I've been entrusted



My big sister Donna loving me, little Debbie.


God has entrusted me with this body. I am to love and care for it. I am to believe in it. I am to be it's advocate, it's cheerleader and it's caregiver. It is mine for now.

We as human beings often treat our pets and possessions better than we treat our own bodies. We will be sure to regularly change the oil in our cars and fill it's tank with premium fuel, and yet deny our own personal transportation package the same care and attention.

I'm changing my outlook on this bit by bit. I am loving my body. Loving my body as I love a child. Children, body and soul are easy to recognise as gifts of God. As parents we innately understand that we are responsible for their care. We treat them gently, lovingly and pridefully. It's God's plan that each generation cares for it's young. Bestowing on them so much love and tender care and thus self worth that each child of God will then continue this care of themselves into adulthood.

There is still very much a child inside each one of us that needs to feel this love and attention. This child lives inside a body that still needs all the TLC, tender loving care, it can get. Now it's my responsibility to care for the body and spirit of this wonderful child of God whom I am.

When I think of my body and spirit as being under my care and as a child, I think differently about them. I am more patient with myself and I love myself, body and soul.

This I claim and affirm

The harmonizing power

of Divine Love is

now restoring me

to peace of mind

and health of body.

- Charles Fillmore

I don't want to know it

I don't want to know it. Yet, I do. I truely believe it's one of my last vices that have and treasure. Somewhere along the way in the last 5 years I've gotten addicted to Diet Coke. I give it up and then get it again. Each time I swear it off it's after begining reminded of the clear health dangers of the ingestion of aspartame.

Two days ago, I fell off the wagon and bought a 12 pack of Diet Coke with Lime. Ten minutes ago, I popped open a can of the fizzy stuff, poured into a tall glass over ice, enjoyed a refreshing sip and as the Coca Cola company promises had a smile. Then I carried my Coke into our home office, set it beside my computer and opened my e-mail.

My smile went away. I was reminded once again that this stuff is posion for my system. Damn. I don't want to know it, but I do. Everything else that I consiously do in my life is too better my situation for the here and now and the forever, except this. Shit. I have to accept the reality my choices. Why would I knowingly bring the potential of harm to myself?

I'm not going the drink the Coke on my desk. I'm going to pour it out. Then I am going to listen once again to the message being delivered to me. I will listen. I will take heed. I will rejoice in my decision to do the best I know for myself and I will smile.

Let it me known:

On this last day of July,

in the year of 2010,  

I, Debra Clemente, 

being of sane mind

and wanting to stay that way,

choose not to have the

deadly neurotoxin aspartame, 

AS PART A ME.

According to aspartame.org diet soda accounts for 70 percent of the aspartame consumed. A 12 ounce can of diet soda contains 180 mg of aspartame, and aspartame users ingest an average of 200 mg per day.

The Deadly Neurotoxin Nearly EVERYONE Uses Daily… http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2010/07/31/aspartame-update.aspx