Bread and Milk

I read somewhere that you can make glue from wheat flour. It was a craft project. Sure enough its a simple water and flour paste.  But if I eat it, does it do the same thing?Milk was something I loved as a child. It was rich and creamy and yummy. This of course was in the 60′ and 70’s before homogenization and ultra pasteurization became the norm.

I was fine with milk till about the early 90’s. At that time I started to have the very embarrassing problem of gas, really smelly gas. I worked in an office. I took the train to work. I rode on elevators. None of these are good places to release smelly gas farts. Back then I had not made the connection.  I had already been a vegetarian for almost 10 years at that point but my diet included pasta, cheese, milk  and bread in large amounts just about every single day. I was also taking super high doses of vitamins and supplements.

It was not until 2007 that I stopped eating milk products and found to my complete surprise that the smelly gas went away!

At first I thought I was lactose intolerant. So, yes, I tried those lactaid pills.  They didn’t really work.

I found that I could tolerate organic milk, so then I thought it was the rBst and rbGH.

Then I started to hear about A2 and A1 milk proteins. A2 and A1 are types of casein protein . A1 is most common in north American cows while  A2 is more common among Indian cows (the ones with the big hump on the back).  This explained why during the 7 weeks in India I had no gas, bloating, or smelly exhaust problems.

Now I love cake, chocolate cake to be more specific, and I have no plans to stop eating it.  So that is going to be a source of both milk and wheat in my diet.  So I had to reduce all the other sources so the impact of the cake would be negligible.

I do believe in moderation, just not where chocolate in concerned. Making and buying vegan cake and brownies is another option. I do have my own recipes for these and I prefer to eat the vegan version when possible.  I feel so much better after eating them.

My initial goal had been to try to keep my bread intake down to 1 slice of bread per day or one serving of wheat per day. At this point I have switched to rice noodles which are incredibly cheap in China town and I only have pasta once or twice a month. I used to have pasta almost every day and bread almost everyday. Now I’ll have toast or a sandwich maybe once a week.

I keep the bread and bagels in the freezer. Just one loaf and a few bagels can last more than a month for the 2 of us.

As a general rule I read the ingredients on almost every thing I eat. I found that most of the bread now also has milk in it. It’s really hard to find bread that does not have milk.  Really, bread should be grain, yeast, sugar. Everything else is extra.

I’ll be 53  in a couple of weeks.

I’ve been vegetarian since 1987,

so thats, 29 years of no meat, poultry, or fish.
Staying healthy is so much more important to me now.
yes I feel better.
every bit helps

 

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Following Directions

After a year of studying the options trading and paper trading for the last 6 months. I am finding that like so many others things I have gotten into, me not following directions is a real problem.

There was a time when I could indeed follow directions exactly as given. Somewhere along the way I stopped doing that. Improvising, adjusting and modifying became the new way to do things. For some things this is great, like modifying recipes to make then vegetarian or vegan. But for business and mentorship relationships this has become a real problem.

I am acting like I know better when I am in fact the amateur. I came fro training and instead I am making the rules.

Almost all of my failed real money trades fall into the category of behavior. So do my previous home business attempts where I was joining an already existing business.

I need to get out of my way.

I know how to do that, I do it all the the time for successful healing sessions, channeling and meditations.

But when it comes to money  I seem to be unable to follow the rules.

 

 

This is for the women

This is for the women who don’t give a fuck.

The women who are first to get naked, howl at the moon and jump into the sea.

The women who drink too much whisky, stay up too late and have sex like they mean it.

The women who know they aren’t sluts because they enjoy sex, but human beings with a healthy sexual appetite.

The women who will ask you for what they need in bed.

This is for the women who seek relentless joy; the ones who know how to laugh with their whole souls.

The women who speak to strangers because they have no fear in their hearts.

The ones who wear “night make up” in the morning or don’t own mascara.

The women who know their worth, who plant their feet and roar in their brilliance.

The women who aren’t afraid to tell a man to get the fuck out of her heart if he doesn’t honour her heart.

This is for the women who rock combat boots with frilly skirts.

The women who swear like truck drivers.

The women who hold the people who harass or wrong them with fierce accountability.

The women who flip gender norms and false limitations the bird and live to run successful companies giving “the man” a run for his name.

The ones who don’t find their success a compliment just because they have a vagina.

Women like Gloria Steinem who, when she was told, “We want a writer, not a woman. Go home,” kept writing anyway.

This is for the women who drink coffee at midnight and wine in the morning, and dare you to question it.

For the women who open doors for men and are confident enough to have doors opened for them.

Who use “no” to be in service for themselves.

Who don’t give a damn about pleasing the world, and do sweetly as they wish.

For the superheroes—the single moms who work three jobs to make it. I salute your resilient, cape-flapping, ambitious selves.

This is for the women who throw down what they love, and don’t waste time following society’s pressures to exist behind a white picket fence.

The women who create wildly, unbalanced, ferociously and in a blur at times.

The women who know how to be busy and know how to plant their feet in the earth and get grounded.

These are the women I want around me.

Poem by Janne Robinson
Photo from Burning Man taken by Spencer Tunick

Curious about ‪the ‪Stock‬ ‪Market‬?

Feb 4th save that date…

 

I’ve been taking this amazing program, Mastering the Markets, to learn how to trade the stock market,to learn what it’s about, to get to a point of understanding it.

I know how hard you work to earn a living.  Slaving away from 9 to 5 barely getting ahead, and making someone else rich in the process.  It sucks. If you’re here in NYC with me you are getting jammed into a train or bus during rush hour and getting way to close to other folks that are aromatic…

Consider giving up the commute… check out the Mastermind Traders website, and see what you think.  You don’t have to be a stock market wiz with a Bachelors of Finance to trade.  Just regular guys and gals like you and I can do this.  And best yet, you don’t even have to quite your day job!  Well, just not yet…d

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Bears and Bulls

In grades school, many decades ago, My best friend Anna was given stock in a company as a birthday gift from her parents. She proudly showed us the stock certificate.

Wow, how cool is that! she can own a piece of a company?

This year, some 40 years later, has been the year to learn the market, to buy stock and trade options.

My parents never did any of these things, there was no on in my family to teach me these things. Mom showed me how to use the mattress to save money, LOL. Other than just knowing the words I had no idea what it was all really about.

I want to thank Peak Potentials for offering the course “Master the Markets” and Carl Johnson for being such an awesome teacher! A teacher I could understand and follow when I was coming from total zero knowledge of the subject.

It’s been like learning a foreign language.  I have a friend who would ask me questions. Earlier this year I did not yet feel comfortable with the language. I would let him talk and I would do most of the listening. Then,  just a few days ago over New Years Eve dinner, I found I felt confident and willing to talk about what I knew and what I did.  It felt really awesome.

Now, I am learning to the manage the emotional part of the game. I can read the candle sticks and the indicators and use the stock screener. But paper and real money are two different games emotionally.

The goal is intraday trading. It’s so exciting! but right now I suck at it.

Turns out I really love Options Trading. I can spend the whole day at it. Like software engineering, where I just wanted to do “one more compile”, I am very happily addicted to trading.

Its a really good place to be, when what you love to do, can earn you some money. I got the love part down, now for some money.

Do what you love… the money will follow

The Garden of Eve

I used to have a black thumb. I could kill any plant. Many of my mom’s plants where a victim of this black thumb.

Then in the late 1990’s I signed up to be a Garden Guide at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and was required to take 6 months of training that were equivalent to college level botany.For me that really helped. It also reconnected me to an event in my childhood.

We were in class learning about soil and how to not call it dirt. I got my hands in it, and remembered being a little girl in 1st grade planting in the schools garden program and how I loved it. I loved the feel of the soil and the smell of the soil.

I laughed as I remembered the high school test to determine what we would be happiest doing.  My test results said I should work on a farm! I had been outraged at the test results. I wanted to major in Math, in geometry. I wanted to map the world and every object in it. But yeah, soil, felt so, so good.

I loved numbers, I loved soil and I was about to learn to love plants. There was a scene in the movie POWDER , (I own it on laser disc), where the trees in the entire forest are described as being one single plant, living and breathing.  That scene stayed with me. The connectedness of life astounded me. It was a reminder of how things really are that has been forgotten.

But I’m  a city gal! born and raised in Manhattan. Central Park was my only source of green.  And then I went to Convocation in 1993 and visited Lake Shrine and Mother Center and Encinitas. I came back every single year for 14 years in a row.  The trips got longer from 1 week to 3 weeks at a time. La Joya was a treat on one of the years as was Hidden Valley in Escondido.

The Coastal Vacations Travel membership, which I got so I could work from home, had been appealing because being out in nature, traveling out of NYC was indeed what I wanted to do. I had gone to Puerto Rico a few times by then and I loved it there.  My mom had been spending the entire winter there, only returning to NYC in the spring.  What a great way to live!

But I am still in NYC, and I have no outdoor garden space.  But I do love soil and plants and I have a love affair with seeds.

I eat it, I like it , I plant it.

Yeah that is pretty much how I have been. My window sill is a testament to that.

The Avocado, Mango, Date Palm, Lemon, Lychee, Clementine were all started from seed. And yes I know it will be 5 plus years to get fruit, but I would have had fruit already if the ones from 2009 had not died in the frost in the Poconos.

Lenny makes compost, and I plant seeds. It’s a great combination.

Grounded

Gosh do I miss travelling.

Before 2010 my daughter used to call me her nomad mom.

Then my mom had the first of what would be 4 catastrophic strokes.

The 7 weeks spent in India in 2012 right after mom went into the nursing home were a needed disconnect and break from everything that had been engulfing me.

Its been a long time.

and while central park is nice, camping is even better.

There is some trail calling me.