Okay, maybe not completely, cause if you’ve talked to me recently, then I’ve probably mentionned this about oh, maybe a million times already! But I am sold. Totally and utterely sold. In fact, I’m am so sold, that when I get my real live horse next fall, he/she will be on a hemp diet too. I’ve heard all the jokes (mostly at work) but I’ve been eating hemp seed for a little while now, and I am convinced it is making a big difference in how I’ve been feeling. Not just mentally (I’ve always been a tad crazy) but physically too. Either that or it really is all in my head (which means I’m more than just a tad crazy!) According to what I’ve been able to find out so far, hemp is pretty much a fantastic addition to almost anyone’s diet, including horses and other livestock, even dogs. The only animal it is not recommended for is cats, because of their more carnivorous diet.
When I came home today from work, I was beyond tired. I’d had a really bad night’s sleep, waking up at 3am with the sweats (yet again!! WTF – I am too young for menopause, but I’m starting to think this is the beginning of perimenopause) and tossing and turning for the rest of the night, till I finally fell into a coma just before my alarm went off. Of course. So I didn’t ride today, although North could have used an outing. I was just too tired. Brain dead tired. Came home, had a bite to eat, turned on the puter to write some emails, and ate some hemp seeds as I was surfing a bit. Twenty minutes later, I was resting on the couch, (I had planned on taking a nap as soon as I got home and ate), listening to ‘The Point’ on CBC and feeling a lot better. I was still tired, but my brain didn’t hurt so much anymore. And I was feeling relaxed, and comfy. Yes, could have been the big comfy couch, the closing of my eyes, the full tummy, but been there done that. This felt good beyond that. So I’m going to give the credit to my new found miracle food for now. And have I mentionned my swimmer’s knee? It feels a helluva lot better lately too. So I’m going to keep scarfing the seeds (recommended 3-4 tbsps a day) and even if it is my mind playing tricks (which I don’t believe for a minute), I’ll still feel better than I have been. If you don’t believe me, try it for yourself. Give it a month and if it doesn’t work for you, what have you lost? It is healthy, organic and even kosher (even if it doesn’t claim to be, it is – hemp is so easy to grow there is no need for pesticides or other chemicals), and not that expensive. You can sprinkle it on your cereal or yogurt in the morning, eat it raw by the spoonful like I do, which is usually in the afternoon – I should eat breakfast, I know!!!! (it tastes pretty good raw), add it to granola, pasta, pretty much anything. I plan on making some pesto with it next. And hummus. You can even buy hemp butter, same as peanut butter, but actually good for you.
Alright, that’s my granola crunching, tree hugging, Berkenstock wearing, peace pipe smoking post for the new year. Try hemp. Support a new Canadian industry. Keep it going and keep it legal. Do something healthy for yourself. Humor me. Whatever your reason, just try it.
Lastly, on this subject, hemp is not pot, it is not cannabis, it does not make you high, it contains no thc, it is not illegal, it is easily grown with very little care making it an ideal crop environmentally speaking, it contains essential fatty oils for human development, has calming properties, helps with arthritis and joint pain, and oh, just about a dozen or more incredible things that you have to check out and try for yourself. And I don’t get any kick backs. Although I would take them if anyone wants to send me any!
Now,for something completely different, I tried to sign my girls up for swimming lessons tonight. There is always a mad rush, because there are limited spots. So limited, in fact, that 24 lucky children in each level will learn how to not drown. In this family oriented community of Aylmer (fuck you Gatineau you screwed us over) where we have massive housing developments, bringing in lots of new families whilst destroying any remaining semblence of the beautiful little town and the green spaces it once boasted, there are only 24 spaces per level in a swimming program with 8 levels. Check my math for me but does that not equal 192 spaces? Which equals less than two hundred children, over the age of six, who get to take swimming lessons??? That pretty much equals my kids’ kindergartens and grade twos thrown in together. From one school. So again, I say, WTF!!!! Wake up Gatineau councillors, you shit eaters, do something for the people in your city. That is ridiculous, and unacceptable. I will be calling you. Hoping others will to.
And finally, two of my favorite things lately. As it is winter, I love a roaring fire. But does anyone else see what I see in these flames? Must be the hemp!
Is my fire giving me the finger? And are those two bunnies? Or deer?
This little thing is the size of a matchbox, and it plays the radio!!!! I love it. I’m a radio fanatic. It also plays a bazillion songs, but it also plays the radio!!!! I’m love music, but I love radio, especially CBC, and talk radio, just find it more interesting sometimes. Sure beats my walkman of olden days. Although it does still play tapes and radio. And I’ve still got one of those ancient portable cd players too. I’m not ready for an Ipod.
