The Grocery store Blues

I used to love grocery shopping. When my girls were little, it was a night out. I knew all the employees at my IGA store, we’d laugh, joke around, arm wrestle at the check-out lane…it was great. Now, I detest grocery shopping. Everything is digital, You have to have an app for every store you shop. It takes me hours to scroll through the online coupons, and the majority of the coupons are not food items. There are so many coupons on there that I zone out about halfway through, and miss a coupon that I would like to use. I use my phone to take a photo of the sale tag, and make the checkout people figure out how to give me that price.

Now we’ve got this ridiculous inflation robbing our retirement savings, and our president, Joe Biden, keep trying to tell us that things are getting better. “Maybe for you, Mr. Biden, who gets regular bribe payments from China, but us working folk are struggling. I now leave the store grocery store feeling guilty, every week I shop. What did I buy? How did I spend that much? It’s so depressing. And yes, I’m still buying meat, stocking up when prices are lower. (I hear the collective gasp…”What?! you still buy meat?) Yeah, but not for long. We’re about ready to switch to a mostly beans diet soon.

On top of all of this, my local Kroger is doing a makeover of the store I shop, so the tiles are all torn out, with a low budget feel to the entire store, giving the impression that I’m actually at Big Lots, or Ollie’s Outlet…until I get to the checkout. $$$$$$$$$.

They have also done an entire store reset, with all the groceries and other items in opposite directions of where they used to be. Today I searched for hours for the honey, finally had to give up and ask an employee for a clue. They rolled their eyes, insinuating a silent DUH, and informed me that the honey was now in the bread aisle, near the produce. That’s the first aisle I walk, when I come in the store, but no one warned me about the honey move. I mean, why? Did the honey bees swarm to that aisle or what? That shelf area used to stock the taco shells, refried beans, and other Tex-mex items. Who makes these decisions, and why don’t they have a new map of the store to hand out to every shopper? I get more exercise in the grocery store now than I do on my treadmill, but I feel a lot like George Jetson while I’m wandering around in a frenzy, trying to find groceries (or an employee in the know). “Help, Jane, Stop this crazy game!”

But I survived today’s outing, just barely, and when hubby gets home, we have to drive over to Kroger again to use our gas points. That’s the only reason I stick with Kroger (that, and it’s also a very short drive). With us going into a holiday weekend, it will be a crazy outing for gas, trying to fill up both cars on one pump. We do what we gotta do, then we do it all over again. There’s a reason the grocery stores are set up to lead you to the headache medicine aisle right before you check-out. Help, Jane!

Suffering Comes to us All

My self challenge to write a daily post during Lent (or, almost daily post, with that one miss!) has revealed to me that many people suffer from chronic illnesses. I get a lot of private replies from people who can relate to some of my symptoms, and who share their own stories with me. I believe what many people say, that our environment is no longer “health friendly.” We have pollution from so many sources, the worst coming from car vehicle exhaust and factory exhaust, but we also bring chemicals into our homes by way of “standard” cleaning chemicals (bleach being one of the worst) and also with items that are often sold as healthy options, such as essential oils, and even some “healthy foods.” I have been hypersensitive to noxious smells for many years. And for all of you perfume/cologne wearing people. PLEASE cut back on the scents! Perfumes are one of my worst triggers. Perfume is supposed to be used very sparingly, for snuggling close to your sweetheart, not dumped over your body so the entire concert hall can smell you! I also get overwhelmed in my car, with the exhaust from other cars coming into the car. I try to keep the outside air vent closed, but that fogs up the windows in the winter, so it can be a tricky balance. And, I get REALLY bothered by incense during Mass. People will try to explain the beauty and symbolism of incense. Yeah, I get it. It’s not a decision I make to dislike incense. It’s my autoimmune overreaction saying, “DANGER! Get the heck out of here or you’re going to die!” I have no control over my body’s reaction to such triggers. I was wearing masks years before Covid made them standard equipment, except mine was a respirator mask with a charcoal filter.

And now, with marijuana being legal in our state, we also get that smell EVERYWHERE! In, our car, at the zoo, shopping in stores…, from the open windows of our next-door neighbor’s house…that is a seriously rank and noxious odor, and there’s no way to avoid it! And people are obviously driving under the influence of drugs. How can this even be happening?!

Many of the “newer” health gurus are saying, if you can smell any kind of fragrance or annoying smell from a product, it needs to be removed from your house. I’ll admit, I have a hard time throwing out things that I’ve stocked up on, just because of a mild, lemony smell. But if I was serious about it, I would have to admit that essential oil additives often seem too strong for me. I never use essential oils anymore. However, extreme frugality sometimes wins out over potential health concerns, if the smells don’t annoy me.

According to my biological dentist, I was one of a very small number of his patients who actually noticed actual improvement in my health after having all of my silver mercury fillings removed. My mouth was filled with silver mercury! I started out having just a few removed, with the idea to spread it out over a few years, because the biological dentist I was seeing had recommended several crowns, which are VERY expensive. I had a few of the fillings removed and one crown, and had to stop. A few years later, I called for another appointment, because I noticed that my sensitivity to smells had been noticeably mitigated. At that point, the dentist decided to help me. When I met with him again, he said that he had reviewed my records, and decided that he was willing to do standard fillings on all remaining teeth with silver fillings. Those regular fillings might not last as long as crowns, but it was a way he could get the rest of my fillings out at a significantly decreased cost for me (who has no dental insurance.) I honestly think that he was just happy to have a patient who had actually experienced an improvement in health with the silver removal. He told me that most people actually notice no physical difference after the removal. So, I got a HUGE discount on the removal and fillings (done with the proper and safe techniques for such a procedure, involving “hazardous waste”) That should open your eyes to the real danger of silver-mercury fillings! and now my mouth is silver-free! And, that dentist is now retired, so I feel blessed to have that situation all taken care of)

In addition to all of the noxious poisons in the air, in our cleaning products, in home improvement paints shellacs and other “finishes,” it’s also in our foods (if we don’t pay extra for organics, or grow our own food/raise our own chickens.)

It seems to me that we’re all in a heap of trouble. I have so many friends suffering from serious/chronic illnesses, and everywhere we go, we encounter people suffering from obesity.

Many years ago, when I first began my dallying in a healthier diet, I read a book called “ Wheat Belly.” It was eye-opening. The main thing I remember from that book (other than the fact that modern wheat is increasing the rate of obesity,) is the explanation of how modern farmers harvest the wheat. According to that book, when the wheat is just about ready for harvesting, it is thoroughly SOAKED in glyphosate, that megalith Monsanto herbicide product, that has been banned for use in all of Europe! Spraying the wheat with an herbicide puts the wheat plants into stress, which causes the plants to produce more seed. In other words, it’s done to increase production. And then that wheat is used to produce our breads, pastas, and any other products using wheat. Then our bodies look for places to store those toxins, and actually produce more fat cells for that purpose! You can see the “poison bloat” in people’s faces! Yeah, thank you so much, Monsanto, for setting up the public for major health issues with your poison, known as Roundup, used by all big farms in the United States. Many lawsuits have been brought against them, but big companies rarely fall to their knees with such claims, because big companies have big influence in our government, and also big cash reserves. Only a grassroots groundswell of informed shoppers boycotting their products, and also boycotting non-organic wheat products, will wake them up (and encourage more farmers to use safer means of farming). I think it’s WAY past time to make that happen here in the U.S! I hope that have had enough, and will choose only organic wheat products from now on.

Lent: Another Day, Another Expensive Microwave

They just don’t make things like they used to. My Grandparents used to say that all the time, but back then, things did last for a while, and, there were fix-it shops scattered around town to get you back in business. Shoes, broken appliances, cars, they could be fixed by skilled people. I can remember going to the local shoe repair man with my mom. His garage was his repair shop. We’d drop off shoes and pick them up a few days later. I loved visiting that shop. Now a-days, everything is made overseas (China, most likely, where things are NOT built to last) and now my husband and I are looking at tossing out our 4 year old microwave in the trash (or wherever old microwaves are supposed to be taken.) My husband used it yesterday evening to reheat some leftovers, and shortly after, I tried to heat up some soup….no go. I tested it several times, with the soup, and then with a cup of water, but nope, it had given up the ghost. Husband tried a few things, and he’s REALLY good at fixing things, but microwave ovens are mysterious creatures. Nothing he tried made any difference. When he gives up on something, you know it’s a hopeless cause. He went on Amazon and ordered a marked-down microwave (i.e., the box was damaged), and it will be delivered on Saturday. Just another unexpected expense, right when my health is forcing me to quit my job.

I’m going to make note of the new microwave’s arrival on my iPad calendar, like a birthday, popping up every year, so that I can keep track of how long this one lasts. And, just in case you’re wondering, the one that just died is a Hamilton Beach. I can no longer recommend that brand!

This morning, I had to get out a pan, and add water, then add beans, then wait for the burner on the stove to heat up, then put the pan on the stove top and wait for the water to start boiling. It was tedious, wasted ten minutes of my morning! 😜

I remember my parent’s microwave, it lasted for YEARS! And my husband took his parent’s old microwave (which was huge), to use in the kitchen at his photo studio. That thing kept going forever. We moved it with us into his final studio location, and didn’t get rid of it until we sold the studio. That thing had to be 20 years old, built like a tank, and built to last. That kind of high quality obviously cut down on foreign countries’ profits, so all those companies cut way down on quality parts, so that they could sell more to the United States. Then Amazon happened, and now we happily and conveniently order most of what we need from Amazon, not thinking about the (many) negative effects of such a lifestyle. (There’s more than one way to bring a country to its knees!) As for me, you’ll find me at the thrift store or at yard sales in the summer, for most of my material needs, and I’m still pushing my cart around the grocery store every week, using coupons and searching for the best deals (and also shopping on Fridays, which is my least favorite day to shop), just for the extra “gas points.”

My complaining is done “in fun,” but I know that there are so many people living on the edge these days, I wonder what God is trying to tell us. Let me guess. He’s saying what He has always said, which is, “Turn to me for peace and joy and fulfillment, and for the promise of eternal joy and salvation. The passing things of this life can never completely satisfy our longing. And especially now, with certain countries stocking up on nuclear weapons, sending them up into orbit where they can obliterate life with the touch of a button, it’s time to turn to the source of all life, and to place our lives and our trust in Him, the one, true God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, a trinity of love, longing for us to find our way back to the safety of our triune God’s embrace, where life, love and happiness are found in abundance, and will last throughout eternity. Now there’s something we really CAN count on to last!

Lent 2024 with Charlene, Hoping for Healing

Today I went grocery shopping, looking for the foods that I will need to help my body heal. My daughter is a big fan of Karen Hurd, the (so-called) “ Bean Queen” Her story is quite amazing. I will share a link below, so you can read about it, if you like, but the beginning of her bean-loving reputation came about because her baby was poisoned by some exterminator who came into her house and sprayed for carpet beetles. He sprayed a solution that was MUCH too strong, and Karen’s baby nearly died. She did some online research and saved her child with “bean juice.” Her story, expertise and education blossomed from that situation, and that is why my northern grandkids eat beans at every meal. Turns out that popular song was true: “Beans, beans, the magical fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot, the more you toot, the better you feel, so let’s have beans for EVERY MEAL!”

My oldest daughter and her family have been eating beans at every meal for years. Her kids complained a lot, and sometimes took an hour to eat those beans, but the desire to heal her family was strong in my daughter’s heart, so she put up with the whining. They’re all pretty good now, about eating their beans…now it’s my turn to whine!

Beans are actually quite tasty, most of the time. Over the years, I’ve used them often making chili, (and, since we were always a tex-mex loving family, with burritos and quesadillas, using refrieds) so it’s nothing new to me. And nothing new to my daughter, either, because refried beans were her favorite food! But I’m just getting started on the daily beans diet. To make it easy on myself, I chose my favorite and easiest beans for my staple, canned, organic black beans.

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Beans actually are a magical kind of “fruit,” because they help remove toxins from our bodies, better than any other food. I cannot recall the mechanics of how this takes place, but you can read about that in my link to Karen Hurd, at the end of today’s post. There are some healing practitioners who recommend the Carnivore diet, but who can afford meat these days? I do continue to buy small amounts of chicken and ground beef, but now that I’m no longer working, we might have to cut back even further on our meat purchases. Today I went for a quick grocery shopping trip, not all that many things on the list. The total was over $150! I’m looking forward to the day when I can do a weekly shopping for a family of two, and see a total closer to $75-$80, like it used to be. Grocery prices are absurd right now. We have got to find a way to bring prices back down to livable levels!

But, back to the beans (which, BTW, are very economically priced!)

Right now I’m wishing that I would have started the “BAEM” a long time ago. I pronounce that “Beans At Every Meal” acronym as “bam,” which seems rather appropriate considering what happens after you eat beans. That was the main reason I delayed starting the diet. I wasn’t ready to give up my social life just yet. Now that my symptoms are working to keep me at home, I’m desperate enough to give it a try. Today is a pretty bad day, symptom-wise. I woke up feeling weak and dizzy, and it’s getting worse as the day goes on. My head is a helium balloon, filling up with air and about to explode, and my legs are wet noodles. It’s a good thing they provide sturdy “walkers” at the grocery store, or I’d never get that done, either. But hey, how convenient for me that it’s the season of Lent! I don’t have to think of sacrifices to make, because sacrifices are being forced upon me, kinda like sixteen years ago, when I suffered like mad through medical “treatments” for breast cancer. That was the worst year of my life, and the holiest Lent I ever had. And it’s also, at least partially, the cause of my myriad of ongoing symptoms now, especially my adrenal fatigue and thyroid meltdown, but at least I’m still here, for now. And I won’t let it keep me down for too long. It’s difficult to feel down, when my head is a helium balloon. I’ll spend the rest of this blustery day holding on tight, so I don’t drift off into the heavens!

https://www.karenhurd.com