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Look for the Helpers

Whenever something awful happens in this world (which is WAY too often these days), I always try to remind myself of the Mr. Rogers quote that everyone posts all over social media: “look for the helpers”. I’d like to say that it’s because I’m such a good Christian that I can always see God’s work in everything, but the truth is that I have to find the one semblance of positivity in these situations to keep from hating everyone.

Pre-kid Sara analyzed these terrible events purely with a cop mentality. Basically, who was the bad guy (or girl), what was his motive, is he [hopefully] dead now, how did the officers handle the situation, are they all ok, what would I have done if I was there? Now that I have children, my entire series of questions has been altered. I still wonder about all of those things, but I also wonder how the parents of the victims feel. I can feel their pain and their loss and it’s suffocating. I wonder how relieved (or guilty) the parents of the survivors feel. I wonder if I had been there with my children, would I have immediately brought them to safety and gotten the hell out of dodge to protect my family, or would I have stayed to help as much as possible?

When these things happen, there’s always a five-step program that people on social media think they’re required to follow. 1) “Prayers for Vegas” 2) Why didn’t anyone prevent this? 3) Why is the president doing/not doing this/that? 4) It’s time to ban guns! 5) Political bs, political bs, political bs. The only one I’m going to agree with here is number one. Prayer puts angels to flight and I believe that this country could use a whole lot more of it. As far as the rest goes, all it does is divide us. This horrific thing just happened to our people and all we can do is point fingers, lay blame and turn against each other. We start yelling at “incompetent” hotel employees for not noticing a suitcase full of guns. I mean, say that out loud, friends. Just so you can hear how silly it sounds. The most ridiculous part is that if we passed a law that all luggage entering hotels needs to be searched, the outrage would pour out across the country.

We start blaming President Trump, saying this is somehow his fault. If he had only done something, this could’ve all somehow been prevented. What would you like him to have done? Cure every American’s mental illness to prevent them from going mad and committing heinous crimes? If Hillary was president, this would’ve somehow not happened?

Then we start the epic gun law debates on our facebook walls. Here’s where people go nuts and start the de-friending. “If guns were illegal this wouldn’t have happened!” or “Everyone should be allowed to own any guns they want!” Do we all really not see that there is a VAST in between here?? No, it absolutely should not be easy for someone to buy guns. There should be applications, permits, background checks and a mental stability test (in my opinion). With the Las Vegas shooter (I will NOT state his name, because I will NOT remember his name) the unfortunate truth is that he had over 40 guns because Nevada has pretty lax gun laws. But on the other end of the argument, if someone wants to commit a crime, guess what? They will get a gun regardless of any laws or procedures in place. The crazy thing about criminals is that they don’t care about laws. Do I think someone who passes the application, checks and tests (if these procedures were actually in place) should be allowed to own 40+ guns? Absolutely. If they’ve passed everything and obtained them legally, who am I to put a limit on the number they can have?

And then finally we reach number 5, which is a plethora of politically-charged rants that push us all further and further apart and closer and closer to hate. We all say over and over again, “look for the helpers”, but that includes within you. Look for the part of you that is sick of the division. How quickly we move from the unity of “pray for Las Vegas” to “democrats this and republicans that”. Do you think the parents of those victims give a crap about their child’s political affiliation (or yours, for that matter)? The only thing they can think is that they wish they had their child back. Or they’re on their knees praying that their child recovers. Can’t we all just agree that it was an awful thing that happened and that we should all help as much as possible? Donate your blood, donate your money, donate your time. I’m sure some people believe their opinion is the most important thing they can give, but how about we start giving something worthy.

People today feel the need to take sides and hate anyone who isn’t on that side. We all have to picket and protest and hold up our signs and scream about our first amendment rights to do so. And God forbid anyone disagrees with you, then they’re infringing on your first amendment rights. Newsflash: the first amendment gives you protection from the government for anything you might say. It does NOT give you protection from society. Society has every right to ostracize you for your words and no laws will be broken when they do it. You have the right to speak, but you do not have the right to be heard. So why not say something that is guaranteed to make you heard? Wondering what that is? Ask Mr. Rogers.


PaleO-MG Shut Up About It

Remember as a kid when you could eat whatever you wanted and never worry about the health ramifications? I guess if you have a peanut allergy or something, that doesn’t really apply to you…but you know what I mean. Those were the days….

After 24 years of eating and living how I wanted, I discovered in 2009 that I have an underactive thyroid condition, better known as Hypothyroidism. To my great disappointment- this malady does not give me any superpowers. It’s quite the opposite actually; unless falling asleep on command can get me a cape and a cool disguise. Being exhausted is how I found out I have Hypothyroidism; I was uncontrollably tired all of the time. I would literally be driving down the highway and fall asleep at the wheel. Doctors kept trying to tell me it was depression until finally someone tested my thyroid and saw that the numbers were very low. They immediately put me on Synthroid (a thyroid hormone replacement) and I eventually started to feel better.

I stayed on a fairly consistent dosage for almost six years until I became pregnant with my second daughter. All throughout my first pregnancy, the doctors never changed my dosage. With Leya, however, they almost tripled it during my pregnancy. After I gave birth, they didn’t bother checking my levels again for over six months. During this time, I was taking WAY too much of the supplement and it was causing me to have heart palpitations, anxiety, insomnia and serious “brain fog”. Even after they leveled out my dosage, I was still feeling some of those symptoms.

I started reading up on Hypothyroidism and other treatment options; I mean, if I was going to be an insomniac, I might as well learn something. Every bit of information I found was completely contradictory. One site said Synthroid is the only safe option while others said Synthroid is the least safe option. Take prescriptions…no, don’t take prescriptions. Take all-natural supplements…no, don’t take all-natural supplements–unless you want a tumor the size of your fist on your thyroid gland. It gets exhausting wondering if you should trust all-natural remedies that don’t offer specific dosages or if you should trust an endocrinologist who gets paid by big pharmaceutical companies to push certain medicines. Too bad it’s not exhausting enough to help me get over my insomnia, right?

Back in April of this year I decided to change my diet entirely to see if that would help. I completely eliminated gluten, soy and dairy and pushed it a little further into the “paleo” zone and took out most starches as well (aside from the occasional sweet potatoes). So, I basically eat meats, fruits, vegetables and nuts. No, it’s not easy. Yes, it does suck at times. But it’s been worth it: I’ve felt a huge difference in my overall health and workout endurance, and the “brain fog” and anxiety have also reduced significantly.

As trendy and obnoxious as the paleo diet sounds, I can honestly say that I won’t go back to a “regular” diet after feeling the changes in my strength and energy. I’m not the type of person to enter a party and be like “Hi, I’m Sara. I eat paleo”, and I, too, laugh at the vegan and Crossfit type jokes (even though I do a lot of Crossfit style workouts myself). But if I believe something can help other people, I’ll spread the word just in case someone needs to hear it.

I don’t know how bread, pasta, potatoes and sugars affect people with normally functioning thyroids, but my body just does not seem to be able to process them. On my old “eat whatever, whenever” d I felt lethargic and, despite the diet’s name, was for some reason always hungry. At almost every meal, I would have a weird and relatively alarming issue where my food would get stuck right at the base of my throat (where the thyroid gland just happens to be) and I would feel like I was choking. I would have to walk around the room to try and get gravity to do its job until I would finally feel the food leave my throat and go down my esophagus. And sometimes I would just end up vomiting. Charming, right? I bet you can’t wait to come over for our next dinner party.

On my current diet I can workout harder and longer, my joints have stopped aching, I no longer choke at every meal and I have way more energy to chase the kids around. I still have a lot of work to do with leveling out my thyroid medication, but changing my diet was a huge step in the right direction!

I definitely have moments when I miss bread (sooo much), but I don’t miss how it made me feel. I’m all about the “treat yo-self” mentality, but not at the cost of my health. If you’ve been considering a diet change, I’d be happy to share my favorite (and most cost effective!) recipes, just shoot me a message! I’ll go ahead and share my absolute favorite breakfast bar recipe:

Mix all of these ingredients together, stick them in a 13×9 baking dish and heat it for about 15-20 minutes in a 350 degree oven:

1 cup of nut butter (I use sunflower butter; it’s a little bit cheaper than almond butter and tastes great!)

1 egg

1/4 tsp salt

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/2 tsp vanilla

1/2 tsp baking soda

1/4 cup raw honey (use some from a local farm

for added health/allergy benefits!)

1 cup of unsweetened shredded coconut

1 cup chopped up mixed nuts (I use cashews, almonds, brazil nuts, pecans)

And you can even add in some dark chocolate chips if you’d like! (make sure they’re at least 70% cocoa to keep them on the healthier side)

It’s super delicious for breakfast and as a snack; I actually prefer it to muffins or danishes (or other sweet breakfast options)…and I have a HUGE sweet tooth. Like if it was a real thing and not just an expression, it’d be the size of my face.

Keep in mind, there is no one diet that works for everyone! Sometimes you have to try a few to see what works. Feel free to comment with any tips or personal experiences!

Also feel free to comment if you’d like to hire me to do party tricks for your next event. “And now here’s Sara with the swollen thyroid gland! Will her food go down or come back up?? Watch and see!” It’s no “Four-Legged Girl from Texas”, but my rates are cheap.


Today Was A Good Day

Today I read my kids 8 books. A couple of them multiple times. I made them homemade paleo shepherds pie. I played in rain puddles with them. I did their laundry and got on my hands and knees to scrub the floors so they’d have a clean place to play. I cuddled them, bathed them and taught them. Everything was going so well. I even had the audacity to be like, “man, these kids have it made.”

Then it happened. The one thing that comes and tries to steal your mom joy. That one moment when you let your guard down and your toddler ruins everything. (Kidding, of course.   Kinda.)

At the end of the night when Lina was cleaning up her toys, she pulled an end table over and it landed on Leya’s noggin. The same table I’ve told her to get off of more times than I can count. And just like that, all of my day’s accomplishments fly straight out the freaking window.

I run towards the girls and of course stub my toe on the way, splitting it wide open. Because, go big or go home, am I right? The edge of the table split Leya’s head open, so between that and my foot, there’s freaking blood everywhere. Leya’s screaming ’cause she’s hurt, Lina’s screaming ’cause she’s about 96% sure she just murdered her mom and sister, and I’m screaming ’cause my foot is missing pieces and my poor little baby is hurt.

It looks like a really lame episode of Dexter happened in my dining room.

I do the annoying friend thing and start sending pictures of Leya’s boo-boo to my nurse friends to ask about survival rates, and then call my husband (crying of course)…because why not let everyone join my panic party? And for a split second, I let myself believe that this was all my fault and that I should have somehow prevented it.

Just like every other parent, I beat myself up about the “should haves”. I “should have” moved that table after the 20th time I told Lina to stop climbing on it. I “should have” been close enough to catch the table. I “should have” used my superpowers to stretch my arm 15 feet to block Leya’s head.

Realistically, sh*t happens. ESPECIALLY when there are kids involved. I mean literally and figuratively, there is just sh*t everywhere, all the time.

But for every crap situation, there are a hundred great ones.

My girls may get hurt at times, they may get sick, they may get yelled at–but they never question how much they’re cared for. Just because 1% of our day wasn’t great, that doesn’t mean the other 99% goes out the window. We just have to clean the wound, smear on some neosporin and move on.

Leya stopped crying and bleeding after a few seconds and it took Lina even less time than that to stop caring. Shocking, I know.

There are going to be days when you feed your kids three square meals, they mind their manners the entire day and you teach them how to build rockets and read sheet music. I just laughed out loud, too, don’t worry. Then there will be days when they watch 176 episodes of VeggieTales and eat nothing but goldfish and fruit snacks.

And then there will be the in-between days like today when you think you’re doing so well and everything falls apart. You can let it all burn to the ground because of one silly thing which, by the way,  could have been MUCH worse, or you can just move on. I cleaned the wounds, cleaned the mess, comforted my girls and threw the table down the basement stairs.

Today was a good day because I let it go.

P.S. You’re welcome for getting Elsa’s voice stuck in your head for the rest of the week.