You Are What You Eat

banana-shrub-301663_1280In 2015 I made changes.  I read some books that scared the shit out of me and woke me up.  I read Wheat Belly: Lose the Wheat, Lose the Weight, and Find Your Path Back to Health, and my eyes opened to just how bad my diet was.  That book also showed just how little we as individuals should rely upon and trust the information put out by the government.


Note: Over the past five years or so I have gradually extricated myself from involvement in politics.  When I was laying in the ICU watching Meet the Press I set off my monitors.  The doctor came in and ordered the TV shut off.  I almost shouted at the doctor, and might have started lecturing about how important it was to be informed about politics, when I was struck with the absurdity of telling the person charged with keeping me alive what was important.  I had also seen people on Facebook lose there minds in the shouting and echo-chamber madness that seems to become a person’s whole life, or how they become defined.  I’ll glance at a blog now and again, but I monitor myself very carefully to ensure I don’t get engaged or go down a rabbit hole that in the end is only frustrating.  I’m sure that  I’ll address this at another time.


Having given that caveat I’m still compelled to say how disturbed I am with the misinformation that our government puts out, the lack of controls on what reaches our shelves as consumers, and the horrific influence that corporations have upon both of those areas.  Buyer BEWARE is a vast understatement when it comes to the food and medicines you put in your body.

When I lose weight it’s in all the areas where I can’t afford a decrease (my gaunt face, or my needed ass padding) while I have a belly that I can’t exercise away.  I started looking at books (The Bulletproof Diet: Lose up to a Pound a Day, Reclaim Energy and Focus, Upgrade Your Life and The 4-Hour Workweek: Escape 9-5, Live Anywhere, and Join the New Rich), websites and listening to podcasts on a wide variety of topics.  I’ve changed to a gluten free diet and begun paying a great deal of attention to food sensitivities.  That diet is my own form of a modified Atkin’s diet  and a ketogenic diet.  I have butter in my coffee every morning.  How_To_Make_Bulletproof_Coffee_3b4288cd-a4ff-43f2-bff7-3a34ba242d4c_grandeI do a four and a half day fast every other month.   I’ll be talking about many of these topics in detail in upcoming posts.  Leave me a comment if any of these areas have you curious and I will prioritize accordingly.  The bottom line for me was that by the end of 2015 I had lost much (unofficially 40 pounds or more) of my belly, had more energy and felt better than I had in years.

My learning about all of this is still in the infant stage.  I listen to podcasts and read blogs that you can see off to the right in my links/blogroll list.  There is an unbelievable amount of information out there, and if you have a specific condition or syndrome I encourage you to investigate how modifying your diet might help you decrease or cope with symptoms.  I’m going to illustrate this by adding a TEDx talk you should see in its entirety.  I’ll have much more to say after you watch:

You may or may not have been as disturbed as I was by the annoying red box that kept popping up while I was watching the story.  I’ve heard Dr. Whals on Dave Asprey’s podcast and loved the information that was presented.  I looked on the YouTube site and read some of the comments.  Did TedX sell out?  Dr Wahls feels strongly about that question and answers it here.  I encourage you to read the response and decide for yourself.  I have extreme respect for the TED series, but if they are going to allow sponsors like Monsanto or Big Pharma influence and sensor their content they become another useless mouthpiece for the propaganda machines that value the dollar and are invested in keeping people sick.

Perhaps you’re thinking that I’m exaggerating.  If you’ve made it this far then please click and read the following link and then feel free to comment on how I’ve lost it.

Source: Top Foods to Avoid Until 2018 (And Maybe Forever)

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Pain Part Three (recent pain profile)

Recent Pain Profile (Submitted to Official Electronic Medical Record)

In May 2014, I conferred with doctor Stevens regarding my chronic side pain and my prescriptions due to a change in what I’ll call my “pain profile.”

For a couple years now my pain profile has been that I have a chronic pain in my left side that is always present and when controlled with medications is a tolerable 4-5 / 10 on a pain scale. Additionally there are periods of intense pain that I refer to as 200 on a scale of 1-10. Continue reading “Pain Part Three (recent pain profile)”

Skin Prison (A Disability Post)

Skin Prison

A brief retelling of my history.  I broke my neck in 1982.  Five days before I turned 19.  The result was quadriplegia.. paralysis in 4 limbs.  Although the only effect in my left arm is the tiniest decrease in sensation, there is no such thing as a triplegia, so a quad I am.  As far as this story goes, that’s not a big deal.  I’ve gone so far as to tell people the accident and resulting disability are a GOOD thing, because the way I lived my life back then I surely would have ended up dead sooner or later by pushing the edge… the accident slowed me down.   As it turns out now, that’s probably not true.  Driving like a maniac, jumping off cliffs and diving into shallow pools with trees floating in them is nothing compared to the shit people do today.  Extreme sports, jumping out of helicopters and flying next to cliffs in a suit designed to make you soar like a flying squirrel makes me look like a massive pussy!  I wish I had the opportunity to do that stuff!

Describing what life has been like over the last thirty years is a rather overwhelming task and I’m struggling to find a way to break it up into manageable pieces.  Please excuse the missteps I’m bound to make in the process.

Today my purpose is to explain how my world has shrunken down to a bed in a small room in a small house on a small street in Schenectady.  “Skin Prison” refers to the body in which I reside.  The vehicle I have improperly maintained over the years. Continue reading “Skin Prison (A Disability Post)”

Medical History, Part One

Medical History (Part I… Part II is Skin Prison above)

There are a few reasons for posting this where anyone can see it.  The easiest reason is that if I’m dying (again) in an ambulance or hospital Emergency Department and need the people charged with keeping me alive to know everything I only have to spit out a web address.

Another is:  since I’m writing about my experiences this will give some kind of glimpse into walking a mile in my shoes (hahahaha)

Another is:  this is a great time to be alive.  To stay alive.  To be thankful for till being alive to love and make stupid mistakes and maybe learn from them.  I can’t believe I woke up this morning.

This is not pretty and there are people that should not click read more.  I’ve left out more than I’ve put in and most of the bullets have such bigger stories.  I’ll get to as many as I can, but only if they make me laugh.

Continue reading “Medical History, Part One”

Pain, Part One

Growing up I had a very high pain tolerance.  I could just ignore most pain if it was intense as long as I knew it would be short lived.  Chronic pain is another story.  Knee surgery and a broken collarbone were not fun for me by any stretch of the imagination.  Being an idiot I used knowledge of this fact to “impress” people.  If there was a fight brewing someplace it was not a big deal for me to smash my fist into a brick wall to let everyone know what kind of fun was about to ensue.  In my head this was also a way (along with head butting stop signs) to impress the girls.  Maybe smashing my head against stop signs helped lead to the foolish notion that any of this would impress a girl.  Headbutting stop signs could explain more and more of my thoughts and behaviors now that I ponder it, but I digress. I became familiar with true pain after I broke my neck. Continue reading “Pain, Part One”