Not only did the mirror show what condition my backside was in, a man I’d just met wanted to know when I was due. That added insult to injury and I went in the house and had another good cry. I was still less than 150 lubs, but that much fat on a 5’3″ small-boned frame is too much. I had to do something and I had to do it fast. It wasn’t so much that I knew it was having an effect on my health. I wanted to look good. Why is weight loss (almost) always tied to vanity? I don’t remember how I found the answer. What’s important is the fact that I learned about a man and his method that would have a lifelong impact on me. That, in turn, would eventually influence others.
His name was Zane Kime, MD, and he made a series of tapes. I’d never heard of him or Weimar Institute until 1978. There’s currently no mention of Dr. Kime on the Weimar site. Someone must’ve given me a tape and gotten my curiosity aroused. At any rate, he has played a pivotal role in my life ever since. It wasn’t until years later that I learned he had recommended raw food and had written a book, Sunlight. That was along about the same time I also learned he had been killed in a suspicious accident while mountain climbing in 1992.
The whole set of tapes was quite an investment but it was something I knew I had to have. I kept the tape player close by and listened whenever I had a chance. There were parts I played over and over until I had them memorized. I ordered the Weimar cookbook and started cooking more healthfully.
Dr. Kime advised no processed foods, no free fats, and 80% simple and complex carbohydrates, 10% fat and 10% protein. (Does that sound familiar?) It was also a strictly vegan plan—something I couldn’t follow on a consistent basis for very long. We did everything except give up cream cheese and honey.
I started cooking according to what I was learning and the pounds started coming off. My energy level started increasing and my skin looked and felt better. For the first time in his life, DS1 could eat all he wanted and not gain weight. As he got taller, he leaned out and was looking good.
DS1 had mostly been into lounging around the house but now he wanted to try his hand at growing corn. There was an old corral maybe 75 feet from the house that had years of horse manure that was well rotted. He dug it all by hand and his corn field was a reality. As the summer wore on, he’d water his crop and hoe the weeds. We had a well with a water tower that fed the house by gravity flow. To fill the tank, we’d have to go out periodically and turn on the pump, then remember to turn it off after a few hours. The corral was too far away to stretch a hose so he’d have to carry water to keep the corn from drying out in the hot Nebraska sun. The combination of better eating and increased energy showed. My son had a chiseled appearance that had never before been evident.
I was getting slimmer and slimmer and was able to get into clothes I hadn’t worn for a long time. My sister sent me Sidetracked Home Executives and a set of Pam & Peggy’s tapes (hilarious) and I got organized. I was on a roll.
My better health, improved appearance and organization helped my mental status, too. My monthly moods weren’t as pronounced. That was a welcome change as far as the males in the household were concerned.
I started drinking clover tea to improve my milk supply and I was like a Jersey cow. That helped DD and her occasional colic went away. DH and DS2 neither one needed to lose weight but they both benefited from the diet. If DS1 and I were going to eat that way, the whole family was.
Some of my new dishes were welcomed and requested again but there were some miserable flops, too. It wasn’t 100% successful but it was close enough to keep us on the pathway.
There were directions on how to grow sprouts so I bought some sprout lids and became a farmer in my own right. I sprouted huge quantities of alfalfa, lentils and pinto beans. When school started, I’d make sandwiches for the boys’ lunches and load them with sprouts only to find out later that DS2 would throw his out the bus window. Maybe some poor animals were happy.
None of the bread in the stores was acceptable so I started experimenting with my own recipes and turned out beautiful loaves of soy, whole wheat and rye breads. My mother-in-law had taught me the trick of keeping cans that had straight sides to bake bread in. I had two different sizes and the result was a perfect tomato sandwich bread.
On Sabbath mornings, DS1 would get up and head for the kitchen where he’d make a banana-cashew “ice cream”. We didn’t have information on proper food combining and what Dr. Kime taught didn’t go that far. Our one kind of bread we’d buy was Lender’s Bagels, and my favorite to have toasted with the ice cream was cinnamon raisin.
DH got his medical certification back and was able to fly for a living again. On one of his trips East, he asked me what I wanted from the university supermarket. I told him raw cashews. I was amazed when he walked in with a 25 lub tin. We put it in the freezer and it lasted for months and months.
Those were pleasant times on the farm. But would they last?