand, and variety available, and dinner hopefully on the table BEFORE the kids have to go to bed.  We use a menu service.  I subscribe to the annual plan for $54 a year, or about $1 a week.  I get access to the archives which contain all the menus since the service started.  And then I search out menus that sound tasty, yummy, and rely heavily upon what we’ve already purchased (pork, beef).  We only ever add fish and chicken here and there as we want to.  The benefit to the Fresh 20, is they build you a weekly menu using only 20 fresh ingredients, and an established list of pantry items (like broth or salt, or garlic).  20 fresh ingredients gets you 5 menus.  The advantage is you don’t find yourself buying a bunch of cilantro, using a tablespoon worth, and then tossing the rest in 5 weeks when you find the soggy mess in the back of your fridge.  With the fresh 20, you buy a bunch of cilantro, and then you use it in 4 out of 5 dishes.  Their menu’s cost about $80 a week.  But it includes the purchase of protein.  Which I already have built into my menu.  I try to buy multiple weeks at once, only buying the really time sensitive ingredients the week we need them.  But I buy across 3 – 4 weeks of menu’s making sure I have all the onions, and potatoes, and lemons.  A sample week that I’m planning now, includes Spaghetti Bolognese, Blackened Salmon Tacos, Southwest Chili Con Carne, Steak Fajitas, and Quinoa Ministrone.  What she estimates at an $80 menu, $20 of which is purchases steak and ground turkey.  We’ll use steak, and ground beef.  Now I only need $60 worth of ingredients.  I edit it as needed, our family will love minestrone soup, skip the quinoa.  And that’s ok.

I still have $6 left, and honestly, I probably need another $30, and that’s to cover healthy lunchmeat, cheese, bread, and fresh fruit, to go into lunches and breakfasts for my husband and children.  So I come out $24 over budget for the most frugal budget allowed in the US Agricultures estimates.  And that’s for locally raised healthy meat.  It’s for fresh from scratch meals.  And healthy organic chemical free quick snacks for my children.  If we look for the average spent by a family, it’s $217.50, and I’m $47.50 under average.

So, before you tell me you can’t afford to eat this way, ask yourself how much you are ACTUALLY spending on food for your family.  Take a look at WHERE you are spending those dollars, and then, make your own educated decision.  It’s fine if you don’t want to make any changes.  But it isn’t because you can’t afford to.  It’s because you don’t want to.  Maybe you don't want to do the work, or the research.  Or you’re scared of change, or just don’t think you can do it.  But you CAN afford to.  We started small, and it grew, and we wouldn't change it for anything, and other families can do it too.

100% Feingold, or why they must be nuts...

I’ve had a few conversations lately with my closest mommy friends about this notion of 100% Feingold.  What it means to the Feingold community, versus what it means to me.  I recognize that there are many people within the Feingold community, and all arriving there for a wide variety of issues.   Some with children on the autism spectrum, some with children on ADHD medications, some with behavioral problems, really the list is never ending.  I’m consider myself fortunate, because A) we identified this issue while she was still very young, and B) as compared to other families experiences, ours doesn’t seem as extreme.  This is hard to imagine, because I consider our breaking point day, to have been pretty bad.  I guess the reason this is important to understand is, the impact of the diet, and the symptoms it helps controls, certainly impacts how strict you feel like you need to be.  So returning to the idea of 100% Feingold.


Realizing that I am less than a year into the diet, I consider myself 100% Feingold, and then, yet, I suppose as compared to other families, I am a world away.  I try my hardest to be exclusively Feingold within our home.  Although daycare entirely providers food and snacks, I pack and send in my own.  When we attend Birthday Parties, I bring her own food and treats, and substitution items for the goody bags.  We avoid eating outside of the home.  When we go to family or holiday parties, I pack food and snacks for her.  I changed most of her soaps, lotions, and our laundry and dish detergents.  I’m sure there have been some places that I have slipped up, and as I go it will be easier.
But when I talk about other people’s dedication to 100% Feingold, they go above, and beyond what I’ve just mentioned.  They do things like send in their own hand soap for their children to use.  They ask friends/family to avoid fragrances at parties which they will attend.  The short version, is they try to control every aspect of everything that can come in contact with their child.
And I came head to head with this, and this attitude as I explored my options this weekend.  Ellie was headed to my parents for an overnight stay.  My parents support has been limitless and unconditional.  I have shared approved brands with them, and they have purchased safe toothpaste, and I send boxes of safe snacks.  We menu plan together before the weekend, and discuss approved brands and how to make it easy for everyone involved.  But there was one special tradition/treat that I couldn’t figure out how to salvage.  They always took a trip to Starbucks.  Now clearly, that is less of a treat to my parents, and more about their daily caffeine acquisition, but to Ellie, it’s special.  Until Starbucks changed their milk supplier, they had actually been carrying an approved chocolate milk box.  It had been perfect.  And, now, they don’t.  Feingold has a large community, that is very supportive, and so I reached out to this community to find out if anyone had any experience with something from Starbucks that didn’t cause major setbacks in their child.  The short answer was no.  And the long answer, included some suggestions about teaching my daughter that a ‘treat’ meant spending money was wrong.  And this persons solution was to just simply, not go.
Well obviously, this was the simple answer.  But I hadn’t been looking for the simple answer, and frankly, the more I thought about it the more frustrated I became.  Because while anyone who has spoken to me personally can tell you, I believe in this program with 100% of my heart.  I want the food industries to change, so that all children can benefit from not having these chemicals pumped into them incessantly.  But until that time, I don’t understand how you can be 100% Feingold, 100% of the time, without any failures, and without any accepted failure.  Your child will leave your home.  You can be a stay at home mom, but you might want to have a play date.  What about school?  You can home school, but even then, you will leave your home eventually.  We cannot be hermits and live our life entirely removed from society.  Entire populations of people have been trying to figure out how to deal with juggling the advancements of technology/society with what they fundamentally and entirely believe in.

I want to be 100% Feingold, 100% of the time.  But I can’t control everything in this world.  And as is such I feel like I have to be realistic.  I have to understand how these chemicals impact my daughter, but even more, she needs to understand it.  She needs to have enough exposure with the real world at large, that as she grows up, and leaves my protective wing, she can make her own choices.  Not just because I said so, but because she too believes in what we are doing, as the result of her own observations in her own behavior.  I want to teach her how to go out into the world, and make the best choices possible, and know what safe alternatives that she can try.  I don’t want to teach her to be scared of what the world has to offer.
We had a rough week last week.  And not until Wednesday evening, did Ellie confess that she had consumed a portion of a snack not provided from home.  I hadn’t guided her to this conclusion, I didn’t suggest it, I simply asked her what had been going on, and did she have any ideas as to why she was so out of control.  And just like that, names, people, times, places.  Who, what, where, when, and why.  It all made sense, to all of us.  Among other things it was an affirmation of the importance of what I was doing.  It was a reminder, that something that seems like it shouldn’t make ‘that’ big a difference, does.  And it was an eye opener, that even she, with only 4.5 years behind her, and only 8 months on the program, understood what was causing her behavior.  I was proud.  I was proud that she admitted to it, I was proud that she identified it, and I can only imagine where we will be in another 6 months.  You can’t be 100% Feingold, 100% of the time.  Because it’s unrealistic.  I can only believe in it 100%, 100% of the time.  And make the best choices I can, and understand the cause, and effect, and know that I’m doing the best I can.

I'm Back

In September we embarked 100% into Stage 1 of Feingold.  We also entirely vanished from the blog and internet world, as on our first few days of vacation.  The computer displayed the wonderful Blue Screen of Death.  And at this stage for our family, more important than sharing our journey, was the journey itself.  So months passed, 6 to be exact.  And rather then recording our experiences, we did just that, we experienced it.  We lived it. 

But the longer we work with our diet changes, the more firmly I believe in the decision.  The more I become an advocate for all children, families, people, and the more I do want to share what I know, and encourage others to consider embarking on a similar journey.

So again, in September, we embarked 100% stage 1 Feingold. As you may, or may not recall, Feingold (back in the 70s) identified a very specific group of foods/additives that caused ADHD behavior, upon eliminating them, the behavior was either improved, or entirely gone.  Those foods/additives include, petroleum based preservatives, petroleum based food colorings, artificial sweeteners, and a very specific list of fresh fruits/vegetables that contain a naturally occurring compound similar to Asprin, called Salicylates  Right up until that last sentence I share with everyone, and nearly everyone gets a big “HECK YEA!!!!”  And then with the addition of the last one, it’s as though you hear a scratch on the record, everything comes to a stop, and you hear crickets as people think about the consequences of something so ‘drastic’.

But so far, I felt like I hadn’t found the ‘base line’.  I knew I had seen improvement but it still felt like something wasn’t perfect.  So what did I have to loose.  Well I’ll tell you what we lost, apples, peaches, fresh pineapples, tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, grapes, balsamic vinegar, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries…  But I kept telling myself it was temporary, and that with some luck we could add things back into her/our diets.

And now I understand the importance of the base line.  Because although we were 100% stage 1 Feingold, I still felt like there was a piece to the puzzle we were missing.  And then, in a miserable bedtime fit.  It ALL became ENTIRELY clear.  Corn Syrup.  Feingold has a category called…  Beyond Feingold.  Beyond Feingold, you remove some additional things that have also been proven to create issues.  Corn Syrup, is one of them.  And so we did.

It’s been a challenging 6 months.  We had to face the holidays, and multiple holiday gatherings, easily 5 birthday parties, and a winter of seemingly non-stop snow.  I had to teach Ellie to politely decline foods offered to her outside of our home.  And explain to her, hosts, and other children why she didn’t eat those things.  It’s been challenging for everyone.  For Ellie, for myself, for my husband, for our family, and for just about everyone who’s path we crossed that wanted to offer Ellie something to ingest.

But what have we gained?  A challenging little red headed girl, that can still drive us bonkers, but that has come out of her shell, has more good days than bad, and it a joy to be with.  We had the most wonderful Christmas, and enjoyed every blessed moment that we got to spend together.  I gained a little girl that you can discuss choices, and consequences.  And a child who can stand up for what is best for her own health.

I know many people look at what we have done, and think it’s wonderful, but that they couldn’t, or that they don’t need to.  I whole heartedly disagree.  The list of symptoms that these food additives can elicit is far longer than I care to get into in this particular post, but it’s fact.  These additives don’t belong in our bodies.  Not my daughters, not my son, not mine, and not yours.  Far too long we have taken the stance of how much harm can a little bit do?  What if it can do a lot of harm.  Are you willing to chance that with your family? 

Is this journey challenging?  Yes.  Is it hard?  Yes.  Is it worth it?  Yes.

And so I again find my voice, so that I can impact other families, because if I can save yet another family, or child from the heartbreak we have had to deal with, all as a result of the food entering her body, then I can feel like I’ve made a difference in the world.  Who knows what that one child will now be capable of.

Your Defining Moment

Can you pinpoint your defining moment?  I think a lot of people have this idea of what their defining moment will look like.  Or what it looked like.  But I think we all have one.  A moment that somehow changes the paths of our lives, permanently.  This defining moment can be good, it can be bad.  It can improve your life for the better, or even it could define your life for bad.  But it puts it's mark on you, and you can never look back.

I know my defining moment.  And I remember it clear as day.  My daughter was in daycare, and I had returned to work.  I had already begun to make her baby food, and I casually and excitedly informed her teacher that we were looking forward to the opening of the local farmers market in a couple of weeks.  And her teacher responded: You should check out this farmers market, my husband sells what he grows there.

Doesn't sound life altering...  does it?  It was.  This simple give and take.  This simple conversation between two people permanently changed my life.  I suppose it's something like, nature vs nurture.  And while I believe we can be predisposed to something, I find that the people around you make a far greater impact than our society grants credit towards.

This simple act, of asking me to attend a different farmers market, altered my families path for ever.  It introduced me to a much smaller market, with people who grew to know my family, who talked to me weekly.  It introduced me to people who owned farms, and had not only produce, but who could get me access to bulk locally raised beef and pork.  It changed where I got my eggs, and it opened me up to conversations about milk. It in other ways made me far more hyper aware of my food and my surroundings.

I am grateful for those people in my life.  Who have opened my eyes to a world I was fully prepared to go down, but a road that I may not have traveled without those around me.  This moment in my life, I am sure, prepared me for our family's current journey.  I already have the resources at hand to fulfill my daughters dietary needs.  I have a full network of people who not only support me, my family, my daughter, my diet, but believe in it.  Not simply because of my expanding knowledge and because of sharing this information, but because they were already firm believers that the less processing is better us.

What's your defining moment?  Are you proud of it? As long as we are still on this great earth, there is still time to have the ah ha moment, and make changes if you are not.

Have we Redefined Normal?

Prior to Sunday, June 30th, 2013, if you had asked me if my child had major behavioral issues, I would have flat out told you no.  I would have said I had a strong willed red headed Italian.  In fact, I used to joke that I had the trifecta of toddler hood, a toddler, a redhead, and an Italian.  I had fleeting moments where I just looked at her and felt like there was something that just wasn't right.  But I brushed it off, I had many other mommy friends and had seen similar challenging behavior.  I had confided in other parents, and found similar experiences.  As far as my eye could see, she was normal as compared to her peers.

But on Sunday, June 30th, of 2013, I didn't CARE what was 'normal'.  I said: "NO MORE!"

I've had a number of parents tell me 3 is SOOOOOO much worse than 2.  And I would have agreed completely.  But did you ever ask yourself why?  Well I've come to a conclusion, it isn't.  It only seems like it's the new 2.  Because it IS worse than 3.  But the age 2, hasn't changed much over the generations.  So what has changed?  In my humble opinion, in a two words, our food.  Children don't eat very much food their first year, and even into their second year.  As a parent I think you are hyper actively aware of what your child is consuming.  Carefully introducing things.  Worrying if it's enough vegetables, not enough protein, too much sugar.  But as they approach and pass 3, you start to relax.  You begin to accept that you can't control everything, and that the occasional snack or treat isn't the end all, be all.  You make the best choices that you can, and then hope for the best.

But it's that shift, that shift at age 3, that begins the behavioral degradation.  It's the food that makes 3 so much worse than 2.  And by 4, several things happen, they begin to mature, and the behavior shifts a bit, you get numb to it, or they just get a bit better at controlling themselves.

But what if this social acceptance of age appropriate behavior is not accurate at all.  What if our parents, and their parents who are walking around saying:  "I just don't understand, I wasn't like this as a child, you weren't like this as a child, we wouldn't tolerate this from children."  What if they are right.  What if we have redefined normal.  I could make a list a mile long of the individual acceptances that we should work on as a society, but behavior changes as a result of additives being unknowingly introduced to our bodies, is NOT one of them.

Take a look around at the "they're just being boys", "They're just being kids", and start to dwell more on the "where did this come from? it didn't used to be like this." and the "where is society going wrong, we didn't have these issues 50 years ago."  There are many things that people are very quick to blame.  But it seems like as a society we are accepting of the deception that is being placed on the foods going into our mouths.  I'm not against treats, I'm not against, candy, I'm not against the conveniences of today, or needing shortcuts in our fast passed society.  I am against things that are changing my childs behavior so drastically that if seen by a doctor she would be diagnosed with ADD or ADHD and put on medication.  And even worse, I am against a society we live in that if you care enough to read your labels, you STILL can't be sure of what you're putting into your child.

So is it normal?  Is this redefinition good?  I don't think so, and I don't think it's normal.  And I think accepting it as such is doing not only our children but the future of our children's children a major disservice.

Best Daycare Ever

  

I have the best daycare ever.  No, seriously.  I do.  Managing what my daughter consumes while we are together is generally easy.  I control what comes into the house, and I am the only person who has to deal with any meltdowns over not allowing inappropriate items.  Figuring out how to manage her diet when she is outside of our home, is I’m sure where every parent begins to worry.  I am a full time working outside of the home mom.  I also have another child, 8 months old.  Effective the beginning of August, both my children are in daycare 5 days a week, from about 6:45 AM until between 4:45 and 5:45 PM.  They are in the exclusive care of someone else, for the majority of their waking hours.  And I absolutely must rely on them to help me in my mission.  

The daycare that we attend provides just about everything you could need.  Food, diapers, wipes, snacks, lunches, pull-ups.  I bring the kid, and for the baby I bring the bottles, and that’s about it.  But since we started down this path, the facility provided food has been a major obstacle.  A) Are they ‘safe’ for my daughter to consume, without regressing to our 2.5 hours bedtimes?  B) I pay good money to have all of these things included in our tuition, for many reasons, but not the least of which is to eliminate something ELSE I have to do when I get home from work in preparation for the next day. 

As we test just how much ‘non approved’ foods she can tolerate, and where I can take advantage of these benefits, and when I need to make alternative arrangements, I’ve been providing a lot of her food.  I’ve sent in approved snacks (that is easy to do once a week).  And on the days where the lunch is particularly questionable, I send in her lunch.  But that is just the daily obstacles.  As any parent with a child knows, that HARD days, are the ‘special’ days.  The day that another child’s parent brings in something for their child’s birthday, for example.  Or like the situation I encountered today, the center does something ‘special’ to celebrate the summer.

Today, at school, they brought in a Kona Ice truck.  What is a Kona Ice Truck?  It’s a traveling Italian Ice truck.  I didn’t know until I googled it myself.  2 months ago I would have been excited for the treat, and thought it a wonderful idea.  This month, I cringe.  A) Artificial colors.  B) Artifical Flavours.  C) Don’t get me started about the sugar.  

So after learning (about a month ago) about this event, I set out on my mission to ‘deal’ with this.  I actually found a company that would provide approved snow cone syrup.  So I shelled out $16+ Shipping so that my daughter could be ‘normal’ with the rest of the kids.  I spent yesterday looking to see if the order had shipped, and then I spent last night panicking because I realized TODAY was the Kona Truck visit.  And since the syrup hadn’t even shipped, there was NO way it would be here for TODAY.  So, in desperation I took an approved pear juice box, and shoved it in her lunch box.  There.  I thought.  She can dump that on her ice.  Satisfied with my diversion, I went to bed.  And this morning, my husband brought the kids to daycare.

Dutifully this morning, I e-mailed the center when I had a moment to let them know my plan.  And to EVERYONE’s HORROR… was faced with the response of:  “She saw it during breakfast, and already drank it.”

Let me stop for a moment and interject.  THIS is not the fault of my daycare.  THIS is the fault of severe miscommunication (apparently) between my husband and myself.  And the poor teacher that opened didn’t even have a chance, since she hadn’t been a) warned it was in there, and b) been told it was for the Kona Ice.

At any rate, with 45 minutes until the Kona Ice truck was to arrive.  I received an e-mail from the director of the center (the names have been changed to protect my angels):

“Carol went garbage digging and Karen is en route to Basil Bandwagon (store).  See what you miss when you leave your desk!”

They were replacing my consumed pear juice box.  I sat at my desk and let a couple tears form in my eyes.  I had always known I had the support of the daycare, but this going above and beyond what I ever imagined to show their support of what I was doing, was just more than I could comprehend emotionally.  So like I said.  I have THE.  BEST.  DAYCARE.  EVER.

And tonight, I can talk to my daughter about the exciting visit from the Kona Truck, and continue to enjoy my daughter, instead of cry because I lost her over an Italian Ice.

To my daycare.  Thank you.  A thousand thank you’s would NEVER be enough to repay what you have just given our family.

The Terrible Three's

I've had this blog post in my head for days now.  And just now have had time to put pen to paper, or finger to keyboard as the case in today's society is.  Have you ever talked to a parent, and been told, or heard them say, three's is so much worse than two's?  I had.  I didn't understand it.  Then my daughter turned three.  And the terrible three's reared their ugly head.  As our family has been sailing along on this journey though, I've been struck, the healthy alter ego my daughter exhibits by eliminating these things, three's isn't so bad.  I know, I know.  She's almost 4.  But I can only imagine what the past year would have been like, had we changed her diet earlier.

And this leads me to the real bulk of my thoughts over the past few days.  What about the other parents who told me about the terrible three's?  Maybe the reason three is the new two, is because now, as our children pass toddlerhood, we loosen our grasp of control, and start to allow them 'treats', more flexibility in food choices, and really, the introduction of 'junk' foods.  Maybe the reason three is, the new two, has nothing to do with a change in humans at all, and really has to do with what is going into our bodies.

Everyone around me has shown absolute unconditional support.  And without this support I am not sure how I would have made it through the past month, or the past few years for that matter.  But I don't want support.  I want change.  Not just for my family, but for the children of America.  Where will our country be in 15 - 30 years, when the children of today are in places of power and leadership.  Is the Ritalin generation of today going to be able to lead our country into the next phase?  Will we have the most powerful leaders of the world?  Will we have scientists, and lawyers, doctors, and politicians, Nobel prize winners, and religious leaders?  Presumably the answer is yes, children of today don't lack dreams.  But what if the society that is raising them today is ignoring the impact on their potential?

If changing what you were putting into your child, would entirely alter the ability they have to achieve their innate awesome abilities, would you sit back and say: "Wow, that's interesting and amazing."  Or would you stand up and shout at the top of your lungs:  "NO MORE!".  In a society where we are involved at sickening degrees with the lives of our socialites, where there is no legal proceeding that is exempt from public opinion and outcry.  How on earth is it possible, that we are silenced with the future of the most important thing in our lives.  Any parent will tell you.  Their children, are their EVERYTHING.

I know my story is interesting, I know my changes are extreme.  I know the conversation is hard.  And food conglomerates are mighty.  I know the length and time and work involved to overcome these things.  But don't just find my story amazing.  Look at your child.  Look at the things you have accepted as normal.  As behavioral intricacies, or personality quirks.  Things you've spent days, weeks, months, years, accepting as who they fundamentally are.  And ask yourself.  What if they weren't?  What if that is NOT who they fundamentally ARE?  What if the foods bought with your hard earned money, are creating these things, NOT your child?  What if these things are the sign of a bigger problem?  What if you changed your child's diet?  What if simply removing entirely inappropriate things, or even things that seem appropriate but are impacting their entire being?  What kind of world would we live in then?  What kind of world could they lead for our grandchildren?

As I become increasingly emotional about the child I realize I never knew, and in love with the child I realize I have, because of no medical change at all, simply removing things that were fighting with her natural abilities, I am heartbroken.  Make no mistake.  It is not for myself, or my daughter, or my family.  Because for us, I am over joyed.  I am heartbroken for all of the other children.  Because the food is still being bought, and made, and served to children.  I am heartbroken for the children who could be the next Nobel Laureate, but may never even have a chance, because their head is so scrambled, and their parents are so accepting.  Let's not accept that this is ok, or normal.  Please, share my story, please look at your own children.  While I believe we should accept who our children are, and absolutely accept their limitations, what I have seen makes me sick to imagine what we are accepting as truth which is really just chemical warfare on our children's bodies.  Find out who our children really are, so they can soar to heights even beyond what we can begin to imagine.