Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Recalling the time Caleb and I spent a day on Mt Timpanogos, we took our time in the meadows, rock fields and slides just below the peak. We noticed the flowers, the rocks, the animals, and realized it all had been deliberately arranged into a most beautifully designed garden. We knew no rangers or volunteers with the park service had done it. We realized God had done it deliberately. So we basked all day in the upper meadows and saddles and then watched the sun cast its last blaze of glory upon the peaks to contrast the shadow filling the upper basin like black water. We lay on our backs, on boulders on the rock slide below the peak and looked straight up at the cliffs. We bathed in the quiet foreboding of the mountain. It's big and scary. I told Caleb I had always felt a strong haunting from that, like I could feel the spirits of indians who had passed before. But I know that God is not in the wind nor the rock, it only seems that way sometimes. And it is easy to understand how the indian and the priest felt something, just as we did. While it was yet day, we observed other hikers. Hiking was their purpose. They tromped past, up the mountain. They marched back down at a chipper pace, not looking left or right - a happy occupation among so much beauty, when one enjoys good health and a spring in their step. It was plain to see that they did not see how the garden had been deliberately arranged. Their purpose was to hike the mountain and get back home in time for things they needed to be home for. But our purpose, Caleb and I, was to be in the mountain. So when one opens the scriptures, it is good to have the purpose of immersing oneself and being in there rather than getting something read or thinking about how much they have left to read - getting from A to B, so that they can go on to the next thing. Similarly, Sunday was ordained of God. His guarantee is that you need not give any thought to your workaday troubles or things on this planet, for one day out of every seven. He has you covered if you stop, get off, and go see Him for a day. See also Isaiah 58.
Posted by Basker at 8:35 AM
Friday, August 15, 2014
Last night and today, my recent experience of unprecedented independence from insulin (which had subsided) came back in yet another unprecedented manifestation. I mean, including the recent experience (I told about it on facebook, not here), I NEVER had anything like THIS. Last night, I ate a regular supper, not too strict, not too indulgent, but substantial. I don't know how many units of insulin I took but it was something like 3-6, but normally, I would have had a little extra after finishing. Not this time. This time, my sugar dropped to 55 when I was expecting it to go a little high. Didn't think too much about it but then this morning, instead of my minimum necessary 4 units for breakfasts, I decided to take only 2, in light of last night, and proceeded to eat another not-too-strict and substantial breakfast, after which my sugar again dropped like a rock. (normally, regardless of how little I eat for breakfast, sometimes even if I don't eat at all, I need a minimum of 4 units. Mornings are much more (injected) insulin-dependent than eveingings, for me) It was like any amount of injected insulin over the last 24 hours was too much - as if I were a normal person. And like I said on fb the other week, I haven't even been exercising at all, nor have I been eating strict, nor have I even been thinking about any of it, much less trying to cut back my insulin shots.
Posted by Basker at 3:36 PM
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Now and again, I fix myself a full course meal and have to exclaim it was the best I had ever tasted and far better than anything I ever had from any chef. Is that because in cooking for myself, I know what I like? I suppose. But also I think I just get plain lucky. But not just luck, I apparently have a knack. Because if I ever follow a recipe or measure anything, just like when I am doing mechanic work, my eye is more accurate, so when I use measuring tools, cooking or wrenching, it seems to turn out wrong. But when I just use my eye, just like I do (and everyone else I hope) when I make a pb&j or something like that, it turns out great. Well, here's what such a meal I had tonight: Frozen and breaded Maryland Blue crab cake (which I was told to deep fry), thawed, heated a minute in the microwave, and then fried in a pan in butter, both sides. Rice from the rice cooker, done to perfection. Which means you do it soft but not soggy, dry but not burst. You steam it till just before it wants to burst. And you let it scorch by turning the cooker on again a time or two and then let it sit without taking the lid off till it has a chance to un-stick itself from the bottom. Salad: Plenty of Romaine, rutabaga slivers - right amount, a little broccoli, slice green onions - just the right amount, cucumbers (peeled), tomato, enough fresh ginger to not be too little, but not too much to where it is in every bite (in salads, you want it to show up every now and again for that "MMMM! SO goood!" surprise), mayo, Annie's Tuscan Italian. Tip: You got to ALWAYS have more than plenty of rice!
Posted by Basker at 11:03 PM
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Nothing since I began this blog has swayed my philosophies, nor have I changed except for two things: First, it is easier to do what I do; it always gets easier. At the same time, and apparently it is natural and expected, I am much less anxious to be perfect in my practice. Second, I started out bent on getting off injected insulin dependence, now it is hardly important to me. It's just not a big deal any more. Even tho I still believe it possible. Nothing new here, I hope, but to stress some important points: Eating well has always been important to me and remains so. I seem to be much more sensitive to the difference in feeling good between eating empty calories (commercially processed junk that lots of folks consider wholesome), and real food. I would not trade the experience and spiritual growth I have gained through more than a decade of diabetic-related struggles. No one ever wants to trade spiritual growth. In the beginning, I thought I was permanently healed overnight a couple of times, and such was my aspiration. Now, I am profoundly grateful it didn't happen that way. I still say it's silly to link diabetes and diabetes risk to obesity as an effect of a cause. I still say obesity and diabetes can both be linked as two parallel effects of a common cause: eating American. But a bigger point to be made is, WEANING YOURSELF OFF OF INSULIN OR GLUCOFAGE IS NOT MAINLY ABOUT BLOOD SUGAR LEVEL CONTROL. If you are able to maintain decent blood sugars by a diet and exercise, you don't yet have it covered. While you may be saving your feet, eyes, vessels, nerves and kidneys from the damage excess sugar in the blood can cause, you may yet be starving - getting by on less nutrition than nature intended. Insulin and cell response to it are necessary for the cells to absorb ALL things, not just sugar. Insulin is necessary for you to get your protein, calcium, vitamins and minerals.....and oh yeah, 'control your sugar.' Maybe if you can get healthy enough, your ability to absorb into your cells nutrients can become adequate without the aid of injected insulin or orals. The primary issue with diabetes of either type is getting all nutrients into the cells, not just sugar. A secondary concern is that if sugar isn’t entered into the cells, it will do damage while left in the blood, such as to blood vessels, kidneys, eyes and the nerves. If you can tell you are strong and not wasting away or anemic, but building up, then weaning off may be ok. If you are merely comfortably maintaining normal sugar levels by eating adequately and perhaps exercising a lot, you are in danger of dying a slow death. You will lose teeth and stuff like that. You will weaken in the same manner as someone living on Dorito’s and diet Coke. But the key indicator of whether you are getting adequate nutrient absorption into your cells is whether you can eat a meal to satisfy your hunger and fatigue, and be satisfied to the point that nothing could interest you in taking another bite for the time being. If you do not experience this “I’m full” feeling, you are starving to some degree, and you need medication. Lastly, a reminder that the appetite is key. If cared for and not messed up by a lot of flashy flavors and decadent (yes, this is still a word with a negative connotation) indulgences, it will not only tell you when to stop eating but also what to eat right now or today, and what not to eat. I personally recommend you ignore all diets that begin with "The ______" and end with "diet." Such as the Atkins diet, which was pure insanity. You don't need diets, you need sensibility and a healthy appetite - which again, doesn't mean you eat a lot, but means you can tell how much and what to eat. You can hear something, in other words, when you 'listen to your body.'
Posted by Basker at 3:24 AM
Monday, June 3, 2013
It turns out you can simply expeller press rapeseed and all the rest and get the oil, which is what I presume most of the producers do who stock the shelves at the health food store. But it will take some research to find out for sure, and how much of it. I bet if I simply walk in to the food co op and ask what percentage of prepared foods that contain vegetable oil are 'process and chemical free,' I will get a quick answer.
Posted by Basker at 8:44 AM
In reading up on genetically engineered canola oil, I learned that a former classmate works for Gentech, a company born of one of the original genetic engineers. Gentech uses genetic engineering for pharmaceutical (wow, spelled that one right on the first try! Since spell checkers, I have learned I am not a great speller. I usually try at least 5 times to get the checker to agree with me and I usually have to give up and go look it up. Before spell checkers, I could usually spell anything) purposes. Then I learned that my external insulin is a product of genetic engineering. I don't know what life would be like if I had to use the old insulin from pigs they had to offer before this new stuff that I use, but I understand it didn't work as well. And I know that without insulin shots of any kind, I would be dead. So I am glad to have my humalog, but I see no need to re-engineer my food, thank you. So as with any other new development (e.g., television, computers, ICEs, etc.), good and evil will come of genetic engineering, and those who try to stop its perpetuation will fail. In saying this, I am making the simplistic assumption that my Type I diabetes is a natural anomaly, not caused in the first place by GMOs or the things of similar spirit provided by the make-a-buck food industry. But I never think about what may have caused my diabetes. I only thank God for being mindful of every little chemical reaction that takes place in my body and for standing at my shoulder through it all. In my first year or two of having the condition, I had looked forward to being completely cured and at times thought that it had already happened. But having had it 17 years, and learning and growing from it that long, although I wouldn't mind being cured now or any time future, I realize I would not trade the experience of having diabetes for anything. I thank God I was not completely cured overnight as I had initially hoped. Just like, I suppose, the old man who stood up in the back of the church during a discussion of the hardships endured by the handcart pioneers that apparently had been not worth it at best, and gave the discussers a whole new perspective. He told them he would not trade his experience because without such an extreme test, he could not have come to know God the way he did. I may have mentioned this before, but I saw a similar thing in my mother with her arthritis, and in other folks as well. My mother was good before the arthritis. No one on Earth would have given her significant constructive criticism then. But she was a better person and more glad after she went through the whole trial because she had more faith - more than she ever could have known without arthritis. I am glad she went through it, having observed a beautiful woman transform into an angelic one. I obtained the large part of my own faith from what spilled over her brim. So you see, it wouldn't directly matter to me how or why I 'got sugar.'
Posted by Basker at 5:35 AM
Our dog was born about the same time as our 14-yr old son. The baby boy would curl up inside the curled up dog and they would sleep together like that. So my son doesn't know what it's like to have his dog pass on. Well, we thought that time was coming pretty near. The pup has tumors hanging from his chest and his hind ankles are weak so he had for the most part stopped walking and he was starting to look pear-shaped. Due to the difficulty of moving him around, and other things, we had gone a while without washing him. So here's this bleeding, bloated, grundgey dog who just sleeps and eats and we were preparing for a new phase. But then I decided to 100% take him off of dog food. He lost his fat middle. Then I gave him a bath. Wow. New dog. Now he is walking around more and he looks, smells and feels great to the touch. Here's what he eats now days: Twice a day, at the same times, 5 or 6 oz of raw chicken or beef, bones and all (please don't come and arrest me), an occasional raw beef soup bone for the teeth, Melaleuca dog treats, 16 oz. of fresh (what most people call raw) organic milk with about 4 tb of Gayelord Hauser brewers yeast mixed in (which he really loves), sometimes a baked sweet potato, sometimes some eggs, raw or otherwise, an occasional peanut butter or cheese treat. He is an 80-lb Black Lab / Pitt Bull mix. The Gayelord Hauser is imported by Modern Products, Inc., Mequon, WI, 53092, www.modernfearn.com. On this new fare, he acts a lot more content and satisfied after his meals, even though he still would eat more if you gave it to him. But I don't give him more. There isn't anything in this list that he doesn't really love, and there isn't anything I know of off this list he does love. Oh, and sometimes he likes to have a nice little carrot. Whoops, oh yes - he also likes fish of any sort. He gets that too. He has never had any hip problems. It may be due to most of his life we fed him solid gold dry dog food which is supposed to be good for that. His first few years, he was highly allergic to corn, rice, etc. But in recent years, having less income, we found he could eat anything and not have a skin problem so we were feeding him just any cheap dog food for a while. At first when I took him off, I was feeding him anything I could think of that was not dog food, so I was making him a shake in the blender that included grollet. But then I asked myself why am I feeding my dog un-digested grain? I'm not a dog food company! And I stopped doing it. He sort of likes grollet, but unless I blend it up, it just goes right through him. I don't give him any anymore. It amazes me that even at his age now, no matter how much tartar he gets on his teeth, or where he gets it, all I have to do is give him one bone and it's all cleaned off. So he's never had a tooth problem either. Good dog, Shea. Other than the normal amount of play, eating and sleeping, this dog has throughout his life been fixated on one or two things: bunching up into one ball with the whole family (which includes family prayer - he has become very reverent and pious), and finding new people that could potentially pet him. I find that rather interesting because I know some dogs who are equally fixated on spending their waking hours looking for another dog or a person to challenge and attack. We have a couple of those next door. It is especially interesting because our dog was a rescue, having been caged and abused his first 6 months or so. We buy a half a side of grass fed beef every other year. I forgot to order it this last time, but normally, we ask for the stuff they normally throw away, for the dog.
Posted by Basker at 4:41 AM