Author: jill
•10:18 AM
Don't you just love the word, catalyst? It is a uniquely spelled word, and it is fun to say, too. Catalyst. Dictionary.com defines it as a person or thing that precipitates an event or change. Matt Jones has been a catalyst for our family.

He and I have been through so many things together ... super excellent things and really, really bad things. But, we have done them together. Sometimes, we feed off each other - one's enthusiasm for something or, at times, a dislike for something. We make each other laugh, when laughing does not seem possible. We know when to give each other space to figure things out on our own. Wait ... only Jonesy knows how to do this. My approach is more to ask a number of questions until I know what the core of the issue is, and then I back off and let him figure it out on his own, while I secretly solve the problem in my own way. Occasionally, we teach each other things. We always support each other.

So, when Jonesy told me that he was going to eat only raw food for one month, I was cautiously supportive. Cautiously, because I immediately understood that this was not to be taken lightly. Food intake is important because it is the fuel that keeps our bodies running. And, if you do not get the proper nutrition, your body can suffer. My "cautious-ness" (if that is actually a word) stems from my need to control, mixed with my own personality. I am not a "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants" kind of girl. I had not researched how to eat a raw diet and maintain a good level of health. I knew it could be done, but I did not know how; thus, the cautious-ness. But, guess what? Jonesy did an enormous amount of preparation, and he taught me how to do it.

I quickly learned, however, that I could not eat only raw food. I enjoy a number of foods in their raw state, but I also enjoy cooked food, too. Stir fries, hot lattes, cooked grains, pasta, muffins, cookies, granola - these are all things I must have in my life diet. I did enjoy some of the things Jonesy prepared, though; and we discovered some tasty new foods. But, we'll talk more about that later.

When he began his challenge on February 1st, I was acutely aware of what he was eating. Partially to make sure that he was eating enough, but also because I was interested in what he was putting together. I felt bad cooking food and then eating it in front of him. I felt guilty for making his favourites, like spaghetti or baking cookies. But, I got over it; because I had to. We, the kids and I, couldn't not eat. So, I just continued on with my normal Mommy business, knowing that it would just be for the month of February. But would it end there?

I could see it was difficult for him at times. Like when I baked or tried a new recipe. But he never complained or whined. Not once. I think we all know that I would have weeped on a regular basis. Of course, I cry over many things; but, let me assure you that if (by some miracle) Jonesy baked ooey-gooey chocolatey chip cookies and I could not have any .... I would have weeped. And whined. But not him ... he was tough and manly because whining is a sign of weakness of you are a boy. Maybe you didn't know that. He had some tough things to get through in February ... days associated with food ... that is cooked. Caiden's birthday cake, Super Bowl Sunday, Valentine's Day, two weeks of the Olympics with no chips and salsa ... honestly, I think he should have done it in March.

The only negative aspect of the whole experience was that we did not eat supper together anymore. I do not know if it was because it was difficult to watch the rest of eat pizza on Friday night, while he munched on his salad du jour; or, if his body was just on a different timetable. But whatever the reason, our family time at the supper table suffered and, for that reason alone, I did not like the raw experience. The kids - especially the girls - made note of the fact that their Daddy was not sitting at the table with us at supper time every night.

"When will Daddy eat supper with us again?" Marnie asked, a few nights at bedtime. "I like when we all sit together."

The most incredible thing happened, though. Because Jonesy made a change in his diet, many things changed in our household.

We all eat differently now. My children enjoy dried fruits regularly, different kinds of seeds, new grains; and, they are eager to try new foods. They ask for fruit for a snack. The other night after supper, instead asking for dessert (that is, something sweet/chocolatey), Caiden asked for a banana; which was followed by the girls each asking for a piece of fruit. My children have new-found energy, although I am not sure that is good thing ... I'll have to get back to you about that! I, too, have dramatically changed what I eat, thanks in part to Jonesy, the sugar-free cleanse I did in February and the new cookbook, Food Matters, by Mark Bittman.

We have discovered new foods that we love. For me, probably the most loved new food is King Mushrooms. I always loved mushrooms, but these mushrooms are so good. When slightly cooked, they become like silk in your mouth, almost melting. I have learned about different grains, like quinoa, and the flours they make ... like, kamut and spelt. Organic dried apricots and blueberries are new loves as well ... for me and the children. And, a recipe for salad dressing, made creamy by using avocado. Might make some for supper tonight ...

We organized our spices, and the cupboards, as I already told you about in an earlier post. We said goodbye to some things, and also purchased some new tools for the kitchen, like a salad spinner and the most perfect glass serving bowls; and we discovered Bernardin lids to turn some of the many unused (canning) jars we have in the basement, into storage containers.

Jonesy and I re-discovered our love of nuts. Pistachios, macademia, cashews, hazelnuts. Now, for you, these may be things you enjoy every day. But for us, because of Caiden's allergies, we have been terrified to have them in the house. Matt could not have gone raw without nuts, so he had to devise a way of having them in the house that we could feel comfortable with. The result is that we get to have nuts again, and I had forgotten how much I love them. Don't be afraid of nuts ... they are a healthy fat and can be part of weight-loss and healthful living.

The Bulkbarn. We discovered The Bulkbarn. I now make a separate grocery list for The Bulkbarn. Enough said.

From a personal standpoint, I feel so much better. I do not crave sugar and bread anymore. I do not feel weighted down anymore, or sluggish. I have energy to burn ... and maybe I'll actually exercise again! And, although I have not been trying to lose weight, an added bonus was discovered when I stepped on the scales. I have lost just shy of 10lbs in three weeks.

And, I read seven books; which has nothing to do with Jonesy or the raw diet. But, still, I did it in February.

So, February 2010 marked a month of great change in the Jones family. It is amazing how one seemingly small change can spark so many others. There is that word again ... catalyst. Jonesy is always trying to tell me that he is on the cutting edge of change ... perhaps he was right.

So, I bet you are wondering ... I know I was dying to know. What was the first cooked food Jonesy ate on March 1st? It was the homemade Granola ... it must have killing him when it was toasting in the oven!

Anyhow, I cannot wait to see what March brings. You know, I surmised what his challenge for February would be, before he announced it ... by the types of questions he would ask me, or things we would discuss, or the information he would share as he was learning. So this time, he has been very tight-lipped. No hints, no information shared. Other than, the challenge would take up one week of the month of March. I was really hoping that it would involve travel to a new country for March Break ... but he has assured me that is not the challenge. Well, there's always April, right?
Author: jill
•8:29 PM
So, I bet you're wondering ... what exactly is a mom-oholic? I have checked Dictionary.com and there is no listing for "mom-oholic," so maybe it's just a word I made up. But still ... that does not mean that mom-oholics don't exist. It just means that mainstream society has not yet caught on to the idea. Maybe I'll be founder of the Mom-oholics Guild of Canada (MGC) ... it could be like a Quilters' Guild, but the membership would consist of stressed out women, with Type-A personality, who take on way too much and become completely anxiety-ridden at the mere mention of another school bake sale or fun playdate at the park.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Jill and I am a mom-oholic.

A mom-oholic is a person addicted to being a Mom. A mom addict. If you consider the definitions of the word "addict," it all makes sense. According to Dictionary.com, an addict is a person who is addicted to an activity, habit or substance. Therefore, a mom-oholic is addicted to the activities involved in being a Mom. She enjoys making the baby purees, and playing with Lego alongside her child, and watching her child draw picture after picture, and ironing pleats into her baby girl's little skirt and in some bizarre way, she even enjoys changing those little diapers. Everything she does is for her children, and she genuinely takes pleasure in doing these things until her life becomes consumed by them. And then suddenly, the diapers aren't so little anymore. In fact, there aren't even diapers anymore, and yet she continues to hover, her every thought monopolized by what she can do for her kids. Instead of baby food purees, she is making caterpillar cupcakes for kindergarten classes and Thanksgiving cards with treats attached for teachers and students alike. 

As a verb, addict is defined as ... to cause to become physiologically or psychologically dependent on an addictive substance, and to habituate and abandon (oneself) to something compulsively and obsessively. Now ... do you know a woman who has not abandoned herself completely to the little being that has just entered her life? After all, that is the beauty of a baby - they suck you in until you are utterly physiologically and psychologically dependent on them, which usually takes a few mere seconds. Most would say that a baby is dependent on its mother, however in the case of the mom-oholic, the mother is equally as dependent on the child. For instance, I can't imagine not touching my children every day ... I need to, for my own well-being. Now, satisfying this need is never a problem for me because I never leave them for more than a few hours. Are you beginning to see my problem for what it is? 

Do you want full disclosure? I did not leave my first baby until he was fifteen months old. Not once ... not even with his father. I did not run down to the pharmacy for twenty minutes. I did not go out for lunch with a friend. I did not pop over to the grocery store. Ever. And the reason I finally did leave him was because I was pregnant with my first daughter and my mother insisted that there needed to be some separation to prepare Caiden for becoming a big brother. So, I did it because my Mom said that I had to ... that is the only reason.

Every Mom probably has an addiction to her children ... but some manage their addiction better than others. I let myself become so intertwined in my children that I lost myself. So, this blog is for me ... to help take myself back.

Before I had children, I read all the time. I always had a book on the go. Most times it was fiction, but I also read biographies and non-fiction. And, of course, I read cook books. After I got pregnant for the first time, I read nothing but books about being pregnant and child-rearing and cooking for children. My life revolved around them ... my sweet babies. Until about one year ago, when I found a book written by Anderson Cooper, called Dispatches from the Edge. It is one of the most honest, heart-breaking books I have read. I felt like I was intruding on something personal that was really none of my business. And I was fascinated, by both Anderson's story and remembering what it was like to enjoy reading just for the sake of reading.

So, I have decided to challenge myself with something that I enjoy. Because I need to do something for me. Now I just sound selfish, don't I? Ha! It's all about me now ... me, me, me. Maybe I've got an addiction-prone personality and I'll become a me-oholic! Stick around ... it could be that you'd like to join me, fellow mom-oholics ... on my challenge ... on my recovery ... on my journey.

Follow my blog, check back often ... we'll do it together!