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Food: Friend or Foe?

Food understands emotions in ways no words can, but sometimes the body disagrees and chaos ensues.  Mind begins to roar and everyone feels misunderstood.  Trying to appease all parties is impossible.

Have you ever felt full, but ignored the body’s message and eaten more or eaten foods your body is not friends with?  Do certain feelings prefer certain types of food?

Understanding that some foods emotions are in love with are enemies to the body is a devastating realization.  Being kind to all involved is challenging and maybe only a few people have truly accomplished this.



Emma and Food

I have been keeping a chart of the new foods Emma has tried these past six days.  To date she has sampled:  pear, banana, apple, blueberry, raspberry, watermelon, honeydew melon, papaya, raisin, dried apricot, homemade granola, oatmeal with banana and raisins, chicken, (catfish, kale – totally pushing my luck last night with those two)  and the piece de resistance – vegetable frittata!  To date her favorites are watermelon, pear, banana, apple, raisin, chicken and the frittata.

I am also reading the Gut and Psychology Syndrome (GAPS) by Natasha Campbell-McBride.  It is a diet created by Dr.Campbell-McBride who “healed” her own son diagnosed with autism.  It is a daunting proposition, which requires one to forego almost all foods (saving a meat broth which one is suppose to consume every 30 minutes or so) for a few days to several weeks in order to allow the gut to heal before slowly introducing easily digested foods until eventually the child is able to eat a wide range of foods.   This diet is so draconian in the beginning, it makes going gluten and casein free look like a picnic.   Still I continue to do my research.  I guess you either have to laugh or cry.  I’m going with laughter at the moment.  Tears to follow, I’m sure.

Over the long weekend we took the children to the New York Botanical Gardens.  It was in the 80’s and gorgeous.

The Haunted Pumpkin Garden

The “Herb” Garden

As delightful and creative as these pumpkins were, Emma was much more concerned with getting on the tram that runs through the grounds of the Botanical Gardens.

“She loves various modes of transportation,” Richard observed when we finally secured four seats on the tram.

Yup.  That’s our Emma.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism, go to:   www.EmmasHopeBook.com


Emma holds an uncanny resemblance to a fictitious children’s book character.

Okay, so we haven’t gotten the whole handstand-on-the-handlebars thing down yet, but I’m sure that’ll be next.

Merlin watches and waits.

He just cannot help himself.

Food update:  Emma ate a blueberry last night.  This morning – one blueberry, (not her favorite) a slice of apple, a slice of pear and a piece of banana!

After eating all of that she said, “No more medicine.”

I’ve got my work cut out for me.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism and our attempts to help her, go to: www.EmmasHopeBook.com

Emma’s Pretty Dress

This morning I asked Emma,  “Hey Em.  Come over here and help me pack your lunch.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” she said while running over to the open frig.  “Hmmm… let’s see,” she said, peering into the refrigerator as though she was contemplating the delicious short ribs with coconut rice, Ceci made for us the other day or maybe the sliced turkey, to make a sandwich.  (Emma doesn’t eat meat, not because she’s a vegetarian, though she is, or because of some political or ethical statement, but because in her rigidity she only eats about seven different foods, which made this scene all the more comical.  After a pause she reached for her old stand-by, caramel yogurt and soy pudding.  “Caramel yogurt,” she said, as though this were something new that she just thought she might try for a change, dropping it into the bag I held open for her.  “Soy pudding,” she added.  This is what Emma has for lunch every single day, unless the store has run out or we haven’t had time to get to the store to replenish her stock.

“Do you want any cheese?” I asked, despite the fact the cheese usually comes home in her back pack and when it doesn’t I imagine she’s opened the red wrapping, taken off the wax and then thrown everything away.  None of us have actually seen her eat the cheese in a long time, so I was surprised when she answered, “Yes.  Cheese.”  It may be that Emma is so used to having the cheese, it’s no longer a matter of wanting to actually eat it as much as it’s been going into her lunch every day for so long, she feels it should be there, whether she wants to eat it or not is beside the point.

“How about some grapes?” I opened the drawer with fruit in it.

“Yes, yes, grapes,” Emma grabbed the bag and tossed it on the counter.  “And…” she paused, looked around, “How about some pirate’s booty?”

“Do you want one bag or two?”

“Two?” Emma said in that questioning way of hers.  “There,” she said, as she watched me add two bags of Pirate’s Booty to her lunch.  “Now we have to get dressed,” she reminded me.

“Okay Em.  What do you want to wear to school today?”  I opened her closet.

“No, no, no, no!  This one!” she said, grabbing hold of one of two party dresses she has.

“Oh that’s a pretty dress!” I pulled it off the hanger for her and handed it to her.  “Do you want the flouncy under skirt that makes it poofy?”

“No, no!” Emma laughed, as though this question was altogether too ridiculous to contemplate.

Emma wearing her pretty dress this morning.

Emma looked at herself in the mirror.  “Wow!  You’re so pretty!” Emma said, twirling around.

For more on Emma’s journey through a childhood of autism from Richard’s perspective, go to:  www.EmmasHopeBook.com