When Life Hands You Lemons, Detox.

I don’t know about you, but I already feel the need to cleanse, and it’s only been Halloween. It’s not even Thanksgiving or Christmas yet.

Uuugh. I’m already craving sugar like there’s no tomorrow.

I wish I could say I want the more “healthy” kind of sugar like fig newtons and date logs. But NO. We’re talking straight up buttered toffee and salted caramel truffles.

You know. Those things made entirely out of refined sugar and processed dairy and all the things I don’t believe in?! Yeah, those things.

But that’s when I know it’s time to re-train my taste buds. It’s time to cleanse the palate and start over. Because seriously, refined sugar is a slippery slope. The more you eat it, the more you want it. And the more you want it, the more you eat it!

Next thing you know, your pancreas is keeled over and you end up feeling sluggish all day.

So I’ve decided to go on a cleanse before it gets out of control. Before I gain ten pounds by Thanksgiving. And before I stalk the pantry every two hours like a lethargic leopard looking for the next sugar high.


One of the best and easiest ways I’ve found to nip my sweet tooth in the bud, is to drink lemon water.

Sounds simple enough, right? Well, it is. But it makes such a huge difference. I have found it to be the most effective and inexpensive way to get my taste buds and my body back on track.

It is truly one of the simplest things I can do to detoxify on a daily basis.

And now that I’ve discovered pure lemon essential oil, it has become even more simple. I just drop a few drops in my glass of Kangen water, and I’m on my way. No fuss. No muss. And no more horrors of opening the fridge door to grab a lemon and realizing I am out of lemons, only to realize that its WINTER and I have to bundle up two kids in hats and gloves and boots, and figure out how to strap in all those layers to a carseat, just to get to the store, for ONE lemon!

All you parents of preschoolers, you feel me, right??? You know my pain.


Hallelujah, now I can just reach for my lemon essential oil, which never spoils and costs me less time and money (and STRESS!) than buying lemons. Plus, it has much more of the active component, d Limonene, than the fresh juice does. I don’t know much about Limonene, except that it is the thing that makes lemon so effective at flushing fat and dissolving gallstones and removing waste from the body.

That’s good enough for me.

The oil I use is from Doterra and naturally contains over 70% of this compound. It is cold pressed from the rinds of Italian lemons which are much larger and sweeter and coincidentally much higher in Limonene than those grown anywhere else.

I love that about Doterra. They find the best place to raise the best plants to make the best oils.

Anyway. Back to the lemon water.

Lemons are also alkalizing to the body. In his book, The Ph Miracle, Dr Robert O Young, explains the importance of lemon in maintaining an optimal, slightly alkaline internal environment. He suggests drinking water with baking soda or lemon to combat the cancer-causing, acid-producing foods we eat, such as sugar. Even foods that contain natural sugars (like sweet fruits) are often acidic to the body.

So it is necessary to bring ourselves back into balance with alkaline foods like lemon.

Many health experts suggest drinking warm lemon water on an empty stomach, to maximize its cleansing benefits. I personally like to drink it first thing in the morning. It helps to release bile and flush toxic waste from the liver, when your colon is clean. And the warmth of the water stimulates peristalsis of the colon and intestines. Not to mention, it starts your taste buds out on the right foot, for the rest of the day.

I have found that if I eat something sweet in the morning, I want sweets all day. But if I start out with lemon water, I naturally lean more toward alkaline foods the rest of the day.

How about you?

Are you tired of all the sugar and sweets from Halloween and don’t want to wait until Spring and after the holidays to detox? Perhaps, like me, you need a little help to navigate the next few sugar-laden months and to keep your blood sugar from going beserk from all the sweets?

Try some lemon water. Every day! Squeeze some citrus into your H20. Drop a few drops of its essential oil into your water. Bite into a lemon wedge, heck, I don’t care. Do ALL of the above!

Even if you don’t feel the need for a detox, you can still benefit from this daily practice. We can all use a little boost in Vitamin C, we can all handle a bit more fiber and enzymes.

And let’s face it. Unless you’re a buddhist living in the hills of Cambodia, eating absolutely pure vegetation all day long, then you probably have some toxins going on…

Let’s face it. We live in the land of buttered toffee and holidays made of sugar.

Let’s give our poor little pancreas a break and drink some lemon.


For more info on the benefits of lemon water:

To order Doterra lemon essential oil:


My Journey to Health: Before, After and Beyond.

Well. We’ve reached the end of this series. (YAY! We did it!)

We’ve made it through the good and the bad of my close-up encounter with cancer, and the ugly of losing my father. We’ve lived through the not-so-pretty parts of my tango with weight gain and migraines and miscarriage. We’ve re-visited the pain of infidelity and the horrors of suicide. And now we’ve come face-to-face with our worst fear, the coffee enema!:)

You have, in essence, watched me go from this:


To this:


And from this:


To this:


Now before you get too excited, let me just say that these are not the most accurate “before/after” pictures. Apparently I tried hard NOT to be in pictures when I was at my worst. And for some reason I can’t find any of when I was at my best and healthiest, pre-pregnancy. I am already three months along, in this one.

Oh well.

I think you can see at least some of the progression that I’ve made. Perhaps in looking at these pictures, you can identify at least a few of the positive changes that have taken place in my life. Ones in which the details of my body don’t matter as much as my attitude towards it. Progression in which my size does not matter nearly as much as how healthy I feel…and how happy I am.

At any rate, I want to say thank you for your presence and support on this journey! I feel truly honored that you would come along with me on this walk through the pathways of my past. You have given me the faith to keep going. You have given me courage. Courage to live out my passion. To write. To help. To dream. And to tell my story. I sincerely thank you for that!

So while this may be the end of this particular series, it is definitely not the end of my writing or blogging, nor is it the end of my journey to health!

In many ways, THIS is just the beginning!! As much as I discover new things and new ways to keep me and my family healthy, I will be passing it on to you. The pursuit of health and happiness, is for me, a fun and exciting one, and I am thrilled that I get to share it with you!

I feel beyond blessed that I get to spill my knowledge and experience with you in this way.

Having said all that, I must let you know that I will be taking a little rest from this blog…I will be taking a small break from this and all weekly series, while I bring another human into this world! I say “small break” but you never know how it goes with babies. It could be weeks. It could be months till I get that figured out and get back to a resemblance of a schedule. I might go quiet on you for a month, or I might get an urge to blog in the middle of the night when those after-baby hormones keep me awake. Like I said, ya never know with babies…

But rest assured and be excited that there will be MORE.

When it comes to the topic of health, I’m only geting started! I haven’t even touched the subject of water or coconut oil or the benefits of chiropractic. I’ve only begun to expound on the healing I am currently experiencing with essential oils.

And when it comes to happiness…well. There is no end to the many ways in which I find it, in my daily life. I am constantly discovering small stuff that makes me smile. And I will never stop sharing those with you!

I pray that somewhere in my continuing story, you will find new depths of joy in yours. I hope that somewhere in my ongoing journey, you will find the courage to walk your own. But more than anything, I pray we live our lives fully as God intended.

May we all remember that no matter where we are in our process, there is always hope. There is always LOVE.


And where there is love, there is ALWAYS a way!

Health and blessings and peace (and babies!!)…till next time.

My Journey to Health: A Secret Revealed!

So here’s the skinny. I’ve covered all the topics that I said I would, including community and diet and forgiveness. I’ve talked about gratitude and sunshine and exercise. and how each one played a vital part in my path to health.

I’ve been true and I’ve been honest. And it’s been good!

I was going to sum it all up in this post, with some highlights and possibly a few “before/after pictures” and I was going to call it a wrap. I really needed to finish this series and make some time and room for this baby, after all.

But then the lights came on and I realized that in doing so, I would be leaving something very important out of my story and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t write my last post in this series, until I had written this. I couldn’t end the story of how I became healthy without telling you this secret. Because it’s HUGE.

And in all reality, it has effected EVERYTHING about “my journey to health.”

It’s not that I hadn’t planned to, or even attempted to write about it before, it’s just that I got overwhelmed by the extent of explanation that I felt this subject required. I couldn’t figure out how to explain it in one blog post, much less to dispel any of the misconceptions surrounding it.

Plus, I couldn’t seem to come up with enough of humor to ease the awkward discomfort of this subject!

Today however, I feel different. I don’t care so much about expaining it, or making it funny. I just want to share my story. I just want to tell you the secret that has changed my life, in hopes that it will help change yours or that of someone you know.

Are you ready for it?

You sure????

Ok! It’s called…(drum roll, please!!) the COFFEE ENEMA!!!


Today, I would like to talk to you about livers, intestines…and coffee.

And…it just got weird.

See??!! See why I haven’t written about this before?


Now before you go thinking I am more weird or twisted than I really am, let me assure you that this is actually a non-medically approved healing therapy. YAY! It has been thoroughly NOT tested or approved by the FDA. In fact, they would tell you that, unlike their drugs, it is dangerous and could possibly kill you.

Well, lucky for all of us, I am NOT the FDA. (No small wonder there!) They would have fired me a long time ago, had I been any part of their agenda or regime.

Lucky for them, I am just an ordinary girl in search of real answers for real health issues. And lucky for you, I’ve found a few of those answers, which you now get to read about! Lucky for you, you get to know ALL of my secrets. (Er, well. At least the ones you “need” to know about!!)

And the coffee enema is definitely one of those things. It would be a terrible disservice to you and a massive injustice to me, not to include it in my story. It has after all, single-handedly changed my body, my mind, and my overall health, more than any other physical thing I have done.

While it may not be at the center of your Sunday afternoon discussions, it definitely deserves a place in the global discussion on health. Just because it doesn’t come highly recommended by your pharmacist, doesn’t mean that it hasn’t been proven to be safe or successful by thousands of people for many decades.

Actually, I have found that sometimes the best answers lie in ancient wisdom. Sometimes the oldest methods are the most effective.


The thing is, NO ONE in this modern culture of pills and drive-thru pharmacies, wants to do enemas. I certainly didn’t. NO ONE dreams of lying naked on their left side for fifteen minutes, while a lukewarm liquid flows through their intestines. NO ONE, Including me.

When I first heard of it at Oasis, I thought it was a bit radical, even for something as serious as cancer. Although it was a highly-recommended part of their protocol, I thought that unless you were literally dying on your death bed, you should not have to succomb to such an undignified ritual.

Apparently my dad thought so, too. It was the ONE THING on his protocol that he gently, but firmly refused to do. The nurses came and offered to help him get set up for one, almost daily. But he declined, almost daily.

I don’t really blame him!

I’m guessing that like most of us, he was just overwhelmed by the thought of it, or did not fully understand how much of a difference it could actually have made for him. Had he known how much it could have improved his life, even down to his pain level, I believe he would have followed this part of the protocol more rigorously than anything else.

Like many of us, he just didn’t know! And like his own daughter, he may have been just a little stubborn, too.

I was definitely the latter, until quite a few years later when I found myself at the premature end of an extremely sick pregnancy, in a pool of blood on our bathroom floor. That’s when I went from stubborn to desperate.

This was my second round of being pregnant and “deathly sick” and now I had lost the baby. I knew at that point, that something wasn’t right. I could no longer be comforted by the medical theory that “sick body equals healthy baby”. No matter how many midwives and doctors tried to tell me that this was “normal” I knew in my heart that it was NOT.

And so, I set out to find answers. I wanted to know why my body had responded so violently to pregnancy, not once but twice. I needed to know why, the first time around, it had caused me to have headaches and to puke all day, every day for four months. And why the second time it had rendered me just as sick and life-less and dehydrated, plus aborted my baby.

I buried myself in midwives’ pages, mommy blogs and pregnancy boards to find out what was causing all of this distress in my body. Somewhere in my vague discovery of things like B vitamins and magnesium and even Vitamin D, I read something about a toxic liver and how it could be the cause of extreme sickness in pregnancy. Hm. A toxic liver. Finally something that made sense to me!

I dug a little deeper and found that sure enough, I had ALL the symptoms of a toxic liver. Naturally I began to research the best ways to de-doxify the liver. And guess what I found??

Yep. The Coffee Enema!

In spite of my efforts to push it far from my consciousness, not even six years after my initial encounter and it had come back to haunt me. This time, though, I gave in to its calling. I was desperate and done. Remember? So I caved to its beckoning and began to do that unthinkable, undignified ritual known as the coffee enema.

And was it worth it??

Let’s just say that there is not a condition known to man-I mean-me in the last seven years, that it has not improved. It has positively changed everything that I’ve ever struggled with, including sickness in pregnancy. Not to mention, there has not been a single bad side effect! I have done daily enemas for a year and a half straight and have had no ill side effects whatsoever.

I’ve only had more energy and less pain. More clarity and less headaches. More fun, and less worry.

It may not have been my dream healing plan, but it has made all the difference in the world, for me. It has meant getting out of the house more and playing with my daughter. It has meant enjoying more sunsets and greeting more sunrises. And surprisingly enough, it has made the difference between laying in bed with headaches and nausea for four months and actually feeling like a normal, healthy pregnant woman.


This is me at three months, in THIS pregnancy. Kind of a miracle, as this NEVER would have happened before.

Never before had I felt this good at three months!

Coffee enemas, to me, have meant feeling wonderfully cleansed and rejuvenated, every day. They have meant freedom and light and health.

And my best pregnancy yet!


If you would like to know more about coffee enemas or how to do them, here are some great places to start:

Coffee enemas and cancer: http://www.treating-cancer-alternatively.com/Coffee-enemas.html

Effects on gallbladder and liver: http://www.gallbladderattack.com/coffeeenema.shtml

Great explanation by Dr Wilson: http://www.drlwilson.com/articles/COFFEE%20ENEMA.HTM

Method/recipe that I use: http://www.treating-cancer-alternatively.com/Coffee-enema-recipe.html

My Journey to Health: Getting Fit.


The very word conjured up negative images and unpleasant feelings for me. It made me feel sick, just thinking about how nauseous I would have to get, to work up a sweat (which was almost impossible for me, at the time!) much less to lose weight from it.

It wasn’t that I was lazy, or did not enjoy being physically active. I loved going for walks at the park and strolling through the farmer’s market. In fact, I preferred walking or biking over driving, any day.

It was just that I was frustrated. Fed up with flourescent lights and gym memberships and personal trainers. I was tired of the pressure and the requirement and the obligation that life in a post-modern culture had put on it.


Somehow, in my departure from the naturally active life of a young Amish girl whose family made its living primarily off the land, I had gotten sucked into the dreadful pressures of an image-driven society. One in which chiseled abs and airsprayed legs seemed more important than happiness and where long flowing hair over a flawless size 2 body, had now become the end-all commercial for fitness.


It had, at least for me, lost its basic joy and been reduced to some sort of prequisite for “looking good.” And I was burned out! Burned out at the movement it had become and the motivations that drove it.

Until one day, about two years ago, when I began to love my body and honor its need for pleasure and fun, just as much as its need for exercise.

I returned to my childhood joys and began to garden and walk to the neighbors. I watched my chance to race my daughter to the top of the hill or to the edge of a lake. I would ask my husband to drop me off at the end of my mom’s long dirt driveway and I would run the rest of the way to her house. Then I would help her stack firewood, or feed her chickens. I would get my “exercise” by picking her beans and watering her horses.

Because it was fun! And because I wanted to.

Somewhere around that time, I also began rebounding. Actually I should say I re-discovered it. I remembered how fun it was, and all the reasons why I had bought a mini-trampoline, in the first place, five years before.

I had purchased a “Cellerciser” soon after my dad’s diagnosis of lymphoma, upon hearing about the benefits of rebounding for the immune system, and in healing lymphatic cancer. It was one of the top recommendations that came up, in the classes at Oasis of Hope. Not only that, but I had talked to a few people there who had experienced incredible healing from it.

As per my usual thought process, I thought: If this can heal people from cancer, can it not also prevent people from getting cancer in the first place?

So I bought a rebounder as more of a healing tool for me (and my dad!) than an exercise machine. I bounced on it regularly for a few months and truly enjoyed it. I was amazed at how great I felt after just ten minutes, and how it drained the puffiness from my eyes, like nothing else ever did.

Then I lost my dad, and along with him, I lost my motivation for using it. So I quit. I quit bouncing and dancing and living.

Until that day not that long ago, when I found myself and I found my joy again. The week I committed to doing all the things I used to love, I remembered that small round source of joy that had been my trampoline. It was still stuffed away in the garage from our recent move.

So I dug it out and placed it in a sunny location in our back yard and I jumped and danced my little heart out.

I loved it so much, I began to look forward to it, every morning. I would feel the stagnant lymph draining from my body as the fresh morning air would flood it with oxygen and I would feel energized for the day.

Within a few weeks I began to notice a definite change in my body. I was feeling much better in my clothes, and in my spirit. People noticed and commented on my weight loss but even more so, on my muscle tone and my energy. Even though I was no longer on a strictly clean diet or on HCG, (more on that, later!) like I had been in previous weeks, I was losing mental stress, as well as inches.


And I was getting my Vitamin D! Talk about some mileage from just one activity!

I loved it so much, I haven’t quit. Except for the last month or so of this pregnancy, and even then, only because the midwife strongly advised me not to.

But I miss it! I can’t wait to get back on my rebounder and dance. I can’t wait to feel that rush again. The rush from doing something that not only my body craves, but that my mind also loves.


The word no longer makes me feel nauseous. Instead, it conjures up feelings of health and happiness and well-being.

Because I’ve found something that I love doing, in which exercise is just an added benefit of what I’m already enjoying. I’ve re-discovered some childhood activities, in which fitness is just the by-product and not the focal point, of those activities.

What about you? Does the word “exercise” make you cringe? When you think of fitness, do you think dreadful thoughts of sweat drenched bodies on elyptical machines or half-dead ones panting on the side of a marathon? Are you fed up with dingy gym lights and smelly locker rooms?

Then don’t “do” it. I encourage you to give it a break. Instead, think of the most active things you love doing. And then DO those things. 

Exercise should, at the very least, be FUN. It should never be reduced to a prequisite for “looking good” or even an obligation to being healthy. And it should definitely never be the driving force behind a craze for beauty in an unrealistic, image-driven world.

I believe it should be, as it was in my Amish childhood. Just a normal part of our daily routine and our otherwise happy, everyday lives.

My Journey to Health: Vitamin D

I knew that sunshine gave me Vitamin D. I just didn’t know how important this vitamin was to my health, until I went to see a naturopath for the dehibilating depression that had kept me trapped inside my head and my home for too many months.

I knew it was vital to the people at Oasis, who were battling cancer. Vitamin D was very much a part of the protocol, and oddly enough, the doctors there always encouraged those with cancer to get out in the sun.

Despite the popular notion that the sun is “bad” for our health, they believed the opposite and saw tremendous progress and recovery in those who embraced it as part of their healing plan. I personally noticed that the sun-bathers showed more obvious improvement, than those who stayed in their rooms all day. I saw that even my dad’s declining condition seemed to improve whenever he spent an afternoon in the sun.

Still it never dawned on me that a deficiency in this vitamin could be the problem behind the depression that I now faced, a few years later. Even after seeing it work for the cancer patients at Oasis, I did not think the benefits of Vitamin D applied to me. I mostly just assumed I was getting enough from the summers I spent outside in that hazy Tennessee sun.


I did not know how essential it was to my happiness, until one day when I found myself at the bottom of a very black hole, and in the office of a holistic doctor who told me how depleted I was in this vital nutrient. My husband had lovingly dragged me there after I refused to eat or drink or get out of bed for days.

It was the dead of a dark winter for me. I had no life left in my body, and no fight left in my spirit when he drove me eighty miles south of Nashville to that humble brick building, in the back forty of Alabama, known as Dr Rawdon’s clinic.

Once inside, Dr Rawdon immediately put me at ease with his gentle manner and kind words. He then hooked me up to some hand-held electrodes, which scanned my blood, organs, and cells for any vibrational descepancies that could be going on. Basically, it read my mail-I mean body, and told me every single thing that was wrong with me!

And guess what it found? My vitamin D level was non existent! There was not a trace of it in my body! ZERO. I was shocked at how extremely depleted I was in this essential vitamin. I shook my head in disbelief as the doctor explained how this alone can be THE REASON people jump off of bridges.

In my case, I was also extremely low on all the other “happiness producers” such as serotonin, endorphins, and dopamine.

Is it any wonder I had been feeling depressed??!!

He promptly gave me a list of things he recommended for me to get back on track. And one of the big ones was SUNSHINE! Who knew I had not been getting enough of those warm rays that I loved so much?

He also suggested that I take mega doses of Vitamin D3 in supplement form until the levels are up to where they need to be.

Three days later, I got my first order from Amazon, and I skeptically took my first “dose.” I still doubted that this could have been the missing link to all the darkness and depression. It seemed way too simple.


Just get more sunshine? Take some Vitamin D supplements?

The thing is when you are that depressed, you don’t think anything will help. I would have felt the same way had I gone to a medical doctor and gotten a prescription for prozac. Somehow I believed there was too much wrong with me, and that I, for whatever reason, could NOT be fixed.

But I took those two tiny pills anyway, secretly hoping that I was wrong and that the “quack” doctor from Alabama was right.

And something weird happened. It worked! Within thirty minutes of taking Vitamin D, the color came back to my cheeks, and the warmth came back to my body. I could literally feel the difference! As much as I did not want to admit it, I began to feel better. I felt as though I had gotten a shot of happiness!

And I haven’t been the same since then.

Yes, I still had a lot of “work” to do. I still had some emotional and psychological issues that I needed to address, in my road back to healing. But it seemed that Vitamin D gave me the boost that I needed to get help for those things. Flooding my mind and body with the sunshine vitamin gave me back the desire and the positive energy to work on the issues that remained.

It just so happened that soon after my initial experience with Vitamin D, we moved to one of the sunniest places on earth: Colorado! I know. Isn’t that ironic?? So now I don’t need to take nearly as much in pill form, because I get most of what I need just from the sun! I work and play and garden and bathe in it, every chance I get.

Every morning when I get up, I walk out and face the sun. And I feel hopeful. Happy. Alive!

I know now that if I’m feeling a bit down, I probably just need a shot of sunshine. Or a capsule of Vitamin D. I don’t need to lay in bed for days, trying to find a reason to live.

I don’t need to live in darkness, when there is something as simple as sunshine that can lift me out of it.

A Green Smoothie: The Goddess of All Drinks.

I first learned about the green smoothie seven years ago, when I was actively scouring the web for natural cures to my dad’s cancer.

I stumbled across Victoria Boutenko’s website one day and tried out one of her green smoothie recipes. I was surprised at how delicious it was, and how energized I felt after just one glass. I remember thinking “wow, I might not even need my cup of caffeine after this!”

And I was right. I no longer “needed” coffee to give me that boost. If I felt myself dragging a little in the afternoon, I would whip up one of these green concoctions and instantly feel the boost, not only to my body, but also to my mind.

I quickly became aware that this was more than just a shot of energy. It was life-giving and sustaining in a way that caffeine could not touch. (Sorry, my dear friend Espresso!)

I still feel that boost every time I drink one of these green concoctions.

While it has not entirely replaced my caffeine habit, it has most definitely revamped my health and brought a youthful vitality back to my body. It has since evolved into all sorts of flavors and formulas, and has even departed from that green color a time or two.

But I still love it! In all of its raw forms of goodness.

No matter what combination of fruits and greens you use, it is delicious and highly nutritious! I’m so poetic.


HELLO gorgeous green! HELLO enzymes and anti0xidants. And HELLO pretty much every essential vitamin on the planet!

Vitamins A, C, and B, potassium, beta carotene, omega-three fatty acids, and fiber, this baby’s got it all.

And it’s in a form that even the most irritable and battered digestive system can handle. The process of blending breaks down the phytochemicals of the fruits and veggies, and makes them more available to your body than if you were eating them in a salad, for instance. For more info on this, be sure to check out Victoria’s article about wild chimpanzees and our digestive tract and how it all works. Or doesn’t!


I was really feeling the tropics (read: Hawaii!) today, so I made this one with pineapple, kiwi, and banana. Normally I would add some mango to this combination, but my local King Soopers did not have fresh ones and I had none in my freezer.

I like to use frozen fruits, cuz I like my smoothies really cold! Especially in the summer. Especially when I’m pregnant. And hot. And bulging.

Ok I’ll stop.

Here’s a little tip, though: Buy fresh organic fruit in the summer when it’s cheap, ripe, and in season and then freeze it yourself. It is way cheaper and tastier than buying a bag of frozen fruit from the grocery aisle.


That’s what I had done with some nectarines earlier this week, when they were super cheap at Sprouts. So I used those instead of mangoes.


I added a few handfuls of spinach, a chunk of ginger, some fresh lime juice and coconut water, and boom!


I got this!

Oooh, the goodness. And the green-ness of this life-giving drink! This combination was so amazing, that I named it after my favorite place in the world: Hawaii.

I highly recommend it for anyone who wants to boost their metabolism or just simply increase their plant consumption. Make this every day and it will put you leaps and bounds ahead of the pack, in terms of aging and fighting disease and how ALIVE you feel.

Hawaiian Green Smoothie

by Ruthie

Prep Time: 15 minutes

Cook Time: 0

Ingredients (2 pints)

  • 3/4 cup coconut water (or juice)
  • 1/2 heaping cup chopped, frozen kiwi
  • 1/2 heaping cup chopped, frozen pineapple
  • 1/2 heaping cup chopped, frozen mangoes (or nectarines)
  • 1-3 inch piece of frozen banana (depending on how sweet you like it)
  • 1/2 inch chunk of ginger
  • 5 Peppermint leaves
  • 1 squeeze of lime
  • 1 Tablespoon hemp or sunflower seeds
  • 1 Tablespoon flax or pumpkin seeds
  • 1/4 avocado
  • 2-4 handfuls of spinach (as much as you can handle!)
  • 1/2 heaping cup crushed ice


Blend everything except the last three ingredients on high for thirty seconds.

Add avocado, spinach, and crushed ice and blend for another twenty seconds.

Serve and enjoy!

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My Journey to Health: Changing Diet

I have always thought of myself as pretty healthy. I’ve never needed surgery, been obese, or even had a tooth cavity that I can remember.

But “healthy” is relative. Especially in this fast food-obsessed culture that we live in.

Is it healthy to eat a diet of low-fat yogurt and chicken breasts, but have frequent headaches? Is it healthy to eat turkey bacon and whole wheat bread but still fight adult acne? Is it healthy to eat processed food devoid of nutrients, as long as it’s low-fat, low-sodium, trans-fat and gluten-free? But then struggle with depression?

I don’t think so.

My “healthy” diet definitely wasn’t working for me, when I began my trips to Mexico. Every time I went to see my dad at Oasis of Hope, I would detox for the first three days. But after a week of eating their whole plant foods, I would leave with clear skin, and clarity of mind, feeling better than before.

I soon realized that something was wrong with my current diet, and that there was a far better way. By that point, I had read quite a few books about nutrition, natural cures and cancer,  including:

The Ph Miracle

Natural Cures They Don’t Want Us to Know About

The Gerson Therapy, and

God’s Way to Ultimate Health

One of the first, but still most compelling things I came across was the testimony of Dr Lorraine Day, an MD who had completely cured her stage four breast cancer, by diet alone. I immersed myself in her website , ordered a copy of her books and dvds and then sent them to my dad.


Her story ignited the spark of hope in my heart for the healing possibilities that lay in plant foods.

I was already somewhat of a believer when I met the “walking miracles” at Oasis: people who had cured themselves with nutrition. I witnessed their joy when they came for their third or fourth checkups and found their bodies completely clear of cancer. I personally saw a few of them transform from weak, pale, and hunched over in a wheelchair, to walking and vibrant several weeks later!

I couldn’t believe the difference I saw in these people. I could not help but notice the miracles that happened when people flooded their bodies with the right kind of food.

Even my dad’s struggle and death could not dampen my desire to know more about this phenomenon. In fact, it only fueled the hunger in my heart to find the answers. To discover the antidote to the disease that took him away from us so early.

If there was a cure hidden in spinach, I was going to find it. So I kept searching and reading and asking questions.


I asked the questions that still beg to be answered: if food can cure disease, can it not also prevent disease? If we can heal our bodies of stage four cancer with raw living food and pure water, can we not prevent it by doing the same?

It was a simple concept, but one that formed the basis of a new lifestyle and diet for me.

I slowly began to incorporate some of the things I had heard about and seen. I took some online classes and continued to read every single book about health and nutrition I could get my hands on, including:

The China Study

Eat to Live

The Maker’s Diet, and

Healthy at 100.

It took me a few years to make sense of all the things I had studied and found. For awhile I became confused, because they all said something a little different. Some even contradicted each other.

But eventually the books along with all the testimonies and the miracles I had witnessed made sense to me. There was a common theme through everything I had read and seen. There was one thing they all agreed on. And it was this.

(Are you ready for it??)


And, for me personally it was:


So that’s what I did. I ate more plants. ALOT more!

When I first started out, I was eating about 85% non-plant foods, and 15% plant fooods. I had every physical ailment mentioned above, and my digestion system was NOT working. At all!

I am happy to say that now those numbers are exactly opposite and I feel better than ever. I can’t even tell you what a difference this has made to my health. I am stronger, more energetic, and every single one of those problems have disappeared.

And so I ask you: Are you “healthy,” but tired? Have you made yourself at home with things like headaches or acne or constipation? Let me assure you, you don’t need to!


Simply add more fruits and veggies to your diet. It may seem overly simplistic, but it works.

Make a goal to double your current daily intake of plants.

In his book, Eat to Live, Dr Furhman suggests eating one pound of raw veggies and one pound of cooked veggies, every single day. While this may seem a little over-the-top, let me remind you that the typical “healthy” diet in America, is so upside down on this. We are not eating nearly enough of the good stuff. I venture to say that most of our charts look a lot like mine did, at only 15% plant food, or less. And yet, this is the stuff that heals us!

Most of us are so far removed from where we should be, it takes a radical effort to come back into balance. If we are extremely depleted of nutrients, then we must take aggressive action to bring our bodies back to health again. Back to the true ‘normal.’ The way we were meant to eat and live.


So, load up on your greens. Gnaw on your celery. Sautee your broccoli. Juice your carrots. Fry your mushrooms. I don’t care, just EAT MORE VEGGIES.

I challenge you not to change anything else, and see if like me, you can’t feel a difference.

In my next post I will share one of my not-so-secret weapons that I use to drastically increase me and my family’s plant consumption. It’s called the Green Smoothie.

Stay tuned! And in the meantime, eat some spinach. Your mind and your body will thank you!