Friday, August 31, 2012
Our Body Knows What We Need
So many of my grown kids have such similar issues and challenges.
I'd told my BFF recently that I always was positive that I could handle the physical work involved in parenting so many children, the wall-to-wall housework, the physical labor, the rigors, the incessant demands 24-7 upon my body, my time, and my attention, yet I failed to factor in the severity of the emotional Hell that would be involved.
I had no clue, still don't
There was no way to know up front, no way to predict the criminal predisposition of some, the violent, aggressive tendencies, nor even of the later mental health diagnoses.
That said, even if I'd just parented one mentally ill child, with no other children at home, well, I certainly could not have cured it, nor prevented attacks upon others in the community. There are some children that will thrive away from a family setting with its implicit expectations.
There were, and still are, no easy answers to some of that which I have faced.
I'm glad that my parenting adventure span will stretch out over a 48 year time period, from 1973 until Tabby's future graduation in 2020. I couldn't have done this in one short time period. Then at age 66 I will not have any minor children living at home, not since I was 19 years old. Oh my.
Sarah's reading Crazy, Sexy Cancer after having seen the film in which this feisty woman diagnosed with cancer decided to fight it nutritionally, it's become a can't put it down book for her, calling to tell me of that which she's learned.
Kris Carr, the author, tells us that hunger is how our body tells us it needs nutrients.
As a longtime, nearly lifelong, vegetarian I know when my body needs proteins.
Carr extrapolates that when we douse our hunger with Ho Hos, we are, of course, not satiated, the hunger continues, we eat chips or some other nutrient-void food, and the hunger then drives us to continue eating such crap, eventually making us overweight.
I so buy that theory. I buy it because I so rarely eat junk food, finding I don't usually crave it because I've made a concentrated effort to eat what my body needs. Therefore no vicious cycle and I'm not heavy. I know that junk food leaves me empty. I know that a baked potato fills me up.
So simple, yet so not comprehended in general.
Now I want to read this book, I also know that I'll soon find it at a yard sale, that has happened millions of times to me.