What I learned from weeds

Life with a little boy is non-stop. From when my eyes open in the morning to when I drop wearily into bed at night, I am making snacks, scheduling appointments, placing orders, picking up groceries, baking for food sensitivities, cleaning potties, washing hands, guiding, disciplining, cajoling, wiping, watching for potential injuries, comforting after a fall, calming meltdowns, reading truck books, building with blocks, dumping cans, encouraging, coloring, answering countless 'why' questions, rocking, singing, and of course, playing outside.

Being outside with my son is one of my favorite things to do. He loves dirt and digging in it, so we spend a lot of time around the base of our red maple outside and in the bed around the house. We dig with shovels and sticks and fingers. It's good therapy for me because I don't have to worry about anything in the moment other than finding some weeds to prod loose from the dusty soil.

In the years of struggle with tongue-tie and feeding issues following his birth, I felt like I was just going through the motions to survive. We then got hit with a serious mold issue under our dishwasher, which contaminated our entire main floor. It brought back old mold-exposure symptoms and set us all back when we were barely coping with the basics each day. Lockdown due to Covid followed the cleanup, and then we lost our sweet rescue dog a few months later. It turned out that I also had Graves' disease, which resulted in a hospitalization and is causing me to take a long look at my stress management and my poor sleeping and eating habits.

Lawn maintenance during this stressful time had been simple mowing and not much else. We ended up with monster weeds in our beds, and though some had shallow roots and came out easily, pulling most of these was one heck of a job. As I scraped around one such stubborn weed and saw the surface leaves pop off, I knew the roots harbored future misery underneath. It was a truth that hit me in a way that hasn't happened in a while. A whisper from God of what I know to be true. When you neglect your soul, weeds grow deep. My soul has been in a dormant state, and I haven't been tending to the weeds of questions, fears, and doubts by investigating and studying. I have no daily habit of time with God, and my prayers are tired and hurried at day's end. Over time, the roots of these weeds have sunk deep, and picking the leaves off at the top by watching church online is not preventing them from popping up again. I find my thoughts reverting back to old coping mechanisms I thought I'd left behind. Like every human, I have a void to fill, and Jesus has been patiently waiting for me to invite him in again. "But I'm tired, Lord," I always think, "and studying is too much when I'm so busy and interrupted and exhausted." It's a good kind of tired when I can now expend energy walking with my child and fixing new recipes and driving him places. But I find myself complacent in these blessings, and my desire to be near Christ has become a wish rather than a drive to desperately seek him daily.

I'm sharing these "weeds" as I wrestle with how to get back to where I once was. The verses I knew by heart are now foggy. The passages I once flipped to easily are less familiar and form hazy connections in my mind. Maybe you have been there. Maybe you are there now. Maybe binge-watching a show occupies your mind just enough before bed that you don't need to confront how lonely and hard life sometimes feels, how much you ache for real connection but just go through the motions of the day instead. 

What I know from the weeds is that neglect takes its toll when it comes to health or faith or love. And that's not a cost I'm willing to pay after all I've been through. My only choice, as weak as it feels in the moment, is to turn back now and try - just for today - to seek God. 

I asked for a Bible for Christmas so that I could get off my phone app and start new. A place I can underline with pen and learn new lessons from verses that I may need to see in a different light. And God promises that when I do this day by day, he'll reveal himself to me. He'll help me sink my roots - even deeper than those weeds - so that I cannot be shaken. When I drink from Him, the wellspring of life, I can flourish, even when conditions are difficult and dry. Jesus said he is the way, the truth, and the life, and no one comes to the Father except through him. Unless my branch connects to Jesus, I am easily dried up and useless for eternal things. I want to make a change today, even though I know I will have times when I stumble and fall in the process. Will you pray for me to persevere and join me this coming year in digging deeper to seek God?

"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit." -Jeremiah 17:7-8

Seasons

The air smells different once September arrives. It's more than cool breezes, bonfires, and aging leaves that signal autumn. It's a feeling that drifts unseen through the arboretums and picturesque college campuses. Life rhythms are changing. Summer sunny walks and warm, pink cheeks are exchanged for oversized wool wraps and boots that kick leaves absentmindedly.

We keep walking, but the changes around us force us to adapt in order to keep going.

On my 4th wedding anniversary, my husband and I watched a video of our wedding and a slideshow of our first year together. Tears came to my eyes that had not been there when I initially made the video, and I realized it was because all that has happened since that time has made the memory of that season even more profoundly beautiful. Like soup that tastes richer after some time in the fridge, memories build on other memories until you have a depth of flavor. And it's both the good and the bad, the sweet and the salty, the acidity and the bitterness that give these seasons their unique character.

Looking back on my spiritual journey, I see a big exhale that happened when I got married. It was a fulfillment of a dream and a feeling that God's willingness to let me suffer had an end. I became a wife, and over time, I learned how to care for myself and my husband and my home. And with that season eventually came the struggle to have a child.

Does God's will for me include having a baby? Do I have enough energy? Am I capable of carrying to term? How will this affect my health? How will I get through labor? What will I face if my child is unhealthy? Is this path even possible?

And that challenging season (coupled with the soul satisfaction of marriage) was full of disappointments and physical pain, full of anxiety over what I ate and drank, full of doubt and questioning over a choice that would change my life forever but with no solid answers. "The Ghost Ship" was an article I read which talked about how you can never know the way your life would have been once you take the fork in the road - either way - kids or no kids.

After so many months of false hope, finally getting a strong positive test affected me deeply. I was ecstatic. But I was scared to count on this. Scared it would be taken away from me. Even up until labor and, indeed, even after my son was born, I had the fears that trauma victims always carry - will this too be taken away? What if the worst happens? God does not owe me a perfect outcome. Do I have the ability to be at peace when this could all end in tragedy?

These feelings were made all the more vivid as complications came up and my son lost weight too fast and failed to gain enough in the first few months. Week after week, I was consumed by the daily tasks required to keep him alive, as well as feelings of failing him.

Like Elijah, lonely in the wasteland after a giant triumph, I was unable to do more than what was required for basic survival. I was haunted by fear and regrets and loneliness. I wondered if the long dark nights of spitup and the rhythmic hum of the Medela would ever end. I breathed in and out. I pumped. Others fed me. And I know God was there.

In this quiet business of survival, winter eventually turned into spring. Instead of staying awake all night pumping, I was able to return to sleeping at night and cautiously start nursing more. I saw the sun again. The scale started to creep up. The tongue-tie, lip-tie, reflux, and food sensitivities had enveloped me in a frightening season, during which I felt his newborn moments were tainted and colored by the urgency to gain weight. Yet gradually, he began to thrive.

A baby reminds you that all seasons come to an end. Just when you have adjusted to one set of needs, how to meet them, and how to drag yourself through a sleep-deprived day with some food (and sometimes a shower), they move into a new phase and you have no choice but to move with them. To adjust your ways. To cope with new issues. To appreciate new joys.

And spiritually, there were adjustments happening with God. I rested in him. I took comfort in not needing to perform to be loved. I didn't need to study footnotes, read long passages, fill in blanks, or push myself into attending services. I was barely able to whisper pleas for enough milk each day. Instead of striving, I was able to abide in his love and give thanks for all he had given me.

Now that my son is growing and moving on to new milestones like solid food, crawling, and standing, I can feel my spiritual season changing too. Nudges from verses I read to him are welcome reminders to return before my rest becomes drifting. And deeper thoughts about family stresses draw me like a magnet back to Jesus. How do I refocus on Christ when my mind panics and flails like a drowning man in a sea of worries? (Isaiah 26:3)

In singleness, in illness, in infertility, in struggle of any kind, there is a yearning and a place for pain but also for very specific joys. The encouragement (and caution) I take from looking back is that all these seasons do indeed end and new ones begin. It is up to us to intentionally find the moments of joy and not miss all the unique seasonal qualities that will soon fade like the changing leaves. Those moments are grains of sand slipping through the hourglass, to be treasured like the grasp of tiny baby hands that will one day be grown.

Do not lose heart when you are struggling. God is there working even when we are not reading or praying or worshiping in a standard/recognizable way. He is enough. We may find ourselves seeking or resting, doubting or believing, questioning or settling, striving or still, but above all, always waiting for him. In my sleep deprived state, I'll meditate on one verse, sing to him, or whisper short prayers, and take comfort that I'm doing what I can to respond to God's love in this season.

After all the waiting I went through with God, to be married, to be a mom, I feel such intense gratitude in the midst of exhaustion and endless tasks. I look into a mirror with my son to show him his reflection. It's a mirror my dear friend gave me for my wedding as a reminder of the reward for my long-suffering and waiting. "He has made everything beautiful in its time," it says. As I look at my son's smiling face, remembering the long, hard road to get here, I agree. If God can do all this in a broken world, in a broken body, in a hopeless situation, what marvelous eternal gifts are yet to come?

Out with the Old. In with the New.

Can you still say you blog when you average 1 post per year?

It's a joy to say that I've been gone because I have been living more rather than surviving. My health has improved enough that I've graduated from full-time patient to housewife. That change has allowed me to assume some level of independence in terms of daily cooking, laundry, dishes, errands, caring for a dog, and even continuing part-time tutoring online. My health challenges continue, and so does my research. However, instead of trying to get myself out of bed all day, I have to figure out how to get a better sleep at night.

I read back through my previous posts, and there have been changes, even in the past 2 years.

I can't tolerate fish oil because I found out it lowers NK cell activity and brings back all my chronic fatigue symptoms. Apparently people with chronic fatigue syndrome often struggle with low NK cell number and/or activity. Fish oil suppresses that even further and makes me feel terrible. What increases NK cells? Walks in the woods!

Wobenzym is a combination of pancreatic enzymes and anti-inflammatory plant enzymes. A very low dose of 1 pill/day has not only improved my digestion, but it seems to have improved my immune system when I fight off viruses.

A long experiment of eating gluten-free organic oatmeal has left me confused as to my level of sensitivity. I developed ongoing bladder irritation, but was it because of the oats? My grandma with celiac disease couldn't tolerate the oat protein avenin, so maybe I am sensitive as well. I miss the added fiber and the warm comfort of a hot bowl of cereal.

Also out this year? Nut milk. That seemed to irritate my bladder too.

Tacos have made a magnificent comeback here thanks to Siete grain-free tortillas!

I've mentioned in previous posts that I couldn't digest quinoa. Last summer I made the delightful discovery that I can tolerate *sprouted* organic quinoa easily. Cooking it in chicken broth with some sauteed spinach added in, sesame oil, coconut aminos, and Tamari - delicious!

Symptoms indicate that I struggle with intolerance to histamine. I break into itchy rashes when I eat fermented foods or too much bone broth or kefir. I tried to take acidophilus and was covered in little itchy bumps. The light finally went on, and I investigated strains of histamine-lowering probiotics. D-lactate free from Custom Probiotics helped not only the itching but also my sleep and digestion. I had to start with a fraction of an "infant" scoop, but working my way up to a 1/4, then a 1/2 was workable.

Gelatin also makes me itchy, but when I eat it mid-cycle, it still does wonders for menstrual cramps.

Naturelo is a new company that makes excellent whole-food vitamins that have particularly helped with my magnesium and calcium needs. The capsules are more easily absorbed than tablets and are spread throughout the day.

And lastly: Yoga!

What a difference weekly, gentle yoga has made for me. During my sickest days, I slept well into the afternoon. It would have been unthinkable for me at that time to imagine getting up in the (albeit late) morning and participating in a yoga class that lasts over an hour. During one class after Christmas, as I experienced an uncharacteristic strength and stability in my legs while extending my arms over my head, I felt such gratitude to God. He has taught me through the experiences of others, given me insight into what works and what doesn't, helped me learn priorities and how to pace my limited energy, and he has humbled me with struggles and setbacks so I never become overconfident in various "solutions." I will never feel as if I have all the answers or as if I am cured. But treating my intestinal permeability through an anti-inflammatory diet, manageable exercise, and natural antifungals/antivirals has transformed my life.

I continue to re-evaluate, read, and experiment. It's the nature of the beast. I also eat way too much gluten-free bread and still have days when I feel overwhelmed and exhausted. But on the whole, this year finds me better than the one before, and I am grateful to my Maker. He has created the healing vegetables and fruits and garlic and coconuts and olives. He has been leading me on to leave behind the old and embrace new things. To not be scared of change.

What new thing have you been putting off trying? What do you need to give up to try to reach a greater level of health?  Slow, small, baby steps make the changes possible.

"That's what I get for praying"

Monday night I was exhausted in every way. Though so many good things have happened in the last couple years, the core issues that tore my family apart remain. Each day I have to put one foot in front of the other, as if those issues do not exist because I am powerless to stop them, and because God is silent. So, so silent. It's a challenge some days just to make food, to shower, to take care of my own broken body, to cope with feelings of grief that well up unexpectedly. Thinking of one more potential issue, one more thing broken, one more flood, or one more crisis makes me feel numb.

That Monday night in prayer, I pierced my usual bullet list of gratitude with an honest cry from my heart. In the midst of thanking God for all that was good, I asked for a reprieve from major problems, from the next shoe dropping, from the crisis that waits just around the corner so that afterward you say, "remember life before it happened?"

As I fell asleep, I knew it was not a surrender prayer but a prayer for mercy. For help. Maybe God would hear how tired I am of trying to pick up pieces and keep pushing forward.

The next morning, I laid in bed for a half hour after waking. I waited for the strength to face the day to seep into me as the fading shadow of sleep fled my mind and muscles. After I reluctantly threw the covers back, washed my face, and used the bathroom, I opened my phone to multiple missed calls and a text message no one wants to read - Your mom and dog have been in an accident on the highway caused by road rage.

I felt like George Bailey that day. A punch in the face after a heartfelt prayer. This is a feeling I've had before but rarely so acutely as this.

But before I could sink into more self-pity or draw back any further from God, I remembered how Clarence later corrected George's misinterpretation:

"Your lip's bleeding, George."
"Yeah, I got a bust in the jaw in answer to a prayer a little bit ago."
"Oh, no no no, George, I'm the answer to your prayer. That's why I was sent down here."

It's a mystery how God works in response to prayer. I'm convinced I know less about how prayer works than I ever thought I knew. But one thing I do know is that we can often misinterpret God's actions. What may seem like cruelty or silence or hardship may actually be unrelated or a mercy about to unfold. What may seem like silence in one key area may be in contrast to a plan or a flourishing garden of blessing in another area of life.

Elijah is the biblical counterpart to George Bailey. Like George, he worked hard to do the right thing all his life. He sacrificed, faced a powerful, evil foe, and triumphed. However, after that dedication and triumph, instead of being rewarded with relief, his very life was in jeopardy, and he ran away, angry, afraid, and deeply discouraged.

It seemed like God's answer to Elijah was the threat of being killed, but it wasn't. Just like in the movie, God's response to George is not the punch. Instead, Elijah receives from God rest, food, comfort, and gentle questions to get him to consider a bigger picture. So too, in the movie, George receives compassion, care, and gentle questions from Clarence to gain perspective.

So in response to the accident, I must resist the urge to get angry and bitter, narrowly viewing this hardship as some divine punishment. I genuinely don't know the ways in which God will work, but in the meantime, I will remember that this world is a broken place. I'm here for God to teach, to use, to be a light, not to be on vacation from all pain. If he can use an accident to shape me and teach me about prayer or get my attention, I need to listen. God is often at work in bigger ways behind the scenes than we can ever expect.

So if you are weary from working hard for the Lord, if you are dealing with silence from God or prayers that feel ignored or even punished, don't miss the gentle hand of Jesus reaching out to you in your pain. It may be through a man like Clarence. It may be in a verse of scripture or a call from a friend. It may be a million different things. But in some way through your discouragement, Jesus is saying: "Oh, no no no, I'm the answer to your prayer."

Thank you, Lord, for sparing my mom and dear dog on the highway despite the evil that lurks in the hearts of drivers who rage on the road. Thank you for encouraging me with a broader perspective. Help me to keep going in faith when life is hard and crises happen.

he is the lamp. He is the sun.

Today I was in a quiet, dark yoga studio. The shades were down on an overcast, late autumn morning. A tall lamp was lit beside me, and it provided a soft, warm glow in the room.

Before the teacher began, she raised the shades, and daylight came pouring in. This is my favorite place to sit. I am not distracted by others, and I can think here. I stare out the window as I stretch and breathe, loosening my body and freeing my mind. I unwrap and unwind. I look out the window at the flag fluttering, at the bird perched on the sill, at the trucks making deliveries, at the tall brick library, at the changing sky. The light wakes me up and reminds me that I am no longer prisoner to my pathological sleep rhythms that once kept me awake all night and sleeping all day. I relish the sun on my face, and it is why I try to get that one space right up by the window every time I come.

Today, as I consider the light pouring in despite the clouds, I notice the lamp still lit, now pale in comparison. I find it remarkable how it was once warm, powerful, my best way to see in this dark room, but overcome by the sun, it melts back to its rightful place as a gift, an aid, a way to get to the window for the real light to come streaming through.

I begin to think of the verses I read about love in 1 John this morning. I think about how, like the sun pours out light, God pours out love in abundance through his Son, and how that love abides in us and is perfected in us when we love one another. I think of my husband and how he has been the lamp in my dark room for so many years. He continues to allow God's love to flow through him to me, through a hug, through non-judgmental listening, through feedback and a gentle example that makes me think deeply and keep seeking God.

In the dark, when someone truly loves God, they can be a lamp, channeling his love. Light in a dark world. And when I wonder in my dark moments - does God see my pain? does God even care when I don't get a response to prayers prayed for decades? I look to my husband and see - here is my lamp of love, sacrificing, serving, lifting me up, reminding me that when the shade is lifted, when Jesus returns, the daylight will come pouring into my soul.

So take heart. It is night. We are not home yet. You may look around at this world, at this election, at all the hate, at all the proud things said. You may pray, and it may seem that nothing happens, that God does not care. But there are still people filled with God's love. You may be one of them. They are not Christians only "in word or talk, but in actions and in truth." And if you know one of these lamps, remember they are your encouragement to keep waiting, to keep longing, to keep persevering until the shade is pulled up, the sun comes flooding in, and you feel love fully, as you have never felt before. This is the promise in 1 John. And we can trust this lamp. He, after all, was "the one whom Jesus loved," and he says:

"Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and his love is perfected in us." - 1 John 4:11-12

So because of the love Jesus showed us by laying down his life and forgiving our sins, let us believe in him, live through him, love like him, and choose to be a lamp to someone until the Son returns to shine again.

A Song of Longing

A little over a week ago, I was flipping channels. Pausing on PBS, I heard Josh Groban and Kelly Clarkson begin a familiar duet for his Stages tour. I'd heard the Phantom song "All I Ask of You" countless times since I was 10, but this was different. I don't know if it was because the captions were showing the lyrics, because of Groban's beards-ly resemblance to the American idea of Jesus, or the girl-next-door way about Kelly, but as their voices curled and wrapped around each other like fragrant smoke swirling upward, I recognized the universal longing this song described, not just for a perfect love but for an eternal home. 

Returning to our old church this year has been rehabilitating my religiously scarred and weary soul. Chapter by chapter, the church's simple Bible reading plan has been taking us through John's gospel. And as each line of the song was sung, I heard echos of this intimate and powerful testimony of Jesus and his promise of what is yet to come. It touched me more than a fill-in-the-blank Bible study or an overly repetitive contemporary praise song ever could because it tapped into my longing for real, eternal, perfect love. I think by the looks on the faces in the audience, more than one person felt this longing too. It's built into all of us. My mistake is looking so often for the fulfillment of this desire here on earth; this song points to love only Jesus can give - love that far exceeds our dreams.

 

 "All I Ask of You" - Josh Groban and Kelly Clarkson

(Hover over the verses to see them pop up.)

Man:
No more talk of darkness (John 12:46)
Forget these wide-eyed fears (John 14:27)
I'm here, nothing can harm you (John 10:28)
My words will warm and calm you (John 5:24)
Let me be your freedom (John 8:31-32)
Let daylight dry your tears (Rev 21:4)
I'm here, with you, beside you (John 14:18)
To guard you and to guide you (John 17:12)

Woman:
Say you'll love me every waking moment (John 3:16)
Turn my head with talk of summer time (Luke 21:30-31)
Say you need me with you now and always (John 17:24)
Promise me that all you say is true (John 14:6)
That's all I ask of you

Man:
Let me be your shelter (John 14:3)
Let me be your light (John 8:12)
You're safe, no one will find you (John 10:9)
Your fears are far behind you (John 16:33)

Woman:
All I want is freedom (John 8:36)
A world with no more night (Rev 22:5)
And you, always beside me (John 16:22)
To hold me and to hide me (John 10:29)

Man:
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime (John 14:23)
Let me lead you from your solitude (John 15:5)
Say you want me with you here, beside you (Rev 22:17)
Anywhere you go, let me go too (John 17:20-21)
That's all I ask of you

Woman:
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime (John 6:35)
Say the word and I will follow you (John 10:27)

Share each day with me, each night, each morning (Rev 21:3)

Say you love me (1 John 4:19)
You know I do (John 15:9)

Love me, that's all I ask of you. (John 14:21)

Anywhere you go, let me go too (John 6:68-69)
Love me, that's all I ask of you  (1 John 4:9)

Healing Process: What the heck do I eat now?

My ex-boyfriend's mother was the first one to tell me.

It was well over a decade ago. She had just had an operation for breast cancer and was radically changing her diet to exclude sugar and other processed foods that feed cancer. When she handed us a book called Potatoes Not Prozac, we thanked her and kept the book around the house, unread.

We thought that she may benefit from a radical diet change, but we were doing ok with our brownie mixes and fresh egg knot rolls and pecan pie. After all, we ate fruits and vegetables and considered ourselves fairly healthy eaters. Lots of people ate what we did and didn't have cancer, and we frankly didn't believe we needed to change such ingrained habits. Sometimes you just need a...cookie, glass of wine, bowl of cereal, cone of ice cream, bagel...fill in the blank for you. Her diet evangelism sadly fell on deaf ears.

It wasn't until an integrative medicine MD from the Cleveland Clinic told me to try cutting out sugar and most carbs that I ever thought of making such a brutal transition. I was desperate after 5 years of severe POTS and debilitating Chronic Fatigue Syndrome to try something new that would improve my quality of life. I remember asking skeptically - "Have your CFS patients really gotten better doing this?" The doctor nodded and offered me a potent prescription anti-fungal and a diet change. I chose the latter, the one least likely to put me in the hospital.

I won't lie; it was terribly hard at first. I had no idea what to eat, so I ate very little. After all, I had previously survived mostly on cereal and juice and macaroni and (fake) cheese. So without any experience, this new diet basically looked like a grilled chicken breast and steamed broccoli every night. Not. Very. Appealing.

But the results were unreal. I suddenly had some clarity of thought. The clouds of constant dizziness began to part. I thought back to Brian and his wise mom Carol, years before I crashed and burned with POTS. I finally read the book she gave us. They had had the answers to my problems then, and I hadn't listened. But why?

Now that years have gone by and people hear about my progress or see the color back in my face as I dance at my own wedding, they marvel - what has caused this? And when I say mainly my diet - when I say that sugar and gluten and grains and processed foods are doing you no favors, they smile and think it's great for me. They smile just like I smiled at Brian's mom. "She's chronically ill. She needed it," they think. They don't want to change their own diet because eating sugar feels good, because it is safe and comfortable. It helps them cope. It's easy. I know because it's how I felt and limped along for years.

What is the best diet?
There are a number of "diets" out there that claim to be the one to follow. No one diet is perfect or best, but these all have the central idea of gut healing in common:
Paleo 
GAPS (Gut and Psychology Syndrome) 
Whole30
SCD (Specific Carbohydrate Diet) 
FODMAPs (Fermentable Oligosaccharides, Disaccharides, Monosaccharides and Polyols) - I had to look that one up!

These options are great because you can pick the diet that fits your lifestyle best and build off of it - meaning use it as a skeleton and find what foods in that plan work for you and which ones don't. (I still don't do well with chia or quinoa, but there is nothing wrong with eating them if you can.)

So what if you MUST have a pancake or a muffin?
The diets give you recipe ideas, and the people who follow them form an automatic online support community that can help you find substitutes and alternatives. Cookbooks are written about these diets that give you options for treats you crave but won't send your blood sugar soaring.

My favorite baking recipes are written by:
Detoxinista
Kelly Smith
Danielle Walker

Danielle recovered from severe chronic illness by changing her diet and healing her gut. She shares her grain-free recipes to help others trying to do the same.

What are some typical breakfast options?
Breakfast (if I'm up that early! ha!) has been notoriously difficult for me. I usually combine breakfast and lunch and just have eggs and Applegate turkey bacon and some low-sugar fruit. I completely avoided fruit at first but added small amounts of low-sugar fruit (berries or Granny Smith apples with almond butter or cashew butter) back in as I was able to tolerate.

Homemade cranberry relish is a great immune booster: blend organic cranberries, orange, pineapple, and green apple in a blender or Vitamix until chunky relish forms. As for juice, I didn't drink any at all for years. I finally got unsweetened cranberry juice to make Great Lakes Gelatin, and if I dilute it, that has been ok to drink sparingly.

Brunch can also be leftovers - anything from stir-fry to meatloaf. All of these make great first meals. A breakfast scramble with butternut squash and chicken sausage is satisfying for brunch or dinner.

An almond flour muffin (like these I adapted from Elena's Pantry) will give a great start to the day with a cup of herbal tea. [To this recipe, I added a 1/4 cup coconut oil (or organic palm shortening) and 1/4 teaspoon salt with lemon zest and blueberries]

Recently, I've also been enjoying this Paleo cereal with unsweetened almond milk and some organic raisins (though raisins are high in sugar, so I try to use them sparingly!) It is an expensive cereal, so I found it on sale through a free trial at Thrive Market. (If you want to make your own, this granola tastes great as a cereal.)

So how much will this cost?
Cost is an issue when eating an anti-inflammatory diet. Wild salmon is 19.99 a pound. Organic produce costs more than conventional. What if eating grass-fed meat isn't affordable?

This is a valid concern. When I started eating this way, I was not able to work, so I could not pay for my food. I had to have family support to buy groceries, find recipes, and do the physical prep work with these healthy ingredients so that I could gain the strength to start doing it myself. Now that I am buying and preparing the produce and specialty foods, I can try to offer some suggestions to help with cost.

• Look at the Clean 15 and Dirty Dozen lists to find out which foods you should always buy organic and which ones you can compromise on.
  
• Load up on local, in-season, high-fiber produce more than meat. Make the bulk of your meal vegetables, and if possible, have meatless days. The fiber from the veggies and the healthy fat used to cook them will fill you up more than you think! (Check out the cauliflower crust pizza below which can be made without meat.) 
• Buy fish like Verlasso salmon that is well raised but doesn't cost what the premium wild fish does. When you do buy the wild fish, you can buy it canned or fresh, remembering that divided up into individual servings, it breaks down to the cost of a burrito from a local chain restaurant but with powerful health benefits!
• Avoid processed shortcut foods out of a box or jar and avoid restaurants to cut down on costs and to avoid digestive setbacks.
• Buy a whole organic chicken (which may seem like a lot) but then after roasting, use the leftover meat in a new dish the next day, like a paleo pot pie with some celery and carrots. Or you could add the leftovers with canned tomatoes and spices to whip up some chicken tacos or enchiladas. The carcass can then be used for bone broth or soup. Once you factor all these meals in, the purchase of the chicken stretches over the week.
• Intersperse cheaper cuts of meat like humanely raised Gerber chicken thighs.
• Eat smaller portions of meat or use meat in stir fry so you don't have to buy as much to fill up.
• Whenever you see a treat or specialty item, think about whether you can make your own. Buying some raw almonds and making your own almond butter is a lot less money than ordering an expensive jar.
• Finally, realize that the investment you make in your food and your body will help you avoid costly medications and doctor visits down the road. I look at food as my medicine, and when that is my motivation, I cook more and make it a financial priority to eat well.

What do anti-inflammatory dinners look like?
I have relaxed my strict Paleo standards a bit so you will see a little (organic) rice in these pictures, but when I started, I ate the recipes without the starches entirely and doubled up on veggies. Here are some favorite meals at my house:

Grass-fed hamburgers with roasted potatoes (or yam) with turmeric, salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Frozen organic broccoli.

Baked spaghetti squash with browned grass-fed meat mixed with jarred organic tomato basil sauce from the local store.

Organic salad greens from a box with sauteed chicken tenders, sliced avocado, tomato, and cucumber. Dressing mixed in a small bowl: organic olive oil and raw apple cider vinegar with garlic powder, Dijon mustard, Himalayan salt, and pepper.

Pork or turkey tenderloin (with fresh rosemary, salt, pepper, and garlic powder) in a grill pan with frozen organic peas

Wild salmon (or Verlasso) baked in parchment paper (15 minutes!) with garlic powder, lemon or lime zest/juice, salt and pepper. Baked yam and steamed zucchini.

Grass-fed meatloaf with cauliflower "mashed potatoes" and peas

Blackened cod with avocado/mango salsa and asparagus from this recipe

Using the leftovers of a roasted chicken for a Paleo (almond flour biscuit) chicken pot pie with Brussels sprouts and spaghetti squash

Pork chops with caramelized onions and mushrooms, almond flour and thyme on acorn squash, and green beans

Butternut squash soup based on this recipe from The Chew with kale chips and a Detoxinista raspberry chocolate chip muffin

Chicken coconut curry based on a recipe from The Daniel Plan

Cauliflower-crust pizza from Detoxinista (using almond flour in the crust instead of goat cheese). Don't have time to make a crust from scratch? A great gluten-free crust option is called MyBread.

 Pork stir-fry based on this recipe but using arrowroot powder instead of cornstarch and Tamari (gluten-free) instead of soy sauce

Tacos with grass-fed meat, sprouted organic corn tortillas*, (*I have avoided corn until just recently and may continue to avoid it. This can also be put on a Paleo Wrap (haven't tried yet!) or a rice flour tortilla, or a bed of lettuce for taco salad.) Seasoning mixed by us rather than using a packet:
2 Tablespoons chili powder
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon paprika
1/2 teaspoon cumin
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon onion powder
1/2 teaspoon oregano
1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes
2 dashes cayenne


As you can see, there is a wide variety of food that will make an anti-inflammatory diet a joy rather than a burden.

If I can encourage you to start making steps in the right direction, try to change one thing at a time. Opt for simple meals at first, such as baked fish with frozen organic vegetables. Or try some Green Soup - parsley, swiss chard, and collard greens blended with caramelized onions, garlic, lemon, and chicken broth - an awesome dinner. All of these meals came through trial and error. I am constantly finding new recipes, reevaluating what agrees with me and what doesn't, and keep coming back to the core of bone broth, green veggies, and healthy protein and fats. Some known inflammatory foods will likely stay out of my diet forever (gluten, high sugar/processed foods like candy and cereal, conventional dairy). Some foods I have experimented with adding back in - gluten-free Udi bread, organic fingerling potatoes, and organic rice. Ultimately, I want to keep healing, and so I press on with creative ways of eating what I can while living happily without what made me ill. It's worth the cost, time, sacrifice, and energy to eat better in order to promote true healing.

And if I want a sweet bite at the end of a meal, I can always turn here. After all, a little quality chocolate can make a big difference!