My little Italian boy 

I had Jacob in at the doctor again today – fortunately this time just for a follow up from the visit last week about his ribs (Lord knows we can’t handle any new issues). As he was sitting on the table he started talking about how he a) wasn’t feeling all that well and b) needed some pizza.

I told him that if he wasn’t feeling well that he shouldn’t be eating pizza.

He responded with “what – do you think Italians don’t go eat pizza for lunch when they’re sick? No they go have pizza and gelato and then go sit by the beach”.

So I quoted that and sent it to the Italian part of the family who completely agreed with him. This led to a lovely discussion in chat with us remembering being sick and cared for as children, and how being a sick adult isn’t the same at all.

On our way home we decided to stop at Mercato’s and have a little pasta therapy. The entire time this kid ate all he could do was groan in pleasure as he described how amazing the food tasted going into his belly. Then he took a picture of the menu so we could go get the ingredients and recreate it at home later.

To truly enjoy your meal and to sit in the moment and appreciate with gratitude not only the food, but the people who prepared it – that’s a real joy.  My happiness moment, sharing a meal with my boy.


If you are what you eat… what are you?

I have a bad sweet tooth. Like if I could I would eat a lot more Nanaimo Bars and cupcakes – every day. But I can’t. I’ve got enough Kapha in my constitution that I don’t burn off those sweets and at the end of the day it makes me feel worse (both physically and mentally when my pants don’t fit anymore) so I try really, really hard to make better choices for me. Not always successfully, and I try to balance in some less sweet sweet treats to make it seem less painful.

I was reading my newsfeed on Facebook this afternoon (procrastinating doing some course work) when I came across this picture from Food Inc 


This is a big part of the reason why I started studying Ayurveda. After spending most of my life having no idea how to properly feed myself or having any understanding of what food really does to my system I was starting to believe more and more that everything I ate, said, did, thought and believed was either creating health or dis-ease in my life. And I seemed to have a lot of dis-ease. Something about the lifestyle choices I was making was wrong and I knew I needed to make changes.

When I remember to be a mindful eater (something I’m really working on) and I sit down and give thanks for my food and then very consciously eat every bite with those words in mind it does seem much easier to make good food choices. Sometimes though, life gets stressful, busy, I get tired etc. and things don’t go the way I intend. Like when we are in line at Target and my daughter begs me for a little package of Goldfish (a banned substance in the house). I lecture her about how there’s nothing in them at all that’s going to help her grow a healthy body, and still sometimes give in and buy her the carton. I justify it by saying it’s a little snack size instead of the monster package but still… I do the same with myself at the bakery. I really want that cupcake. That cupcake is so tasty and yummy and will make me feel so good (for a hot minute). If I can take a step back and breathe into a conscious decision I can sometimes convince myself to step away – or at least to find someone to share it with so I’m not shoving the whole thing in my pie-hole.

They are such simple words, but so true. Everything we eat is either feeding a dis-ease or helping to fight one. The choice we make is completely up to us.

There is an Ayurvedic Proverb that says “When diet is wrong medicine is of no use. When diet is correct medicine is of no need.”

How powerful our food choices are. In our on the go – drive thru – convenience based society we seem to have completely forgotten how important it is the food choices we make. That we literally are what we eat.