If you follow my personal Facebook page, you might remember my "We just took one of the biggest leaps of faith we've ever taken. Talk about trusting God. Pheeeeew.....", status from a couple weeks ago.

Yah that one.

Well...  My husband, Kirk, has worked for UPS for nearly 13 years. He's gone 14 hrs/night (5 nights/week) and he sleeps all day. We're lucky if we see him for 1 hr/day. There are some mornings, when we literally (no joke) pass by each other to catch a hug & kiss, as I'm waking up, & he's going to bed. Sometimes I cry...

And then we rush in the late afternoon to get him some dinner, put all his food together to last him through the night, & shove him out the door with more hugs & kisses. Then he would sleep half the day on Saturdays, after he'd get home from work.

Recently they decided to change his schedule on him. It would split our day completely in half, and he'd get home around 4:30am, with zero chance of seeing me & the kids, which would give us a grand total of about 20 minutes / day with him. Maybe.

The guys "bid" their yearly routes every April, according to seniority, and as depressing as it was, we decided to just have him stay where he was at, & go with their required changes, because no other route would work for us financially.

Kirk had gone up to the center to sign the paper. I was waiting for the phone to ring (like 10 seconds away), to start an appointment with one of my clients, when he called.

"Jenn, I can't sign this... It doesn't feel right, & the thought of signing it makes me feel sick. I don't know what to do. I need help. "

Me: "Um, WHAT? Ok. We have 2 hours till your bidding time is over, and I have a client about to call. I can't talk. Come home. We'll talk in an hour & figure this out."

Him: "Ok."

An hour later... I walk out of my office, and look at him wondering what we're going to do, because we only have about an hour to make this decision & get back up to the UPS center to sign. I was sobbing.

All we could do is kneel down as a family & pray... Every single one of us had the overwhelming feeling that he needed to take a 4 night run. But how? That would cut 20% of our income. Logically, there was just no way.

He ended up calling his mom to ask her advice, & she said, "Son, there comes a point in life, when we need to realize there's a difference between having faith, & exercising faith. And I believe now is the time to exercise faith."

We all felt peace. We knew this was what we needed to do.

And so, Kirk works 4 nights/week now. Still 14 hrs/night, but he has Fridays off, and has most of Monday with us as well.

The Lord didn't give us time to think it through. He knew that because of the magnitude of this change, we would sit on it, and go back & forth 1 too many times. He made this happen in the last hour, without time to think, only time to pray. And we had to trust Him.

There were more things that happened around this that aren't coincidence. It's very clear that the Lord has His hand in this.

We have more time with Kirk now. And he has more time to work on helping me build this business to help a whole lot of people...

We can't quite see right now what's ahead of us, and it's a little nerve wracking. But we feel peace.

A few days after making this decision, an opportunity came up for us, that just happens to be during his vacation week in June. And it costs a good chunk of money, considering what we just did... But I knew when the opportunity came, that I needed to take it, because it's centered around this very change we just made, & I know that it will help bring huge clarity & open up the way for us to move forward. He doesn't even know what it is yet. Happy Anniversary, honey! You'll find out soon. ;)

The Lord puts opportunities in our path at the right time. We just have to recognize them & act. Even if it's scary.
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The sea only parts, AFTER you step into the water.

Tonight I watched a customer of a product complain publicly about buying the product, then being upset that a discount code was made available after they purchased it, & the company didn't honor the discount code for her. She was *not* happy. Here's what I have to say about that...

The amount you pay for something is what you value it at, when you buy it. So possibly consider being grateful for getting something that aligns with your value level at the time. Be grateful that you were able to pay for it and support a growing company.

Back last year, I paid a LOT of money for a business coaching program. It was a stretch for me, but I knew it was worth it. Just a couple weeks after I paid for it, the owner of the company had a Black Friday special for 40% off. My first thought was, "Huh..."

Then I spent half a second deciding if I was going to be upset, or if I was going to be grateful for the training I received at the price I valued it at in the first place. I chose the latter. It felt much better than being grumpy about not getting the lower price.

I offer products & programs/trainings at full price & discounted prices all the time. Some are a small investment, & some are a very large investment (depending on who you talk to)...
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Bargaining can be fun, but let go of the poverty mentality, & decide what you really value something at, before you purchase it. This is called abundance. Win-Win.
It's ALL in perspective, ya'll.

A couple weeks after I came off those 18 years of emotionally numbing meds a few years ago, my body started experiencing some new stuff, because I wasn't numb anymore. My solar plexus (upper belly below the ribs) filled with a deep dark "pit" full of fear, that was at its peak between 4-7am. It would slowly get less throughout the day, but for nearly 5 years, it's been there 24/7, without going away. It was so strong that it actually caused physical pain.

At the same time, chronic body pains set in, deep into my muscles and bones, and I started losing my strength. That has also lasted 24/7 for nearly 5 years. It would lessen as the day went on, but it never went away. Every few weeks to every few months I would have flareups.

I've utilized acupuncture, baltic amber inflammation beads, energy work, homeopathic medicine, herbs, essential oils, yoga, meditation, prayer, blessings, chiropractic, massage... And other than occasional and temporary *somewhat* relief to lessen the pain, NOTHING was working. Why when these things worked so well on other things, were they not working for this?

Nearly every morning since this started, I've spent anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours, in tears, until things would calm down enough to go about my day.

Last year I finally figured out one of the reasons for the "pit of fear in my stomach", and I prayed a specific prayer to ask for help. The next morning I woke up for the first time in 4 years, with about 75% of it gone. I was SO grateful. But there was still that 25% that didn't go away. WHY?

My muscles are strong in the sense that I can usually move even heavy furniture by myself, but they're weak at times, so much that it hurts to even empty the dishwasher or look out the side window in the car. I remember laying sod with my husband when we moved into this house, and I collapsed on the grass sobbing, because it hurt so bad to move the pieces into place.

Some days I would push through with homeschooling, clients, errands, yard work, family events, etc., and other days I knew I needed to honor my body & emotions, cancel everything, & rest all day.

2 months ago I was introduced to a yoga instructor named Anna Molgard, owner of Flowing Tree Yoga. She works with long distance clients, including me, through online video chat (Facetime, etc.) I've done yoga classes before locally, but even though I could tell it was benefitting me, I had to stop after a while because of the pain & inability to hold poses very long. But I felt very drawn to Anna & signed up for her weekly live online yoga classes, hoping it would help. It only only lasted a couple weeks, because as much as I love & believe in the power of yoga, I couldn't hold the poses from the pain...

After telling her about my situation, she suggested working one-on-one for a while with yoga therapy sessions. During our first private session, I found out she specializes in working with people who have experienced trauma.

I told her everything I'd done in the past, working through the chemical, emotional, energetic, and spiritual layers. She let me know that everything I'd done was perfect, & that what was left, was my body doing its job on a PHYSICAL level, to protect me & keep me safe. She encouraged me to honor that, and even though it's painful, to find gratitude in my body working for me & being my friend.

4 days after that 2nd session, on Sunday morning, Oct 16th, I woke up and laid in bed for a couple of minutes, before realizing that the pit in my solar plexus was gone. 100%, without a doubt, gone. That fast.

It almost scared me, because it had become such a part of me, that I didn't remember what it was like to not feel it, & I was also afraid of it coming back. Every morning I woke up with caution & anticipation, doing my best to believe it was no longer a part of my life.

On this Thanksgiving Day, it has been 5 1/2 weeks, and the pit is still gone. I know I am healed from that part of my life. Anna is one of my earthly angels, and I'm forever grateful for her.

The body pains are still there. We're continuing to work through that, and it's really hard, I'm not gonna lie. Some days I can't do anything, and some days I cry a lot. Some days are hard, and some days I do pretty well.

I also had another bowel obstruction last week. (#15, I believe?) I was able to work through it on my own & not have to go into the hospital again, thank goodness. I've had to work on more forgiveness of the doctor who messed my intestines up with that first surgery 10 years ago. And in addition to the physical / mechanical issues there, I'm pretty sure I know, once again, what the emotional trigger was that caused this one. Because of the memory in my cells, they are working on a physical level to protect. Life is so interesting, isn't it?

BUT with a new perspective of what my body is doing for me, I'm hopeful that when the time is right, healing will come once again. Sometimes having gratitude can feel really hard. I can't truthfully say I'm grateful FOR my trials, but I can honestly say I'm grateful IN my trials. I am doing my very best to stay in the spirit of gratitude, come what may.

And I'm grateful for my friend, Kevin Clayson, who blessed me with his life changing book, "Flip the Gratitude Switch".

Even as I struggle a bit again today, I have so many things to be grateful for, and I AM grateful.
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Happy Thanksgiving everyone. <3

​Here are my words... There are tears in my eyes as I write, & yes I'm getting spiritual.

It's Election Eve. My heart is heavy, because so many people have argued over who's right, & who's wrong. My heart is heavy, because this election has caused more division than unity. My heart is heavy, because there is so much FEAR, & the possibilities of a grim & difficult future (at least temporarily) for our beautiful America are very real.

BUT my heart is also full of gratitude, anticipation, excitement, joy, love, faith, and peace, because we know the outcome is in God's hands.

---"All we have yet heard... and all you now know, can scarcely be called a preface to the sermon that will be preached with fire and sword, tempests, earthquakes, hail, rain, thunders and lightnings, and fearful destruction. What matters the destruction of a few railway cars? You will hear of magnificent cities, now idolized by the people, sinking in the earth, entombing the inhabitants. The sea will heave itself beyond its bounds, engulfing mighty cities. Famine will spread over the nations and nation will rise up against nation, kingdom against kingdom and states against states, in our own country and in foreign lands; and they will destroy each other, caring not for the blood and lives of their neighbors, of their families, or for their own lives..

The Devil is just as much opposed to Jesus now, as he was when the revolt took place in heaven. And as the Devil increases his numbers by getting the people to be wicked, SO JESUS CHRIST INCREASES HIS NUMBERS AND STRENGTH BY GETTING THE PEOPLE TO BE HUMBLE AND RIGHTEOUS...

The human family are going to the polls by and by, and they wish to know which party is going to carry the day...

But the power and principles of evil, if they can be called principles, will NEVER yield one particle to the righteous march of the Savior, only as they are beaten back inch by inch, and we have got to take the ground by force. Yes, by the MENTAL force of FAITH, and by GOOD WORKS, the march forth of the gospel (which means "good news") will increase, spread, grow and prosper..."

Let the people be Holy, and the earth under their feet will be Holy. Let the people be Holy, and filled with the Spirit of God, and every animal and creeping thing will be filled with peace; the soil of the earth will bring forth in its strength, and the fruits thereof will be meat for man. The more purity that exists, the less is the strife; the more kind we are to our animals, the more will peace increase, and the savage nature of the brute creation vanish away."---
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It all comes down to this. Do YOUR part. Be the good that you wish to see in this world. In this country! I trust my God, more than I fear man! I choose Good Works, and I CHOOSE FAITH.
The End.

I was blown away with nearly 300 likes and over 200 shares of this post on FB, so I decided to add this to my blog, and I hope it will be of help to whoever may be struggling.
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Last night when I was driving home from the week with my daughter & our new little grand baby, a lady passed us (my other daughter, Ashlynn, was with me) in a car to our left. She was texting... She started to head toward the median, over-corrected, skidded, and spun a full 360, twice, back our direction across the freeway in front of us, then another half a turn, running into the hill on our right. A massive cloud of dirt, huge rocks, and debris flew everywhere, & we thought she rolled. We slammed on breaks, pulled over, & I grabbed my phone to call 911 as we ran down the hill toward her. (SO much gratitude that she passed us, and we weren't hit by her)...

She was alive, but both shaking & completely still at the same time, just staring straight ahead. Police were on their way by that time, and no one else was stopping to help for some reason, so it was just me, her, & Ash. The panic finally settled down for daughter & I, so we sat there with her & tried to help her calm down.

I asked her name, & she was barely able to tell us that, plus her age, where she lives, & that she has 2 little children at home, a little girl 8, & a little boy 5. For privacy's sake, I'll just call her Jenny... I told her I'm an emotional release & energy therapy trainer. She took a breath & calmed down right then, like total relief that she wasn't alone & had someone to help her. My heart just broke seeing the fear in her eyes.

I reached across & took her phone. She was able to mumble enough to help Ashlynn figure out her code to get into it, so we could call her husband. I had an overwhelming feeling that something wasn't right with her, & that she was really struggling. I glanced down & saw part of the text she was in the middle of when she crashed, & part of it from the lady on the other end said something like, "Don't do this. I don't want to lose you this way too."

I looked back up at her, took her hand & just held it for a minute. Then I had the biggest impression to get personal with her. I said, "You're not in a good place, are you?" She looked toward me & moved her head sideways to say 'no'. Then she said, "How did you know?" I said, "You're a beautiful person. Do you know that?? Jenny, do you know you are?" She shook her head no again, & I said, "You're a daughter of God. He loves you. I don't even know you. But I love you."

She darted her eyes over & looked straight into my eyes, then she smiled as much of a smile as she could muster, & burst into sobbing. She said, "You feel the spirit". I said, "I feel that the Lord saved your life, & you have a purpose to fulfill. You have babies, and no one... NO ONE is a better mother for them than you." Then she started sobbing more.

The look in her eyes as she stared at me was indescribable. I've never seen anything like it. It was as if she'd never known hope until that moment.

Ashlynn was able to talk to her for a couple of minutes & even had her laughing a little bit. We found out a few minutes later, that she had been contemplating taking her life.

By the time the ambulance got there, she was passing out & almost completely unresponsive. They laid her on the stretcher, & I finished up talking to her aunt who had called her phone. Then I walked over before they lifted her into the ambulance & asked if she could hear me, even though she was pretty much passed out. But she opened her eyes & turned them to look at me. I told her once again that she's loved, that she has a purpose, & that heaven saved her life for that very reason. Then she looked back up & closed her eyes.

I prayed a lot for her last night. I was able to get her phone number from her aunt, & I'm praying I'll be able to talk to her in a few days, because the hospital wouldn't even tell me if she was alive this morning when I called... It breaks my heart.

This is one of mine & Ashlynn's favorite paintings, by Liz Lemon Swindle. It's called "The Lost Sheep". It came separately to both of our minds, as we drove the rest of the way home last night, because it looks almost exactly like her, all the way down to the expression on her face.

I know Heavenly Father put us in her path at that very moment, without being involved in the accident, so that we could help her. And I am SO grateful that we saw that glimmer of hope in her eyes.

UPDATE: October 2018 - After more than 2 years, we finally found her.
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"...At times there appears to be no light at the tunnel’s end—no dawn to break the night’s darkness. We feel surrounded by the pain of broken hearts, the disappointment of shattered dreams, and the despair of vanished hopes. We join in uttering the biblical plea, ‘Is there no balm in Gilead?’... We feel abandoned, heartbroken, alone. To all who so despair, may I offer the assurance of the Psalmist’s words: ‘Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning" (Psalm 30:5)." - Thomas S. Monson

Do you ever say either of these: 

"I don't have time to __________"
"I didn't have any time to __________"

I have!  Guess what I figured out.  We should be saying something completely different.  And here it is:

"I'm not making the time to __________"
"I didn't create the time to __________"

Why?  Because it's true.  Have you ever heard of Parkinson's Law?  It states that "Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion."  

When I was a child, I slept as loooooong as I could.  As long as I was allowed.  After I got married I carried on my sleep tradition waking between 10:00-11:00am.  Sometimes later.  

For years. 

And years.

And years.

After the kids were old enough to get on the bus for school, I would climb back in bed & sleep for another 2-3 hours.  And I tried to catch an afternoon/evening nap if at all possible.  I was the world's best napper.  Really, I was...  Sunday afternoons were my best friend, because I could take a 2-3 hour nap.  My family knew that was MY time, & I was not to be disturbed except in case of emergency.  

When we started homeschooling a few years ago, I got up between 7:00-8:00am.  Yay me!  And the naps became less & less.  Yay me again!  By this time we were eating whole foods & were focusing on holistic living/healing, so a lot of things had shifted, which allowed me to have a good bit more energy.  And getting up those few hours earlier helped even more.  I didn't drag all day like I used too.  At least I could say that much.

But about a year & a half ago, I started feeling the impression to get up even earlier.  Really?  REALLY?  I was never ever a morning person.  I mean 7:00-8:00 isn't *that* late is it?  Yet at the same time, though I didn't want to admit it, I had this way deep down burning desire to actually be a morning person!  I wanted to get up at 5 or 6am, have more energy, be happier, receive more inspiration, & accomplish more.

Don't you love how when inspiration speaks, all things related to that inspiration somehow seem to just magically show up in your life every time you turn around?  Yah, me too...  Once I come across something 3 times in a row fairly close together, I know it's time to pay attention.

Of course I had heard, "Early to bed early to rise - makes a man healthy, wealthy, & wise" for years.  And I'd read about retiring & rising early in the bible & other church teachings, so I knew it was important.  But it was one of those things I threw out the window & ignored.  Because I wanted too.  

I. WAS. NOT. A. MORNING. PERSON.

It didn't take long before I started hearing about the "Power Hour" concept from business coaches & other places. Little blurbs about getting up early in the morning would pop up in books I was reading.  AND then...  a book called, "The Morning Miracle", by Hal Elrod somehow appeared on my Kindle.  

Most books I just scroll on past.  But you know those books that catch your eye, & you kind of just stare at for a minute knowing you need it, because tingles just made their way up your arms & spine?  

This was that book. 

So I clicked on the description & then the reviews.  Impressive!  Then I downloaded a sample.  It wasn't hard to click the "buy now" button at the end of that sample!  Talk about a life changing paradigm shift.  All I can describe it as is INCREDIBLE.  I joined The Morning Miracle group on Facebook & started reading all the amazing stories of people beginning their Morning Miracle journey.

Losing weight.  Illness vanishing.  More energy.  Happier.  New business opportunities. Unexpected money.  

Within days & weeks miracles were truly happening for these people! 

Not long after, our monthly church magazine, The Ensign, showed up in the mail.  The first article I saw was entitled:  "Filled with Life and Energy".  Yes please!!!  I started reading, & it was all about the blessings of getting up early in the morning.  Are you kidding me?  Ok.  After 17 or 18 times of having things like this show up for me, you'd think I would get the hint.  

Well, I did in my mind.  But not in my body...  The dumb thing is, I was usually up between 5-5:30am anyway for a potty break (TMI?  Sorry.)  & I was fairly energized!  And several times last summer I got up & walked with my daughters at 6-6:30am, which was awesome.  

So WHY I climbed back into bed is beyond me, because every single time, without fail, I woke up 2-3 hrs later feeling drained.  In my mind, I wanted SO BAD to get up early, because I truly do love morning.  I've had some pretty incredible spiritual insights about morning time this past year that kind of blew me away, and yet still, I couldn't bring myself to actually get up earlier than 7:30-8am on a consistent basis.

But guess what.  Today was the day.  September 10, 2015.  I went to bed last night at 10pm, & I told myself I was going to wake up & STAY UP with energy & excitement.  At 5:00am my alarm woke me up.  

I actually got up!  (If you're already a morning person, don't laugh at me.  This is a big deal!)  

I rolled off the bed onto my knees to give gratitude & converse with God about my (our) day ahead.  Then I listened to audio scriptures & an inspirational personal development book as I got ready for the day.  I organized a little bit more of my office, I made breakfast, & it really wasn't that bad :)

My morning routine will include my very own 'Power Hour' - (Prayer, meditation, affirmations/visualizations, exercising, spiritual/inspirational reading, & journal writing).  I still have to organize it to fit me, but that's what some of my new found time in the morning can be used for, right?  Then after my Power Hour I'll have time to work on business things & move into family life & homeschooling after the kids are up & going.  My very own Morning Miracle.  Aaaaahhhh.......  

We've been working hard on re-organizing, creating space, & getting rid of ANYTHING that doesn't bring us joy or serve a positive purpose in our lives.  It opens us up to receiving more of what we really need & what God wants for us.  When we wake up early, it opens up a space for us to receive.  More time, more opportunity, more health, more intuition, more abundance.  

Within those first few newly created hours, I had new insight on some things for my business, I accomplished more by 9:00am than I often do by lunch time, & my husband surprised me with roses, a sweet card, & a yoga magazine!  (He also gave roses & a card to my daughter & a Lego mini-figure & a card to my son...)  Sweet & simple abundance that filled our day with joy :)

If you've been struggling to find "extra" time in the day, create it.  If you already get up early, consider what unnecessary or time wasting things you could cut out of your life or at least cut back on.  

(Like social media?  Ahem...)  

This one small thing has the potential to change your whole entire life.  

After all...  "By small and simple things are great things brought to pass".

--- "That's so disgusting, mom. What are those green things?"
--- "Mom, it's literally making me gag!"

Sound familiar?

I was born & "mostly" raised in the south, & I honestly learned to like a wide variety of foods. I LOVED boiled peanuts, sauerkraut, jicama, kumquats, brown rice, seafood, anchovies, asparagus, artichokes, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, collard greens, turnip greens, and pretty much any greens put on my plate.  

But I hated tomatoes. And watermelon.  And lettuce.  And a tiny handful of other foods... But tomatoes.  Oh my gosh.  I'm 42 years old at the time of this writing, & it's only been in the past 3 years that I've been able to finally start enjoying tiny little cherry & grape sized tomatoes - IF they're mixed with other foods.  I still can't stomach full sized tomatoes. The fact that I can actually enjoy taking a few little yellow pear tomatoes & add them to my dish is literally a miracle.

Lettuce (especially the thick crunchy white part) made me gag.  I would sit at the table for ever... and ever... and ever...  And one time, even 2 hours later, I sat there staring at the lettuce on my place, because I couldn't swallow it.  I'm not sure what changed as I got older, but I eat salads nearly every day now, & I LOVE them.  

I never, ever liked watermelon, unless it was the little tiny personal sized sweet Crimsons on a super hot & sweaty day.  Last night my daughter was visiting, & she wanted some watermelon. We started having a conversation about how people sprinkle salt on their melon.  I'd heard of people doing that, but EW!  It sounded so gross to me.  As she stood there cutting it into chunks & pulling the salt out of the cupboard, I stared at her from across the family room with a look of, "That is just so..... weird."  

Then I got brave.

Result:  I like watermelon sprinkled with salt.  (Unrefined pink Himalayan salt, of course)...

What I realized as I was sitting there, is that I wasn't just paying attention to the taste.  I was conscious of more than that.  The cold, the texture, the smell.  It's the same with tomatoes. I find myself paying attention to more than just the taste of the food.

I came across an article online recently from 'Super Healthy Kids', that talked about how to approach getting your kids to like new foods.  This part cracked me up:

1. Many children come to the table dressed in what amounts to a shield of armor that protects them against new foods. They know before they even sit down that nothing will convince them to try anything new. The first thing these kids do when they arrive at the table is identify the acceptables and the rejectables.
2. Parents confuse tasting with eating.

If you focus on just taste, you're up for failure.  There's one comment that most parents make, that is a 'recipe' for disaster.  And now I can see why!  I said it all the time.  Here is what you / me / we need to stop saying to our kids:

"Just try one bite.  If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it."

What our children are actually hearing when we say that, is this:

"If you like it, then you have to eat it."  

I would bet that if your kids are picky eaters like mine have been, the LAST thing they want to do is admit that they actually like a healthy food!  My son has made horrible faces while tasting foods, & yet I know darn well that he likes it, because of his body language & the look in his eyes.  He just doesn't want to lose that power struggle.

I've noticed that when I'm thinking about it, & I use different wording, he's actually more ok with telling me he really does like it.  In my book, "Real Food Pantry Makeover", there is a section on what's called Conscious Eating.  Or Purposeful Eating.  It focuses on what I mentioned above...  Eating small bites, chewing slowly, paying attention to the texture, the smell, the temperature, the taste, the emotions you feel, etc.  And being truly grateful for the food.

Super Healthy Kids approach to success?  Here you go:

1. Offer your child tiny tastes of food. Considering doing this away from the table because offering food during meals comes with the expectation of eating. You may think you’re letting your kids off the hook with the statement, “Just taste it. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it.” But if you hear this from your child’s perspective—“If you do like it, you will have to eat it”—it’s easier to see why some kids balk.
2. Instead of asking your children if they like what they’ve tasted, invite them to taste the food and to tell you what they think. Ask questions such as, “Is the food crunchy, smooth or lumpy?” “Is the food pretty or does it look weird?” “Is the food very smelly, kind of smelly, or not at all smelly?”

Well DUH - That makes it more like a fun science class than a battle for power!  And yet they still have power, because they get to observe & experience while coming up with an awesomely creative answer to your questions!  It takes the focus away from the negative food stigma & actually gets their curiosity rolling.  

You know what I think?  I think I'm going to not only use those questions with my kids, but I'm going to use them with myself too! Maybe it will help me begin to enjoy the few foods I still don't think I like.  :)