Last weekend we traveled to downtown Phoenix for date night...here we are grabbing Jasmin tea (pic above). We just finished a spice-loaded deep dive into one of Bacanora's finest Mexican dishes.

(OK, all of them to be honest. We had the family in tow and couldn't resist anything on the menu.)

Toward the end, we thought about our plans for Thanksgiving, and then our thoughts traveled to antiquity - so it seemed - to our first "family" Thanksgiving.

Having a family was so far ahead of where we started...

Over the last 25 years, we’ve been through a college graduation that she missed because “we weren’t dating.”

Then she picked up a job - near my new school - waiting tables at Chili’s. We decided to date again lol...I studied and taught chemistry.

We got serious and moved in together.

We shared an old car.

We ate candy and drank soda.

We worked harder than a dozen "hard workers" combined.

I got fat. She got ovarian cysts.

We were "sugar" sick and started going to doctors.

Doctors pushed health insurance and meds.

They told her, “you won’t be able to have any kids, due to Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS)."

A lot has changed over two decades...

But some things haven't. We refused to listen to the doctors...as well as our parents and peers, who did nothing but hang on every fu#kin' word of their doctors.

We started devouring books. I began using my college degrees to dig into the research.

We realized we were making ourselves sick...and that everyone else just wanted to play victims and suck down drugs disguised as medicine.

We changed our habits.

We denied all health insurance and meds...

Since then we’ve had 4 kids. Traveled the world. Won bodybuilding shows. Learned to fly. Lifted ourselves over the Sea of Cortez in our plane, and continued to ignore the status quo in absolutely EVERY AREA OF LIFE.

But before all of that, we had our first family Thanksgiving. We made burritos and margaritas. Lily was just barely 1.

Even today, we still talk about that Thanksgiving as being our favorite. Probably because it was so symbolic of how we've lived our lives in the age of Medical-ism; doing the exact opposite of everyone else by refusing doctors, meds insurance and everything Pharma controls including media, schools and governments.

Admittedly, we drank too much tequila that night. We've never been "health saints." But we had the hangover cure close by. Milk Thistle.  

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Ditch the meds,

The People's Chemist