"The" Diet

I've never been one for dieting. The idea of completely cutting a certain food out of my life is unimaginable to me. I like options. I like variation. I don't like having to count, especially if then I have to have complicated equations to figure out what I can and can't have. At the same time it is unavoidable to see the how the "American" diet is affecting our population.

Like many Americans I was fascinated with the documentary "Super Size ME." Granted it didn't keep me from EVER eating at a fast food restaurant again, and I wasn't a McDonald's fan before. But overall it got me thinking about changes I would like to see made in my own life of eating habits.

Then. . .

This last week I watched "Fat Head," the rebuttal documentary to "Super Size Me." What I learned from it has gotten me even more contemplative on the reasons we eat the way we do. It has really got me questioning everything I have learned about what is "healthy" and the history of the human diet.

Moderation has always been the way to go in my opinion (not that I don't get tempted to eat the ENTIRE box of Girl scout cookie,) but this really reenforced it to me. Of course it also helped me feel even better about all my garden seeds I just order.

Fat Head that's me :D

Sun Shine

Today was such a beautiful day, it was difficult to think that less than half way around the world people were reeling from an unbelieveable devesation. As I prepare my garden for the coming spring I have started to reflect on the many blessings in my life. My beautiful babies surround me as I trim the roses. Parker in her stroller catching her Vitamin D and Quinn racing up and down the drive on his new bicycle. While pruning the apple tree I contemplate the tasty fruits I get to have for applesauce and pies come winter. Clearing the moss I collect for the chickens to rummage for little bugs I remember the many projects and ideas I get to carry out.
This week I purchased a book about finding God in the garden; today was one of those enlightening days.

A rose by any other name

So I was informed the other day that Quinn does not like his name and no longer wants to be called Quinn. When asked what he wants us to call him instead his reply- "Trash Can."

Sorry kid as crazy as you can make me I am not calling you "Trash Can."