Monday, March 29, 2010

The Forgotten Secret to a Long, Healthy Life

About 100 years ago, there was a chap called Ilya Mechnikov, who started studying societies that had consistently long and healthy lifespans. (We're talking 100+ years). One thing they had in common, was the practice of eating fermented foods, and bacterial cultures called kefirs. It was he, who invented the term, probiotic.

He was nominated for a Nobel Prize for his work, and scientists today, are looking further into his findings.

This is some of the stuff they've discovered...

Up to 90% of all known human illness and disease can be traced back to an unhealthy colon.

The ideal bacterial ratio in the human gut is 85% probiotic bacteria : 15% pathogenic bacteria.

But most people have 15% probiotic bacteria : 85% pathogenic bacteria. This means that most people's immune systems are terribly ineffective. Without the correct balace, some form of physical disease is likely to manifest.

COMMON SIGNS OF A BACTERIAL IMBALANCE:

  • Difficulty losing weight, sugar/carb cravings
  • Freguent fatigue, poor concentration
  • Frequent constipation or diarrhoea
  • Faulty digestion, acid reflux and other gut disorders
  • Sleeping poorly, and possible night sweats
  • Painful joint inflammations/stiffness
  • Bad breath, gum disease and dental problems
  • Frequent colds, flus or infections
  • Chronic yeast problems, candida
  • Acne, eczema, skin and foot fungus
  • Extreme menstrual or menopausal symptoms
  • Allergies and food sensitivities

Bacteria produce something called enzymes. These little tackers are what digest and deliver nutrients to wherever they need to go. Every body has tens of trillions of cells, and each one needs 100,000 enzymes to function correctly.

If we are deficient in friendly bacteria in the gut, we are also deficient in enzymes. Without them, nutrients do not get used. You can consume the best vitamins in the world, but if you cannot digest and assimilate them, then they are useless.

THINGS THAT KILL GOOD BACTERIA IN THE BODY
  • Antibiotics (we all know this one already, but the rest of the list might surprise you...)
  • Birth Control Pills
  • Steroidal/Hormonal Drugs
  • Fluoride (found in treated water supplies, and toothpaste)
  • Chlorine
  • Coffee/Tea
  • Carbonated drinks
  • Man-made Vitamins
  • Synthetic Ascorbic Acid (synthetic Vitamin C)
  • Radiation
  • Stress
  • Sugar
  • Preservatives
  • Additives
  • Pesticides
  • Fertilisers

But here's the catch...

The strongest bacteria will always kill the weaker ones. And what's more, they compete for food sources. So, most probiotics are a waste of time (and money. They're expensive little pills.), because they provide one, two, or maybe four strains of bacteria, but no food sources with it, so these new bacteria will deplete the number of bad AND good bacteria in your body, as they all compete for food.

One of the best probiotics I've came across, can be found here

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Kids...Gotta love 'em.

Since starting preschool, my little man has been bringing home all kinds of wonderful creations and artistic endeavours.

The cutest one ever, was his carton of "eggs". He brought home an egg-carton, and in each of the egg-holes, he'd carefully placed bottle-tops. When I babysat his little friend, one evening, she threw all the bottle-tops around the room, and my poor little man was horrified, and had to scramble under the couch and collect all his "eggs".


I love seeing his drawings (I think he's quite talented, but that could be just proud mama with her rose-coloured glasses on...).

The dilemma is what to do with them all. I don't have the heart to throw them out, because they're just so adorable.

So I created our very own Wall of Fame.

Problem solved.

Now, I'm well aware that you will never see this splendid idea on Better Homes and Gardens. Bit too messy-looking, and doesn't suit the clean, modern look, but I quite like it. Makes our home seem warm and welcoming.

Below is the latest artwork of his family. He "forgot" to draw his baby brother.

I particularly like how we've all got vampire fangs...

When he was a baby, an older work colleague of mine, suggested keeping a notebook of all the funny little things he says and does, as he grows up, so that I don't forget.

I'm really glad I took her advice because, already, I would have forgotten so much.

For instance, we always give thanks before our meals. One evening, at the tender age of 3, he volunteered to say "grace". Hubby and I looked at each other, and wondered what on earth he was going to come out with.

It went like this: "Thank you for Jesus........For eating.......and.......Amen"

We could barely say "Amen".

We were too busy, bursting with pride.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Rugby and Risotto

Yesterday I actually tore myself away from the computer long enough to make my very own chicken stock, from scratch.

And today I turned it into risotto. I've never made risotto before (although sometimes my attempts at fried rice turn out so much like risotto, that I have been known to pass it off as risotto. But that doesnt count.)

Here it is:


I know what you're thinking. It looks like a bowl of sloppy baby food. I agree, that the aesthetics could be improved somewhat, but it actually tasted really good. The man of the house, and the little man of the house, both turned up their noses at it.

Little do they know, that I have already added it to my menu plan.

Anyway, I didn't get to sit down and enjoy my handiwork in peace, because the man of the house was playing in his first rugby game of the season.

I've been looking forward to this. He hasn't played for a few years, but I have fond memories of watching him play on freezing saturday afternoons, back in our dating days.

He'd assured me that the game started at 1:30pm.

At 1:15pm I was rushing out the door, with baby on one hip, and an armful of bags filled with sunscreens, snacks, drinks, spare nappies, hats.

This in itself, is quite an achievement for me.

You know those wonderful organised mothers, that are prepared for any situation? Your baby does a spit-up down the front of themselves, and those mums have already whipped out a cleaning cloth, while you are frantically searching through your handbag for a spare wipe. Weather turns cold? Never mind, they've got 3 jackets stashed in thier bags and 2 changes of clothes, just in case.

Well....Sad to say, I have never been one of those mothers.

So, I was feeling quietly pleased with myself, for being semi-organised, if running slightly late. Never mind that the house was looking like a bomb hit, because I was on the computer this morning, instead of doing the housework.

We arrive at the rugby oval, only to find that the game started at 12pm, and was already over by the time we arrived.

We all came home looking a bit dejected, and proceeded to lay on the sofa, and eat chips.

The moral to the story is: Timeliness is not my husbands strong point. Bless his heart.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Thank you Ebay...

Last night I decided to list a few things on ebay, and I was waiting (impatiently) for one measly photo to upload, knowing full well that I will probably make about $1 per hour for my time spent listing, answering enquiries, posting the article....

And I thought....

What on earth am I doing?

My time is worth more than this.

After all, time is life. A moment wasted is a moment I'll never see again.

I may as well be doing something I love. (Which is writing and blogging and music). So here I am...

Doing something I love.

I may still only get $1 per hour return for my time, but if I'm enjoying myself, who cares?

Time spent doing something that makes you happy, could never be called wasted time.

You are probably thinking "Ummmm.....DUH" by now. That's exactly what I'm thinking too!!! I guess I have always known this on an intellectual level, but I have never consciously made choices that reflect this belief.

So, I'm going to pack up the items I would have sold on Ebay, and take them to Tonga with me later this year. There's plenty of people there who need them more than me.

So thank you, Ebay. You've made me realise what I really want.

I will no longer be organising items, listing them, uploading photos which take an infuriatingly long time, braving the post office with two little kids in tow...

All for a grand profit of $1.12 after fees. 

My time (a.k.a. my life) is worth more than that.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Sometimes You Can Know TOO Much...

Well, the pity party went off nicely.

I sat in the corner and sulked for five minutes, and then I felt much better, thank you very much.

And then I had another lightbulb moment.

But first, let me explain...

Baby cherub (nearly 8 months) has been a very challenging little guy for me. Health issues, food intolerances, unhappy all the time, wont sleep.

You name it...

Now dont hear me wrong. I love my children more than words, I would lay down my life in a heartbeat for them...

but this child has challenged me like nothing else. I have been ready to pack up and go away on a long holiday many times. I have laid him in his cot, and went out into the garden for a good bawl, several times.

Once, I even walked right around the block, only to hear him, still screaming, when I walked back up the driveway.

I have taken him to this doctor, and that doctor, and countless others trying to get help. I did get his food intolerances and excema fixed, but the sleep issues have continued.

I have read this book, and that book, looking for answers, and tried everything I could think of, with ony limited success.

Dont do this......dont let the baby sleep past 7am........make sure you wrap him up tightly.....dont let him rely on a dummy.....blah, blah, blah....

And now for the lightbulb moment...

I suddenly thought: Maybe I know too much?

Maybe I'm overcomplicating something that should be really simple?

I know my child! The books dont know my child!!

So last night, we had the normal 10pm squirming, and crying, and back-arching. So I pulled off his wrap (Now I'm a big believer in wrapping babies up nice and snugly, but at nearly 8mths, he was probably getting tired of it, but I persisted because the book told me to!)

And instead of patting and shushing and singing, I just handed him his dummy.

Yes!! What a naughty and lazy mummy I am!

Mind you, my mothers generation would not have felt the slightest twinge of guilt about using a dummy. In fact, they probably would have dipped it in some honey for good measure...

And you know what...??

He curled up on his side (gasp!), happily sucking his dummy, and slept the entire night.

And he's still asleep now. At 7:30am.

But before you panic...

I've already checked.

He is breathing.