Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Slake It Kid

One of the things I enjoy about little kids is the way they drink big a small amount: They ask for milk and you pour them the standard 3/4 inch. They stick their face into the cup and gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, groan, gulp, gasp, gulp, kazoo, gulp, kazoo, gulp, and a big sigh of satisfaction. It sounded like they drank a litre, but it was a 1/4 cup at the most.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


What I had for breakfast: raw milk, raw sprouted millet, raw sprouted spelt, raw sprouted barley, raw cranberries, raw hazel nuts, raw broccoli sprouts, "raw" rolled oats, chocolate, vitamins and supplements. I don't know whether chocolate is raw.

This is typical of my diet lately, except that it also still includes juice. I am eating all sorts of meat, in small amounts, but my main protein staples are millet and wheatgrass. And I still eat a lot of cheese; I only wish it was raw (tastes so much better).

It is colder now. Yet I am eating the way I did in summer. I conclude that my regression was not directly due to the onset of Winter, that I could have remained insulin-independent had I stuck to my guns. I became lax in what I ate and how much when. I do not feel it is critical that I strictly eat raw. I am certain mostly raw is key. I am also certain I will never become permanently insulin-independent until I finally learn to NEVER eat a large or long meal, and never miss a small, nutri-packed one to make that possible.

Small meals, people. Nutri-packed ones.

I am not there yet; last night was a case in point.

Generally though, I am down to 2-4 units of insulin per meal, so here we come.

Monday, December 7, 2009

...and Speaking of Enjoyable

Today's breakfast was a significant discovery of flavor:

Frosted, dark dark green collards from the garden with yellow yeast. wow. Followed by a nice organic carrot. Hit thee spot.

This past year, I have regularly enjoyed and hungered for brown yeast on romaine. Had no idea about yellow yeast on collards.

Food is Fuel, Not Entertainment

This statement is incomplete.

The main premise of my blog is that simple, whole foods are far more enjoyable.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

See Blog Title for Post Title

Bowl of milk and grain and whole frozen cranberries with hazel nuts crackin' on the side.

Grain: one part barley, twice that of spelt and twice all of that of millet, soaked in water about an hour and then left to sprout however long (but refridgerated after the first day) it takes to eat the stuff gone.

I will also mention the wow of cranberries in the juice with and without (2 very different and very wonderful effects) apple. But you have to play around with the amounts and get it right, or it's just pretty good. Which doesn't qualify for the "you ain't lived" category.

The breakfast in the first paragraph did qualify. In fact, it hit the spot.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

No Duh

I have been just eating whatever I feel like and that has not included much juice or fresh vegetables. I have been using a lot of insulin and not exercising at all. Just working and looking for work. I used nearly a whole insulin vial since the first of October.

This morning I prayed the Lord to help me get it together again.

I didn't feel like eating until about 7 pm and then I really felt like it. But I had to go help my wife and I just had an orange and got back to start breakfast at 8:30 pm. And guess what, I was hungry for Juice!

I got back and had carrot/wheatgrass/sukosh broccoli/half a mac juice with unsprouted sunflower seeds. I then had some roasted peanuts and milk and then some mozzarella cheese and a couple of cranberries. No shot. I gotta say wow, there are recipes of putting things together that go together okay, and taste great, but then some things combine to produce a truly unique and savory flavor that really strike a chord. Kind of like how Lennon/McCartney could produce melody after melody that were special, that really struck a chord, compared to John Tesh, whose thing was to compose music, and it was fine and he was good, but...... So my secret recipe for banana shake is one, and the way a mac apple makes the wheatgrass juice foam is another. Even my kids love it. So that's it folks: carrots, wheatgrass and an apple. If you don't feel confident experimenting with the amounts, just comment and I'll ask my wife and write it. I have a twin gear juicer. It will not stain or build up residue or scum if you put the carrots through first, grass second, a little bit of broccoli third (that's what really cleans the grass juice), and apple last - if you include an apple. I don't always.

Then the kids and I held a dance.

After the dance, I measured my sugar at 230 and took 3 units. It all felt really good compared to how I have been. Who knows, maybe I'll get back on and feel good again and be free.

No duh what? No duh this: D A N C I N G . And come to think of it, singing too. But you know? Dancing is a major factor in what this blog is about: healing. Don't know why I never yet mentioned it - or did I?

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A Way to Stop

That was such killer soup. Barley (and I don't mean pearled) in soup is wut ah luv. I kept adding to the pot every day - but nothing different from what was already in there, other than the mackerel that I sometimes added to my bowl.

This may be obvious to most, but here it is for completeness: A way to stop eating when you've had enough at a meal is to pause temporarily, and then when your appetite has settled down and started to go to sleep (like after 5 or 10 minutes - say you go do something), you can make it permanent by telling your wife to go clean up what you left waiting.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Current Insulin

I have been eating a lot since it got cold and using a lot of insulin - like 6 units per meal, 4 meals per day. Give or take.

The last couple of days, my feet have felt like two rotten tomatoes with bone structures inside.

All yesterday, working outside, my whole body was just buzzing and burning - I can't describe the sugar feeling. It is hard to tell the sugar feeling sometimes, from the insulin feeling. I finally went in and checked my sugar. It was 89. So it was the too much insulin feeling.

My sugar was 89 and I had shoes on, yet I was walking like I was barefoot on gravel on the pavement.

I have been breaking all my rules, such as eating late and eating whatever. In fact, one day I had store bread and butter, and I followed that with a dozen chocolate chip cookies.

But last night, I finally did it right: after a bowl and a half of my killer soup at about 6:00 pm, I napped and relaxed and after I got up, ate no more (the soup had been sooooo good and so satisfying). Man, I was doing burpees and wrestling the dog and doing tricks without exhaustion, weakness, tentative joints, and my feet felt better already! Equal to my discouragement that I may not be able to do this after all (in the Winter at least) and the seeming impossibility of it, was my astonishment at my energy and ability to crouch in a wrestling stance without my knees complaining, and go hopping after the dog with my fingers reaching the floor! -All without getting out of breath!

I'm sure the flu and the cold that immediately followed had something to do with this down time too.

Sometimes in my life I have really felt the importance of plenty of sleep. I must do all I can to get plenty of sleep, I am realizing again.

Collard Soup

I had been hungry for hot soup these cold days and I had no meat to speak of, so I thought I would try making fish soup.

I made a huge pot with the following:
about 30-50 collard leaves from the garden (the tight bundle being about the size of a large cantelope or two, or enough to fill a big salad bowl after being chopped up)
2 banana peppers from the garden
3 small onions, one from the garden
3 potatoes (make sure you don't peel them)
handful of iceberg lettuce
small amount of barley
about a cup of millet
soba (buckwheat) noodles

Then I was going to add a can of tuna, but after tasting what I had thus far, it was so substantial and tasty, I never did add fish. It was killer.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Plain Discouraged

I feel discouraged. Last night, after turning in a good performance I could feel my sugar was high. I checked it and it was 220 something. I took 4 units on an empty stomach and went to bed. I awoke about 1:30 in a sweat and struggled up the stairs and ate 3 apples (small ones from the neighbors' lawns - the good kind). Had I been with it, I would have stopped there and gone back to bed, but I ended up eating so much more, I took another 5 units and never did go back to bed - until after the family got up. I was just tired of this disease and when you have all three of the following, you wonder: Good performance, high sugar, still hungry.

For the past 2 summers and winters, I have been nearly insulin independent in the Summer and totally dependent in the Winter. Could I be going back into Winter the same this year? It has seemed to be dependent on the season alone, without the poor performance people tend to turn in due to the holidays and all the treats and splurging and stuff. It may well be simply that the appetite is bigger when it's cooler and my body has healed to the point that it is insulin independent in the hot months but not to the point where it is in the cool ones.

I have had mixed results this past month. I cannot tell whether I'm actually regressing, just going like normal into the cool months or just been under more stress or something .

Don't know what to do but keep on. I guess the silver lining here is I don't have any decisions to make; there's only one way and that is to keep doing one's best.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Fasting in the Evenings Is Key

On my bad days, I eat late and then stay up late getting back to stable. Sometimes when extenuating circumstances make me later than 6:00 p.m. for supper, or miss supper altogether, I just fast all evening and night. However, more often, I have said I'm hungry darn it and I have eaten and broken the 6:00 p.m. rule.

On good days, I have most often seemed to naturally want my last meal of the day at 4:00-5:00 p.m. Some days I have even messed that up by eating another meal later purely out of incredulity, not hunger.

And of course, such a good day begats the beginning of another good day because my sugar is so stable all night from not eating anywhere near close to bedtime. And it also seems that my body handles meals (provides insulin) far better if it has had a good 12-14 hours fast every night, beginning well before bedtime.

Therefore, I am going to make a big deal out of it. I said before that I would follow the 6:00 p.m. rule absolutely, but I still made exceptions, just out of a "what the heck" attitude. But from now on, I am going to always follow this, even if I am really hungry and I end up having to totally skip supper. Even if I end up having one or two meals in a day only. I am going to be fasting in the evening. Going to get my nourishment mainly at breakfast and lunch (or a late lunch and no supper) so that it won't matter much if supper is skipped. In fact, a lot of days go that way quite natural and comfortably: I eat breakfast and then get around to lunch about 4:00 p.m., and feel great all day and all evening, not having supper.

I really think this will be key, based on my observations and feelings, plus the fact that the 8:00 p.m. rule (which started this whole concept) was personal revelation from God as being key.

Thursday, September 3, 2009


268 tonight. Six units. Perfect supper but no exercise. Not yet caught up on my sleep. Despite these factors, it still indicates I am much more diabetic now than in the last several months. I have no idea whether it is the sleep factor, or whether it is the month or two without supplements catching up with me - I just don't know. But it is interesting.

I ordered a Vitality 6 Pack this morning from Melaleuca, so I will be starting back onto absorbable vitamins and minerals, and antioxidants and what not. We'll see what that does. I suspect it's mainly lack of sleep and exercise and a dash of stress, though, that has got me regressing. I am interested in seeing whether the supplements speed up my recovery relative to progress with just careful lifestyle, superfoods and juice, progress which I think would lead to full recovery without supplements. But then again, I may be getting plenty of a lot of things, but have no way of knowing how good and complete my whole nutrition is. So maybe the supplements will make the difference.

I thought I had bought my last insulin vial. Still may be.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

No Title

Tonight and last night, my sugar was 294. Last night I took about 8 units. Tonight 7. Not sure what's going on but I seem to be regressing. I am having a life changing experience. I have been very busy with very many things, including today being my first day at a new job and I did not feel well. I have been eating quite well and not too much, but not been exercising much.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Life is good, not pretty

Back on Schedule

This is purely anecdotal and inconclusive, but it is interesting to note that since purchasing raw milk, beginning over a year ago, Sharon observed the other week that none of our family had had a cold. Pretty amazing for 5 kids and 2 parents. Well, this week, we were busy and bought only freakenized milk from the store and guess what, Sharon and I had colds, but only mild ones.

On another note, we all went to bed by 10:00 or before last night and half of us got up at 6:00 to start the day together. THIS IS A HUGE FACTOR IN MY BEING ABLE TO GET MY RHYTHM FOR FOOD AND IN GOING TO BED EARLY, NOT EATING AFTER 6:00, AND EATING AT THE RIGHT TIME IN THE MORNING.

We read from Isaiah this morning and found 2 verses that apply directly to current affairs: Chapter 8, particularly Verses 12 and 13. With all the fear and turmoil of today, and our governments' feeble attempts to deal with it, the Lord is telling us that we need not fear China, N. Korea or the Taliban, but that we are going to defeat ourselves if we do not turn to Him. But those who do turn to Him with an eye single will have peace in this life amidst all the trouble and decay. Let the Lord be your dread - better yet, your peace.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Sorry News

I have used insulin and have had quite high sugars the last 4 days. I just have not been preparing my juice or doing anything like usual, eating whatever instead.

Not as an excuse nor a step toward telling why I will still win, but just as a documentation and a warning of what can derail a person: I started back working full time this week and the change in routine was a powerful distraction from proper eating and exercise.

As always, I earn your trust that I tell when I ain't makin' it. Otherwise, I am doing great.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Bus Trip and Dried Food

I was actually surprised how delicious and satisfying my own raw-dried vegetables and natural beef were as I wholly depended on them this past Wednesday through Sunday. I took a 2600-mile Greyhound Bus trip and ate no other thing but what I had in my day-pack and had dried and vacuum-sealed myself. Oh wait - except my raw organic sunflower seeds which were just in a regular bag. I even forgot and left all my grains home and never got any fruit. Oh, but the first day and a half I had a bottle of my juice. By the time I finished it, it had turned to vinegar. I drank it all nonetheless. I also had vitamin C drink mix with me that I used. It had other vitamins too. I also consumed 3 Oligofructose complex multivitamin tablets in the course of the trip.

So that was really great and convenient and my sugar was good the whole time and it was just fine until I got home at midnight Sunday and then I was really hungry and I took my wife to dinner who had just picked me up from the station. We went to Eat N Park and I had a steak and vegetables and eggs and some of her potatoes.

Then we came home and I had a huge feast that included plenty of apples and bananas and a lot of grapes.

I basically totally pigged out.

I was up until about 9:00 am taking care of some business and finally went and laid down until 2:00 pm without checking my blood (which I knew was high but I don't know how high). When I got up, I decided to check my blood to see whether it had come down at all by itself, before going off and having a big workout to get back under control. It was 140. That is very good; it either came down by itself or never got up super high. Either way, that is very good.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Bananas and Pumpkin Seeds

I have found pumpkin seeds go quite well with my frozen banana. Perhaps better even than peanut butter. Go Figure. Or go try it.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Ever'body's Differnt

As I chewed my sprouted mix today, one mouthful tasted like it had a single quinoa berry in it. It was awful.

That is how much I hate quinoa. I hate quinoa, liver and watercress. I didn't learn it; I was not conditioned. Those are the things I hate. It don't change.

Since we all have different peculiarities in what we like, perhaps we can be as different in what is good for us. I don't know. So my point is, don't expect to be just like me, necessarily. Find your own favorites. Eat almonds, for example. See whether you do not have a problem with them.

I am becoming quite certain that my program is personal, not necessarily for physiological reasons alone. Find your own program.

But there are some universal elements: The more basic you can keep it, and natural, the better. Never give up. Be faithful. Be disciplined. Be psyched. Be prayerful. Be well.

More Insulin Folks

Okay I was good for a short time and then I had a few days again in which I shot insulin and ate whatever and a lot of cream n'at.

I didn't feel like giving up my program, but I didn't feel like telling you how soon I had fallen off again either. In fact, I thought about deleting this blog. I felt like going off quiet and doing it. But I didn't feel a lot of confidence I even still could do it. How could I, seeing how I was eating already?

The thing is, sometimes you don't have much time to get the super food you need and in a pinch you eat something not so super. I went a couple or a few months eating good and without any insulin as I said, but I had the food I needed to do it.

But yesterday and the day before, I was kind of feeling like maybe I couldn't really do this. But last night as I went to bed, having eaten all sorts, and feeling like crap, I said, "No, I like feeling good."

I love feeling great so today I ate perfect again. So far.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009


Had some chicken for dinner. I wanted chicken and guess what that is what my wife made so great - but she put some sauce on it that a neighbor had made and I don't know what was in it - sugar maybe?

Anyway, I went to sleep in a chair and woke up a bit ago and it is about 4:30 am and I was feeling like my sugar was a little high so I went ahead and tested and sure enough (no surprise) it was 130. Which is how high I feel it would be. But at least I didn't pig out or anything like that, which is what I bet I could avoid in my last post. Dinner was very satisfying. I had collards from the garden with the chicken. I'm glad I had it in spite of the sauce because that is what my body wanted.

Just a note for those who do not read all my posts, I explained that I never test without reporting it here and I never take insulin without reporting it here. If I report nothing, it means I am doing really well. So if you look to see how much of a gap there was between reporting the insulin use and high sugars of last week and anything like that previous, that is how long I did well. I haven't looked myself but wasn't it at least a couple of months? If I can do a couple of months (or whatever it was) like that, I can do 200 years I think. Two weeks doesn't prove anything but two months is a pretty good indication. But for me, winter is more difficult than summer. Winter will tell.

I just want to mention if I didn't already make it clear, I have zero neuropathy and good feeling feet. The scars are fading on my shins and the skin does not injure so readily as it used to. I seem to heal from broken skin faster, but I never did have a big issue there. Currently, the only supplement I am taking is an occasional dash of brown yeast, the kind containing chromium. I generally eat a whole head of romaine per day, which is roughly equivalent to an RDI of chromium, to my best guesstimate. Anyway, it's how much I am hungry for and it really goes great with sunflower seeds, cucumbers from the garden and sometimes a sprinkle of brown yeast. Oh, and when I feel like it, I have a drink mix packet of vitamin C etc, but that's not too often.

Well, bye and good health to you if I don't post for a while.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Breakfast Update

Early on, I logged everything I was eating to give you an idea, but it has evolved and although I have written about it, I think it good to give a summary of my current diet.

Here are my main staples of late: Romaine, collards, rutabaga, juice, sunflower seeds, sprouted mix of millet, spelt and barley. I have never really given a recipe for the juice I have been doing. It really tastes super to me; I crave it and look forward to it every day. So here's an actual recipe, as exact as I ever do it:

6-10 carrots
yam about the size of a hockey puck
fresh ginger root about the size of a 25 cent bubble gum ball or jaw-breaker (if they are still 25 cents)
1 whole broccoli stalk and head
a few collard leaves
1 heaping dinner plate of wheat grass

Sometimes I put a little of this or that also, but that is basically it. Don't always use collards either. This morning's breakfast was particularly delicious and perfect.

The above is true of the last few months whether or not I was also eating a lot of peanut butter and cream and cheese and such. Since getting back on the wagon about 4 days ago, and remembering what I had said earlier about loving good food and not rewarding yourself with bad food but rather never take a break from the good, and thinking I should be more strict, I have not had anything but superfood. I have also been following the 6:00 pm rule and fasting after that, sometimes after 5:00 pm or so. In addition to the main staples above, I still eat everything else good I ever mentioned too, but not all the time like those above. For those who are just getting on board, I am not a vegetarian. Most of the time I look like one, but I do not believe in abstinence from animal products. I have continued, since writing about it, total abstinence from almonds. When I get even better, I probably will return to eating soaked almonds, but don't hold your breath because I'm afraid eating soaked ones will lead to popping a dry one here and there. They really put my sugar up for some reason, as does white flour and grapefruit.

Since getting on the wagon, I can tell my sugar has been around 95, but I am thinking if I am going to the trouble of this blog, I really should be testing and reporting my sugars on a daily basis so I have some credibility. So I am thinking of investing in some strips but haven't bought them yet. I should also reiterate that I have never been so not hungry. And that most people think when they half-listen to what I am saying that I am saying I have my sugar under control and/or that I am starving. Actually, compared to the average person, I am the opposite of starving and rather than having my sugar under control, my body does it for me, like any other non-diabetic person, except that I am recovering and still need to be more careful than the bullet-proof folks. In fact, if I ever get into the old habits of eating, it only makes obvious sense that even if I were FULLY recovered from the disease, I would contract it again easier than before because I am much older now. This does not mean to me that I am really normally diabetic - not by a long shot, for this reason: The old way of eating is far from normal; the way I eat now is normal. When you eat normal, you generally heal. From any disease, God willing. And for God to be willing is the normal thing to expect. Dying should be the special case.

All you have to do to see how honest an effort the medical researchers (and/or those who should apply their results) are making to cure people is to look at a hospital patient breakfast lunch and dinner menu. Especially if you have taken time to really read my entire blog and/or what some doctors have written on the subject, such as Reversing Syndrome X.

Of course, if your job is to come up with a pill that cures or bandaids something, that is your expertise and your job. And if that's what the market demands, your job is intact. So whose fault is it if people don't know about nutrition? All I know is, all people, including me, do not appreciate how important it is. Without this disease, I never would have learned first hand what I do know, even though I had quite an appreciation that I learned from my parents.

I can see (and I see it all the time) how people could half listen to what I am saying and dismiss it. I cannot see how they could carefully read it and not agree that it is pretty big news. I do know what it is like to be so ingrained with one's current diet to be unable (in 12 years anyway) to dare to think of having to give it up. Most people do not dare to even go near such thoughts. I was pretty shaken when I started out, just having been diagnosed, even though I had already for years intended to someday eat like my dad and try to avoid cancer. It still scared me to think I had no choice any more. And then for the next 12 years, off and on, I continued to eat all the same old stuff. When the neuropathy started getting to be a significant pain, I was down to only needing a nip or two of insulin shot, so it all worked out. I said, I like good food and I like feeling good, so why not just forget all the concocted stuff and make closure? Plus, at the time, I had lost my medical benefits and was motivated to save on diabetic supplies and so forth.

Having said all this today, I bet you I can go until tomorrow and beyond without crashing and doing the opposite of what I said, as has been my tendency. You know, like every time I say I don't eat bread, that night I do just that - that sort of thing.

This leads into the answer to the question, if you say how wonderful real food tastes and all that, why are you still tempted to eat some of the same old stuff? It's psychological, you know. Like how I fall off the wagon (as just described) just because I say something. There's always temptation. Even though the good and real food tastes better and satisfies better, you still remember the old comfort food wasn't bad - you really enjoyed it. And you would still enjoy it as a change of pace, having not had it so long. On the other hand, long abstinence has sometimes made me go years and years with not caring at all about certain junk foods or even peanut butter. But anyway, just because you like Food A better than Food B, doesn't guarantee you will always be in the mood for just Food A. There may be times when you are too lazy to go get Food A and there's a party going on and every one's eating Food B, which is pretty tasty if you're in the know what I mean. But the morning (or even minute) after ALWAYS votes for Food A next time. I am pretty much incapacitated from work and movement when I overeat or do Food B, insulin shot or not. With Food A, I am like in my 20's again - no exaggeration.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Pasteurization Revisited and Reiterated

Based on my studies so far, when extenuating circumstances do not warrant it,

There is no good thing about pasteurizing dairy products.

There is no bad thing about consuming raw dairy products under normal circumstances.

There is a ton of benefit in consuming raw dairy products under normal sanitary circumstances.

Neuropathy This Time

This time around taking insulin, I was surprised I had very little neuropathy, though I had some. It didn't show up in my one big toe like it had been constantly doing a few months back. It got real bad in that one toe until I went off insulin, then it stopped. But it would come back when I had just one little isolated shot. And go away again after that. This time, I heard nothing from that toe. Most of the pain this time was in a spot on the outer side of my ribs. After one day of being good, all neuropathy was gone.

This indicates healing was going on during those couple of months leading up to this week. We already knew that from the degree I was able to eat carbohydrates without insulin shots or exercise, not to mention my energy level.

Friday, July 24, 2009

I'm Back

Since my last posts, most of this week, I have been generally eating once a day, not too bad of food, like a lot of peanut butter, romaine, and refried pinto beans and cheese and some cream in addition to the juice and stuff. Eating too long though, and too late in the day, and getting up to 250-300 and taking 5 or 6 units and going to bed.

Off the wagon, in other words. Hmmm, I recently heard that the sugar beets that fell off the wagon had just as much sugar in them as the ones still on the wagon. Just as much sugar, eh? Actually, more.

Disregard the last paragraph if it means nothing to you.

Well, so like I said, I was broke down most of the week but today I got back up with a bang. I had 3 short (just ate until I had enough) meals, all centered around juice, no peanut butter or cooked beans, no cheese, no dairy. Didn't even want any grain. Just juice, greens, radishes, brown yeast, sunflower seeds. I was completely satisfied. Enjoyed it too. And get this: I exercised after each short meal even though I pr'y 'd ah been alright without.

So we'll see how I keep doing. I'll let you know whenever I'm bad, as always. Boy, lotta energy today. Lotta laughter too. Feeling good and not being diabetic makes ALL the difference. Those 30 and over who don't eat like it says in the link I gave last time will also experience ALL the difference when they do.

Health Basic

I came across a pretty good article that puts a lot of it into a nutshell:

Everyone should at least know the things this article lays out.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

What It Is

Here's what it is:

One must be patient. I prayed for a thing when I was young and the distinct impression I received was that if I were patient, I would eventually receive it if that's what I wanted.

I weighed patience and the thing and chose to drop it and move on.

What it is, is, I'm not patient. I can be patient with diabetes and my wife and my friends and my kids, my customers and those I try to help. No matter how disappointed I am in current affairs, if just keep patience for the final finish and the final reward, or at least rewards in the future, near and distant, or both, and be all I can to all these people, including the flakey ones, rather than punish them or give up on them, each one of them will do me justice in the end by their gratitude and love at the very least.

I had an appointment this morning at 9:00 am to see a man at a fabrication shop and tour his operation, and see about possible collaboration. I didn't hear my alarm. I'd fought with my wife for no reason last night and stayed up quite late. I woke up at 9:00 sharp and had to call and tell him. He said to call him next week but I did not want to, after what happened. But I will. Hopefully, he'll choose patience. This experience really shook me up.

There - see? I didn't want to call next week because I had no patience with myself.

Monday, July 20, 2009

I fell off the wagon day before yesterday and I ain't got back on. I don't have an explanation. Today, I was hungry and had a lot of juice and felt great and then went and ate a whole lot more and didn't feel as great, but wasn't sorry. I got up to 277 and took 5 units.

Now I have a question: Why do, or do we have to always be tested and fail right after we say something? Why do I have to binge or whatever every single time I tell someone how well I've been doing? Why do I have to eat a piece of cake right after I tell someone I do not eat cake? Why do I have to yell at my wife right after saying I never want to yell again? Why, after explaining that our feelings follow our actions and we don't really feel very angry until we start yelling and then it takes off exponentially, and that the common tool of Satan is to turn down the light, do I have to do that very thing for the first time in ages? Seems we are always tested right away on whatever we say. In my case, I usually fail. It kind of serves as a fortification of my knowledge that what I said really really was true, for the next opportunity to be tested.

All I can say is, I feel no discouragement or doubt. My recent success has been too great for any of that. I use the word success for clarity but I really mean blessing.

Sure am loving that Romaine. Been eating the red variety - did you know there is a difference in flavor from the regular green kind?

While I'm here, let me tell you about the wild flowers along the bike trail in Baldwin Borough. I could not tell whether they were planted deliberately by humans or just naturally occurring weeds. They were breathtaking today. I was coming home from the dentist (oral surgery) and gazing at the colors helped ease the pain. I felt fine afterward, a good kind of hurt. The colors and the patterns were both unprecedented for me.

Still feeling a lot of love.

And I don't know whether I mentioned it, but I have been noticing a sudden acceleration in my love for Pittsburgh and surrounding area and people lately. It really is such a cool place. I was riding up river close to home and thinking boy I sure couldn't be doing this back in the Utah desert, no sir. Of course, different as they are, I enjoy cycling equally in Pittsburgh and Salt Lake City, each for very different but good reasons. I think it is silly to compete and trash talk between cities and states. I love the whole earth. What do I care that some guys drew some borders and built some buildings and infrastructure and set up some governments? I'll tell you what I do not like though. I am very against the big push to standardize things and make everything all brand new (even if no one occupies) to the point (which we have already arrived and passed by) that you cannot tell what city or part of the country you are in because the brand new shopping areas all look the same. We need more mom and pops and dusty roadsides. C'mon.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Slice a' French Toast

So today after church, having not eaten, I made my juice - with lots of collards and lots of wheat grass. Very rich with wheat grass today. Made a lot too. Drank all that plus had a lot of meat sauce whole wheat spaghetti a la Sharon and then some more with cream but before that had a slice of french toast the kids had left and also had some peanut butter and salad. Wow all at once and then 6 units thank you very much sure was good.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Slice of Bread

Actually, hot cakes.

Today I was telling someone again how well I was doing. Whenever I do that, I have a crash that night. I also told them I cannot eat a slice of bread, only my sprouted grains as-is.

So naturally, when I was done talking to them, I went and ate some of Sharon's hotcakes and then I topped it off with a bunch of popcorn. I felt sugary, even after some exercise and work, so I tested: 318. Took six units. Went to bed. Hour and a half later woke up and struggled up the stairs to eat some apples I got off the neighbor's ground - SOOO GOOD! Because my sugar had gone low and I was in a sweat and all that. After pigging out and then settling down and reading a bit and being afraid I would need another shot, I what the heck and spent another test strip: 107.

Also note, no juice today either.

Seems I am doing more poorly since quitting my supplements, but I'm going longer - jury's still out. One thing is certain: I always do poorly on days I don't have supplements or juice, even if I eat a lot of romaine and pretty good stuff.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Beautiful Feet? Beautiful News.

I never felt I had a need to force any of this on anyone and I did not want to chance upsetting anyone and I really didn't care that much....

But there comes a point when you realize something is undisputably no-contest true and it starts to flow from your mouth without carefulness.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Window Screens

I mentioned it in my last post, so I elaborate on screens.

First thing I do when I move into a place is remove those pesky storm doors that battle you every time you try to enter your house with the groceries. Next thing I do is throw away all screens.

There is no better method for hampering your view of the outdoors than utilizing a screen.

Screens are highly effective flow restrictors to inhibit cool, fresh breezes that would otherwise come in through the window or the front door.

Screens get rusty or dirty and are one of the most effective ways next to vinyl or aluminum siding to give your home that crappy look.

Screens trap, torture and kill flying insects inside your home. They do nothing to keep harmful bugs outside. At least where I live. Our mosquitos here are smart, if not likeable. They do not like to come into the house. So with all the windows wide open, they do not come in. They only like it in the garden and they only come out at night.

Did you know your worst air pollution you ever experience is inside your sealed up home? Weather permitting, ours is always wide open. It's the way I was raised. It's the only way. In winter, I air out the house each morning before turning on the furnace. And at night, I always prefer to sleep with the window wide open if I am not sleeping outside.

Fresh air, people. Fresh air.

Standard of Living vs. Quality of Life

We visited Aunt Connie in Southern Utah several years ago. She guided us to ancient ruins of villiages where people lived in hogans. We examined fragments of fine pottery. The thing that struck me most was, simple and probably rugged though their lifestyle, they probably had a better quality of life than I. I don't know this, but it seemed to be. I imagined fathers living close to their families and not having a lot of complicated machinery to maintain and be a cog of. But even though their technology was primitive, men are men and there may well have been a system in place for the power hungry to grind the face of the common man. Could be that his quality of life was no better than mine, who knows? But if you imagine it, people working together with each other and nature and none gouging any, indeed they would greatly prosper without hurting the earth or abusing each other. Their burdens would be very light. They would have quality of life. Family togetherness.

I just picked up a paragraph from Wilkepedia:

Deep ecology establishes principles for the well-being of all life on Earth and the richness and diversity of life forms. This is only compatible with a substantial decrease of the human population and the end of human interference with the nonhuman world. To achieve this, deep ecologists advocate policies for basic economic, technological, and ideological structures that will improve the quality of life rather than the standard of living . Those who subscribe to these principles are obliged to make the necessary change happen. (Devall, W. and G. Sessions (1985). Deep Ecology: Living As If Nature Mattered. Layton, Utah: Gibbs Smith, p. 70. ISBN 9780879052478)

This was written by someone who knew what I am talking about. But they do not have the right solution. The Lord declared, "For the earth is full, and there is enough and to spare; yea, I prepared all things, and have given unto the children of men to be agents unto themselves. Therefore, if any man shall take of the abundance which I have made, and impart not his portion, according to the law of my gospel, unto the poor and the needy, he shall, with the wicked, lift up his eyes in hell, being in torment."

I do not believe in a hands-off policy. We should be scientific and proactive; we are agents. We have dominion. We have the Lord's guidance. The earth did not just happen, so its maintenance should not be left to "nature" nor should it be left to evil men.

I call for people with a concience everywhere to stop consuming what they do not need. My favorite example is our brand-new "dependence" on refridgeration. Please! We have nearly 100% of our citizens in the US maintaining a guesstimated average of 65 degrees all summer long in their vehicles and buildings, whether they live in Georgia, Texas or North Dakota. I have never lived more than 6 months in a state where air conditioning was even useful, let alone needed. Why do the same people need to be in a 75 degree environment all winter long and a 60 degree environment all summer long? I used to ride a bus for an hour and 20 minutes to and from work across the cool Southeast Idaho desert during the summer time. The temperature (according to my memory) ranged between 70 and 90 degrees. I had to wear my long winter overcoat to ride and sleep on the bus because they always cranked the a/c to maintain a temperature somewhere in the 50's or close to it. This in an area where people lived comfortably in the summer without refridgeration for thousands of years, where there are no bugs to speak of, and sweat is a rare thing. I now live in Pennsylvania. It gets humid sometimes and sometimes it's hot. But we still have no use for air conditioning. One of my favorite things in life is having a fresh cool breeze waft in through an open (screenless) window on a hot and humid day or evening. People who live in a/c never get fresh air. They could go travel in space and never be unhappy. Finally, I have to ask, if we had it through the history of man until the last 110 years, WHAT IS WRONG WITH SWEAT?????????????????????????????????????????????

We think we must maintain our standard of living and light up the world. Why? Turn on a light when you need it. Why do we need to light up China? I will tell you who says we need to light up China: people selling commercial nuclear power. Do they have a reason? Yes - only that it will put money in their pocket and they will be able to say, "We lit up China. It was dark at night, looking from space, and the US was all lit up. Now they are both lit up." Why are we more concerned with "safety" and "security" than the environment? Why can't we use other, more direct and effective methods to find our way in the dark and combat crime than light? Why don't we carry a flashlight or just go to bed at night???????????

Everywhere I look, tons of excess extravagance. Most of it serving only to insulate from lawsuits and/or to make a marketing pitch.

But I just love that phrase, "improve the quality of life rather than the standard of living ."

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Fast Frisbee

Several years ago, I invented the ultimate frisbee game. Unfortunately, there was a slower, klunkier frisbee game that had already presumed to take the name 'ultimate frisbee.'

So I had to name mine 'fast frisbee.' Maybe a better name anyway. But the other game is not the ultimate, so they should give up the name.

Background: When you exercise to exercise, it can be very tedius and mentally anguishing. That's why I enjoyed wrestling so much. You were having too much fun, usually, to notice how exhausted you were. Plus, it was so unpredictable as to when you would get relief (as opposed to running a specified distance or riding a bike to the top of a hill), you tended not to think about it. Anyway, in my teens, I invented a game that was great exercise in which, unlike wrestling, had zero anguish. It was simple: you go out on a grass field with another person and a frisbee and play catch. The more the other person stinks at frisbee throwing, the better the workout you get, because you try to catch every single throw, no matter how far off and unlikely. You dive and roll a lot. Plus, the thing is, you never hang onto the frisbee. In and out. You catch it, you are throwing it - all in one motion. So there's minimal resting and slowing down. And waiting. After a while, since you are running every which way and catching high and low and left and right, you get so you develop a variety of throwing techniques to suit your relative position to your target - especially since there is no stopping and it is supposed to be all one motion. So you get pretty good at the following throws:

Outside Overhand
Inside Overhand
Outside Thumb
Inside Thumb
Inside Underhand (Regular)
Low Inside Underhand (same as regular except instead of starting with the frisbee held level across your pelvis or stomach, you start with the frisbee vertical and back as if you were going to pitch a softball or horse shoe and then as you bring it forward, you snap it to level so it flies level. This usually results in a high hovering flight)
I suppose you could throw a decent Outside Underhand, but I have never developed it or found it practical since I have the Outside Thumb to throw.
Similarly, there isn't much use for the Inside Overhand because of the Inside Thumb. Mostly, I just throw the Outside Overhand, Outside Thumb and Regular. And I throw with my left hand.

Slow and klunky Ultimate Frisbee makes a big deal out of the success of each throw. There is a lot of waiting and running around for position while the man with the disc ducks around trying to throw past the guards jumping all over him to block his shot. It's very tedius. And Klunky. Each throw is such a big deal, and is so pre-meditated, the game always gets too serious and players get left out while the boldest soon fall to throwing only to their buddies they know best.

Another problem with Ultimate and it's big-deal throws, people are careful so they do most of their throws as a Regular and most of their catches with two hands. Nothing fancy, nothing fun.

So here's how you play: Just like Ultimate, but replace Thou Shalt Not Run With The Frisbee with Thou Shalt Not Hold The Frisbee. Also, forget out of bounds. Out of bounds, even in basketball, is just an excuse for sissies to rest and slow the game down. Also, and this is essential, when the frisbee is dropped or a catch is missed, whoever picks it up has possession. Who lost it has no relevance. That way, you have a lot more chasing, diving and piling. But more importantly, it reduces the big deal out of every throw because you know that if they miss, it doesn't automatically mean it's the other team's ball. But obviously, there is motivation to throw and catch well to score. And to score, you have to make the catch. If the frisbee hits the turf in the end zone, offense has to throw it back out to the field; defense does the same thing but obviously keeps trying to drive it to the other end zone. Because of the Thou Shalt Not Hold The Frisbee rule, the game is condusive to the various throwing techniques. One does not stop running just because he catches the frisbee, but he can if he wants. Just so he throws it as it is caught. Being this fast, it becomes necessary to have someone in the end zone well before the movers are ready to attempt a goal; therefore, it is permissible for a receiver (and a defender) to remain in the end zone at all times. In fact, it is permissible for all players to be anywhere they please at any time.

Simple Mayo

Tonight I wanted traditional tuna so I made some mayo to go with my tuna, fresh ginger chips (in lieu of pickle) and romaine.

I took my coconut oil, which I have been keeping in the fridge, so it's pretty hard, and melted some in a steel bowl on the stove on low heat. I dropped 2 eggs into the blender and turned it on. After the eggs were beaten a moment, I began to pour a thin stream of the warm coconut oil into the blender. I continued until the mayo on top suddenly froze, unaffected by the propeller, whereupon I stopped pouring and my coconut mayo was done.

It was good!

Not All Better

Last night (the next night) I was still off: I had a little cream, a lot of peanuts and some rhubarb. Wow, what a treat!

But then I was 194. I took a shot. Almost 2 units.

In the morning, I still didn't feel good. I haven't been 100% since my trip with the scouts a week and a half ago. That's about the time I quit taking any supplements and I'm wondering if I'm missing those despite my (albeit feeble) efforts to eat super and not need supplements.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Bad Day

Today for some reason I was really hungry and weak all morning going to and being at church. I did not eat, but that is not unusual for Sunday. In fact, it is normal - since I am so physical the rest of the week, it only makes sense to me to go to church fasting since I'm not hungry and won't be doing much. But today I was hungry.

So when I got home, I had a peeeeeerrrrrfect meal. But then Sharon cooked chicken too. And then the cream was sitting there.......

I ate too much. I was 249. For the first time in 12 years, I was just sick of running just because of my sugar. I went to sleep. I woke up and tested again: 260. I didn't want to at all, but I went around the bridge loop on foot again. But this time, I walked most of the way. I didn't feel well in general and also had a heartburn/hiccup/squid effect thing going on with my tubes.

So this isn't a blog about how easy it is to get over diabetes easy in one year. It's a blog about how I'm going to be and how I'm doing so far and how I still believe they are wrong when they say "incurable! here's some meds."

Thursday, July 9, 2009

No Title - That limits the imagination too much on this one

I feel happy, man.

I feel very very happy.

And my fingernails are like two by fours, man. Two by fours.

Because I been eating collards man, eating collards and drinking collard juice, dude.

My finger nails feel like two by fours in my fingers.

Dig it.
I don't think I mentioned this but I am not certain. If not, it's amazing because I observed this very key phenomenon way back in 1986.

Your interest in, cravings for or temptation to eat junk food is inversely proportional to your current fitness.

When I am busy and schedule challenged I get into the mood for candy and what not. When I am in shape to compete in a 5k race, I have no desire for such things.

And I don't sit and sit and eat big meals.

Purely out of want - no concious effort required.

So while exercise will burn carbs and calories and lower cholesterol and improve your general health and metabolism, the single biggest benefit it gives you in losing weight or reversing Syndrome X is the thing it does to your appetite. It replaces your appetite for junk food with an appetite for lite.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Time for Revival Already

Yeah, I haven't been too careful and haven't been feeling good the last several nights. Tonight I was feeling seriously out of range so I tested and it was 352. I was going to go for a jog anyway, now I was going for sure. I ran over the Boston Bridge and down to the 15th St Bridge and across and when I got to the Christy Park Plant, I walked the rest of the way home because I could feel my right knee had had enough. Got back and my sugar was 192. That was good because the way I felt, I was doubtful exercise would even help but it did so I guess I'm not totally shot like when I went onto insulin.

Walking from where the dirt road dips under the rail bridge and turns to asphalt again, the nearly full moon shone down on me and my road and lit up the over-reaching bush branches in a way that made me glad my sugar had been high and had driven me out to see this. It was so beautiful and peaceful, it made me completely happy.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Good Blog Rule

Probably it is good to find your subject and your tribe and not mix in anything else to one given blog.

For instance, you should not do like I do: turn off religious readers with extreme ideas about food and extreme food freaks with religious material. Then you are left with two great veins of material and zero readers. Best to keep them separate.

But I don't; at least so far. Because the two are me.

The Gift of Timelessness

I have a message to every person I know. It is what I taught to my children this evening. As you get older (those of you who are still under the age of 20), you will find that time passes slowly at first, then it picks up and goes faster, and faster, and faster, and then faster than you were even able to imagine when you noticed it was accelerating. It will do this whether you are having fun or not.

If you base your happiness in what you enjoyed for breakfast and what movie you will enjoy this evening, and your favorite song, you will experience anxiety in having to wait for many of the things you are trying to obtain in life as you go up the hill to middle age (at first, because time moves slowly; later, because it's going by quick and you are falling behind schedule). Then when you hump and descend, you will feel regret and sadness as you begin to notice wrinkles forming on your body, your hair turning gray and kinky or disappearing, your knees stiffening up, etc. You will feel an emptiness and wonder what it's all for as death approaches.

Your joy will be Time-Dependent.

If on the other hand, you pray, study the Book of Mormon and the scriptures and love and serve other people, the Lord will give unto you His Spirit which will cause joy in your spirit and health in your body.

And a special gift: The Gift of Timelessness.

You will continue through life with the sensation that it doesn't matter when. Or even where. Maybe not even who. Only what. It will only matter to you what you did, what your spirit has. You will not be sad to think of your 6th birthday party and your high school prom being so many years ago. You will not be sad about your favorite things from the good old days changing or disappearing. It won't even bother you too much that the government and society are going to pot - as long as you are doing your best to help slow or prevent it. You will not be sad about the past going fast into the distance nor will you look to the near, intermediate or far future with anything but anticipation and enthusiasm. You will see your entire life, not as something past and gone (so what does it matter what really happened) but as something tangible - where your 6th birthday party is as real and near as the present, and where death is just one more thing in your bright future. It will not bother you that there are people younger than you. When loved ones pass on, you will not be sad.

Your joy will be in the good things that happen - independent of when they happen. This joy in its absolute form is only available through the Gift of the Holy Ghost. And just so that you know I am not kidding, I tell you these things in the name of Jesus Christ.

Here's a caveat: I know I am a prophet only in the sense that I have received a testimony of Jesus through the Holy Ghost and that I am not your leader. It is possible that the Gift of Timelessness I describe above is one of the specific spiritual gifts given to some and not to others. I really do not know. It is possible you will never realize what I am saying. But I do know that I have this gift. I do think it is available to everyone. If not, I know whatever your gift, it will be as sweet to you as mine is to me.

Therefore, I share a verse or two from 2 Nephi that strike me as possibly the very best invitation to the gospel:

Come, my brethren, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters; and he that hath no money, come buy and eat; yea, come buy wine and milk without money and without price. Wherefore, do not spend money for that which is of no worth, nor your labor for that which cannot satisfy. Hearken diligently unto me, and remember the words which I have spoken; and come unto the Holy One of Israel, and feast upon that which perisheth not, neither can be corrupted, and let your soul delight in fatness.

To every person I know, I say this is real.

Potato Skins

Yesterday, I had raw homemade cheese, raw fresh ginger, a spiny cucumber straight from my garden, and a nice big plate of raw potato peelings my wife had saved me in the fridge with no covering.

I had some potato peelings left over which I dried in my food dehydrator to make potato skins. I did not add anything to them. They sure are good.

By the way, the last few nights, I have not checked my sugar or used insulin, but I can tell you for certain I let my sugar go too high. How high, I do not know, but definately way too high. Got a little frisky about what I ate. Ate some homemade bread and drank a quart of cream straight down a time or three. At least it was raw and pure.

Other than that, I have been still feeling really really great and not been sugary. Feet have been good. Energy up. Still not starving or hungry at all.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Another One for the You Ain't Lived Dept.

Thin slice of fresh rutabaga.

Spread on natural peanut butter or coconut oil or....

Sprinkle "seed" over the top and dump off excess that does not stick.

Go over and sit in favorite chair and enjoy.

Walk back to counter and repeat.

This is a good one to try on the day you first go off of bread.

Now here is what is meant by "seed:"

Take equal parts of hulled (butt naked but not "pearled") spelt, millet and barley that are not too aged, but maybe go a little light on the barley. Soak in water for 1-2 hours and drain. Rinse and drain thoroughly at least 3 times per day until all 3 naked grains are sprouted substantially; however, do not continue until they start to sour. Curtail sprouting while they are still sweet. This will probably only work for naked grains if the temperature is continuously between 70 degrees F and 110 degrees F, with the temperature reaching at least 80 degrees F for most of the daytime hours. The warmer, the better the sprout. If it sours, you can still try rinsing it very well and proceeding and see if the taste is acceptable to you; otherwise, you will have to start over and not let it go as long. But do not throw away sour or mouldy sprouts: find a place to plant them and then use the grass that results. I planted a 2' x 20' row of mouldy wheat this Spring that kept me in wheat grass juice almost every day for about 2 months. Anyway, once you are done sprouting, set the product out in the sun for just a couple of hours on some sort of clean cloth and spread them evenly, long enough to dry them externally. You can leave them out longer and no harm is done, it's just that the longer they are left out, the more chlorophyll they'll develop (good thing), but the harder they will get. The drier they are, the better they'll keep, but you may want to hydrolyze them a bit just before consumption in that case. If you do not put them out to dry in the sun, they will soon sour before you can eat them all, unless you made an idiotically small amount. You need to make at least 2 quarts at a time to give the berries a chance to be buried under other berries and thus sprout more readily. Then, each time you rinse, they will get all stirred around and rotated for uniform sprouting. I always do mine in a Rubbermaid dish-washing pan. I find it very conducive to sprouting and very easy to drain out of one corner if I distort the pan into a narrow pitcher spout at one corner and use the help of a sprouting screen after I pour off most of the water. The newer dish pans are more flexible than the old style was.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Here's One

It takes a woman or a tough man to grow old; that's why I try to stay young.

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I do my best work when I've been up all night or generally just feel like crap.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Just When You're Feeling Strong

Just when you are feeling strong,
You've had a lifetime of goodbyes,
and you are used to it.....
Besides, you have plenty of friends,
You have the Comforter,
You love the road, ever passing places and people......
Just when you think you have gained all the beautiful people you need as friends,
Some more come along to prove to you there is no end of snowflakes,
and you just can't help feeling the pull as the weight of sadness swings below you,
knowing they will go somewhere....
as if they were that important to you,
like the friends you always had
bye bye

It boogles the mind to think that there are even more of them out there somewhere - people that you have no indication that they exist, that if you did know them, you wouldn't be able to live without them. On the other hand, people who think they cannot live without beer do not realize that had they never tasted it in the first place they would be able to enjoy life fine since beer would be only one of an infinite number of things out in the universe that they had not tried and are currently living without. So if beer is not important, the people must not be. Right? Hmmm. Maybe there's more to it.

If the weight of sadness swings below you (it's tied to your ankles and weighs about 150 lb, and you are hanging onto a bar up in the air), you know you're living. Some cultures value all emotion equally, sad and happy. To them, it is the intensity that is valuable, happy or sad. This can be better understood when you consider the passing of a loved one: the real sadness would be if it didn't hurt because you didn't really care. They refer to material property and temporal emergencies both as Sorrow because the maintenance of each taxes your attention to things that matter.

I like to think of everyone I have ever considered a friend or someone I admire, as a cult. Once in, you can't get out. And whoever has the most friends, or the most that they have been a friend to, when they die - wins. You cannot get out of the cult simply by moving away and not having any contact for 5, 25 or 100 years, or by offending me. I will still remember you from time to time and pray for you, the way (almost the way?) my mother did for me. And I hope and like to think that if and when you ever surface again that I will do all I can to give you some good stuff.

Now ain't that Special? I guess so.

Beautiful Day

Today is green and fresh and bright. My neighborhood looked and felt the way my neighjborhood in 1964 did, before it decayed into something a little rougher. Jim and Rosie's place down on the corner especially contributes to this ambiance.

I had a breakfast to go with all that - so good that I could not pass up posting about it.

I made juice from carrots, ginger, a pile of wheat grass with wheat on the top and broccoli. Then I went upstairs and had some raw pumkin seeds and fresh romaine. Romaine is high in chromium, you know - so much so, I may not even need the yeast I have been buying. Then I walked down the road slowly in the sun, eating a chunk of cucumber Emma had been gnawing on. It tasted so good, I had to stop and comment to the yard sale patrons and clerk, "I was just thinking, why do people drink beer when they could be eating a cucumber?? Mmmm Mm! It's so good!"

Anyway, that's all I had, and let me tell you, I have never had anything hit the spot so well. It seemed to me that the goodness and strength that flowed into my body from that felt to my body the way my baptism felt to my spirit when I was young.

So as you may have noticed, it has been quite a while since I have used (needed) insulin or test strips. Yay!

Monday, June 8, 2009

How Much Romaine for Chromium DV?

I heard from the X Syndrome people you shouldn't OD on Iron or Copper, that you should avoid supplements containing these things if you eat the way I do, which gets you plenty of iron and copper.

My multi's and my yeasts have tons of iron and copper.

So I wondered how to get plenty of chromium without them.
I estimated from a couple of websites that 1/2 oz of lettuce = 1 Cup = 2/3 to 1 leaf, and that 2 Cups gets you about 15% of a daily value. So conservatively figure 2 leaves gets you 15%, you'd get 100% on a dozen leaves or less. That sounds about the amount I have been hungry for in one day. But not every day.

I'm going out to plant some Romaine, people.

Get this: tomatoes and onions are also good sources of chromium. I already have a lot of those planted and growing. Also, whole grains are a source; I eat those sprouted and raw, no bread - so I'm pretty good there.

I also read that Vitamin C helps you absorb Chromium. There's plenty of C in the romaine and other stuff I eat like that. Oh, and brazil nuts and the grains are big sources of Selenium, especially the nuts - almost to the point of toxicity.

See? Any right food philosophy always boils down to my dad's method: Just follow your appetite through the aisles of plain, whole foods.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


Our family has revived our practice (well, we are trying) of daily family scripture study. I start out reading a verse and we go around the room, each reading a verse. I make it through one or two cycles and next thing I know, they are waking me up for supper or whatever. Sharon referenced this today with the comment that it must be boring to me. I explained no, it is interesting to me - interesting to the point of contentment!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

My Thoughts On What Car You Drive

My brother was venting about what business is it of the President what kind of car he drives.

My wife is nervous about getting a chip implanted into her skin, and she shudders when she hears some things the President says because she is currently reading Ayne Rand's "Atlas Shrugged."

I panicked when Clinton gained office because he and his health care aspirations were so radical and unwanted to me.

In hindsight, Clinton left a footprint, but he didn't roll any boulders. To do any damage, a president must be political and compromise. They all will have their personal quests that they must seek to be true to themselves, but these will fail. Such as that great idea Forbes had of a flat tax (never mind that he didn't win office) which never would have made it into law. G. W. Bush seemed to love his idea of assistance to church charities but didn't seem to have much support. The pet ideals these individuals try to champion never fly in this country (that could change if we keep going down hill). But the general posture they carry day to day while in office, the political compromises they are able to coax toward their general philosophy as they do their job are the things that leave a mark and add sand to the castle. In this sense, the more bland they are, the more time they spend doing actual work and the less championing of new ideas, the more dangerously effective they will be. Like G. W. Bush, perhaps. Or Reagan.

So someone like Obama with lotsa fresh ideas (shall we say) isn't any more threat than what incremental things he accomplishes behind the scenes (he does things like that - have you noticed?). Pay no attention to his speeches (he's good at that). Worry about what he did an hour before or after. I celebrate his fresh ideas and his speeches and the fact that he can gain office and preach to and counsel us, his people. To me, that is what a president is for. If I were President, I would promote my radical ideas and give lots of fireside broadcasts, telling the people what I think they should be and do. And I would give them encouragement. I have often thought of this and the good effect it would have if done according to the Spirit. And the more a president is out promoting his great ideas, the less time he has to sneak around behind the curtain. So bully for whatever he says on TV, etc. Good for him.

Relatively speaking, Mr. Obama cannot do damage or make change any more than you or I; he is in the same ballpark: he is a human being, an American citizen, not a god or a devil. In the final analysis, damage to our country and our world (or any significant change for the worse) will come not because of a Mr. Obama or a president, but because the mass of people across the land shirked individual responsibility.

One of those individual responsibilities is to speak out in answer to your President's speeches.

It's the people, not the president or the congress. To some extent, it is Hollywood.

If there is a utopian society in your future you will need to have been a good citizen to become a part of it. So be a good citizen even if the whole world has already gone to pot or you will be shut out. And don't cheat on your taxes because you can. Your integrity is worth more than all the money you could ever acquire. Don't sell it for $200.

Randy Abbey

I always think of my brother in law, Randy, when I come across written gems, particularly if they come in the form of a news headline.

Here's one from a bread wrapper I noticed yesterday (the gem, I fonted bold):


Nothing less than 100%. The Nature's Pride Promise. Every single slice (hey - what if you double them up?) of Nature's Pride bread is baked the way Nature intended.

Now, the fact that 'Nature' is capitalized, I could take that to be a reference to the baking company, not the un-perverted flow of things. If that is the case, then never mind. But if they mean 'nature' in the general sense, it is funny, since by definition, bread is the product of significant processing. Humor evaporates when you explain it, but I have to tell you, I had a good long laugh when I read this wrapper.

While I'm at it, let me show you a great example of poor (but funny) professorship writing (but by no means the worst writing I have seen coming from an engineering or science Phd - not by a long shot): "Although a time-varying system without nonlinearity is still a linear system, the analysis and design of this class of systems are usually much more complex than that of the linear time-invariant systems." It could have been said, "The analysis and design of time-varying systems is usually much more complex than time-invariant systems, even if linear."


Breakfast today knocked my socks off, spun me around and ..... Well, not really, but it was that good! So I had to tell you about it -

Cameo apple, asparagus and collard, sunflower seeds, corn on the cob all together and topped off with chocolate. Also had a dash of brewer's yeast. I would have had them all raw, but the asparagus and corn happened to be cooked. Wow - chocolate sure goes great chasing sweet corn!

Ladies, I wasn't trying to (unfortunately), but since stopping peanut butter and cheese this past week, I have lost so much weight, I can tell just by feeling my spare tire area or by looking in the mirror. I did it just because I had the notion it might be good for me. Too bad I wasn't looking to lose weight. But hey, why don't you do the same??

Wow, collards and asparagus go good together!

A couple of days ago, I felt my sugar was certainly a little high. Normally, I would have jogged it off and not checked it, but I was so beat, I just checked it and it was 163. Then I jogged it off. Been feeling great otherwise. But boy, the better I eat, even within my own standard, I am seeing huge differences in how I feel. For instance, if I eat the most perfect things all day and do everything perfect and raw and superfood, etc. and then break one of my little rules, like eating after 6 pm or having just a little more sunflower seed than I knew I needed, or if I don't really need to exercise to get my sugar down but I do anyway (which makes a positive difference), wow, what a difference it makes. Like I have known for a long time, as told me years ago by Jim Wells, when you're fine tuned, you are sensitive.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Diet Controlled


I explained it all in the posting, "Food Issues."

But people don't take the time to think and realize the distinction, so I am working on a concise one-liner to help educate. I will make the attempt here, and as time goes on, I will edit and revise my one-liner:

No, not diet controlled. Cured through proper diet; not controlled through prescribed diet.

OR I was thinking about something like: Not diet controlled; pancreas controlled.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Still Shooting

I took 2 units yesterday and today just in order to eat some almonds because I was trying to avoid peanut butter but wanted some nuts and almonds was all I really had.

But I still had a rough day today; sugar was a little high despite the shot. It may have been stress, not just almonds. I'm not sure. Then tonight I took 3 more units, which was too much because now my sugar is dropping like a rock.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

You Can Quote Me

You need check no further than the hospital menu to see whether the hospital is a place where you get well.

All that research and practice into pills and machines, and a gratuitous nod to nutrition. How can you call yourself mainstream? How can you say you are trying to find a cure? Have you looked under the bed? Did you check your other pocket?

Chocolate Spelled Out

Hey, it should be apparent if you have been reading all I've written about unsweetened baking chocolate, but I thought I had better spell it out in its own little post:

A friend recently described her reaction to the stuff this way: it is so bitter and nasty that I cannot even taste any chocolate.

How true, how true. My dad used to eat the stuff plain after dinner before he discovered dry corroded nippy cheddar cheese, which he switched to, explaining that the two delights tasted exactly the same. It's hard to tell when one is bright orange and the other a dark brown, but he may have been correct. But I digress. I used to dislike the stuff; it did not taste at all like chocolate, the bitter was so overpowering.

You get used to it until, not all the time, but much of the time, depending on how hungry you are and how primed you are for chocolate, it does taste just like chocolate, even without the sugar. Be that as it may, I am not here to urge anyone to get to that point. My point today is that you can eat it sweet and get that chocolate taste regardless - without sugar. The chocolate taste comes out, just as it ever did (even if you are not accustomed to eating it but with sugar) eaten with fruit or squash or stuff.

You don't need to mix the chocolate with the fruit. Just have them both. Fruit with chocolate - unsweetened. Doesn't have to be "sugar." Then you get your beloved chocolate, same fix as ever, AND you get your fruit (or squash or .....) done! Isn't that keen??

I swear, this is going places. And I won't get the credit. I am not the only one anyway. Anyway, you see, you do not need processed sugar or its substitutes.


Hopefully, before I run out of titles for these, I'll have gotten under control.

I need to stop telling people I'm off insulin at all because whenever I do, I take a shot right soon after.

So I didn't check my sugar tonight, but I took 3 units.

It's been like, super good then (click) super stupid then (click) super good then (click) super stupid.....

I tell people I have lately been trying to eat nothing but super food - raw. Except my meat and cheese. But fact is, I sometimes eat too much cheese and I still of course cannot always stay away from peanut butter, which probably is not a super food (even if it contains something I crave, for the most part it's probably not doing me good) and definitely not raw. So today I was contemplating, maybe I'll do better even, if I quit peanut butter and steamed cheese altogether.

Any road, I am definitely better than I was a few weeks ago - I mean my body is healed better. Even when I need a shot, it's like 8% of what I would have needed then under the same circumstances. I believe that in the long haul, I will get to the point of complete healing - that is, I believe the longer I eat right and stuff, the more actually cured I will be. It only makes sense because look at me now: this is the longest and the best I have done; what I have consequently received is a proportionate decrease in the diabetic condition. If now is any indication, I should be able to get a whole lot better and lose more susceptibility by doing even better longer.

Later that night (like 3 am): I dunno. I checked my sugar because it still felt a little high, long after the 3 units. It was 149. So I suddenly decided to eat some cheese and cooked beans and onions and cream and take 3 more units. I won't make an attempt to analyze. One thing I know from today, that I already knew, you cannot be full and needing to get up from the table and start in on the watermelon instead - not without a shot.

Thursday, May 14, 2009


Had a perfect day and then went and botched it all for little or no reason after 9:00 pm. Sugar 236. 2.5 units.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Moichido Update

Ate a lot and took a little help tonight: 2 units.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Yet Another Update

The next day, Thursday, was okay but I think my sugar was a little high and it was a somewhat stressful and extraordinary day. But I did okay. Then, Friday, I had a really great morning and was telling some family members how well I was doing (like most of Wednesday) and then that very evening I got overly tired and stupid and ate tons of cooked beans and corn and my sugar went up to 281. I took 4 units. The very next evening, I more or less did the same thing and took 3 units but then my sugar was low all night - too low, but I was asleep; woke up with a headache. Then yesterday yet again I was distracted and eating crazy and took 3 more units. So I went about 2.5 weeks without needing insulin, but have to say I'm back on it - but only because I stopped being careful and started eating frivolously if not stupidly. I don't seem to be any worse though, and should be able to pick up where I left off and not need any further insulin.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009


This morning I was going to ride my bicycle over the hill 15 miles to the dentist in Pittsburgh. I was fixing a bicycle for this purpose and running a little late, so to get off on time, I didn't prepare for such a ride as I normally would. I ran off without my hat and with my pants falling down and I totally skipped breakfast (I normally like not to carry food when I go to Pittsburgh but rather have some juice n'at before I go). But I threw 2 apples into my pack as I left, which I ate on the way back, at about noon. I got home at about 2:00 pm.

Naturally, I was weak and hungry. Normally, this is a bad situation: hungry, worn out, afternoon and not eaten all day. It normally spells eat a lot and super spike your sugar.

Well, I ate all I wanted of everything I wanted and got all my strength back and my sugar didn't go high at all. Not a bit. Didn't do any exercise afterward. No sugar. No hunger. No munchies. No discomfort from eating too much, yet I most certainly did not undereat. No nuthin.

But I sure am starting to eat differently, even for me: I was eating collard leaves like they were hot cakes. I was having yellow yeast on them. I had some other things too, but yellow yeast on collard leaves was a good discovery. The way I ate though, normally would have spiked my sugar, believe me. Oh, and I never test my sugar or take a shot without telling you, but I will spell it out here that I did not test my sugar. It was too certain to waste a test strip. No question, there is something going on here. Like never before, since I was diagnosed in '96. Not at all like ever before.

Later that night: I had a lot of confusion going on during my evening and ended up eating a pretty weird supper and going high. Took a little walk with the dog and then fell asleep and when I woke up about midnight, my sugar was 179 and I took 2 units. Pretty stressful night and bad food.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Thanks Mom and Dad

I must publicly thank my parents for getting onto the non-toxic and natural wagon decades before I was born. To help put it into context, Dad was born in 1912, Mom just a few years after. I was born in 1960. I tasted my first pizza (free sample from a lady in the grocery store) when I was in grade school. Didn't really have any more until high school, and then not much. I had my first hot dog at the age of eight, my fourth at the age of 10 or so. I have had one glass of Coke. Never any Pepsi or other cola. I have never had an asprin. I took half a Tylenol when I was about 26 and had a severe flu. I have had a few of those since then, but not lately. At our house, there was never ketchup. The ice cream was home made with honey. We never ate any pig. We didn't eat casseroles or cakes. What people call banana or zucchini bread, we called cake. The only junk food we had around our house regularly (in more recent years) was all-natural peanut butter and white bread from the store. The white bread was not too popular.

Thank you for shopping every week and avoiding every can and bag with ingredients you could not read and know what it was.

You bought cans of things, mostly for the sake of food storage or travel, but thanks for putting fresh produce on the table for the most part, all those years, and as often as possible, that of our own picking from the vine and tree.

Thank you for never providing us with frozen food.

Thank you for never providing us with any preservatives.

Thank you for making sugar strictly a special occasion.

Thank you for not giving us money. The penny-candy and gum we came by was from money on the sidewalk we sometimes came by - or bummed off a friend. We had to save up for months to go somewhere like McDonalds or DerWienerSchnitzle (or however you spell it).

I wish you had known the devastating effects of white flour but thank you for the continuous supply of bread, mush and other delights that came from FRESH-ground wheat.

Thank you for trying to hide the sugar, mom. Dad would have simply thrown it out and never bought more.

Thank you for never buying harsh chemicals for any reason; thank you for never spraying or spreading on our lawn or in our yard.

Thanks Dad, for getting on the neighbors' cases whenever they tried pouring anything into the irrigation ditch.

Thanks, Dad: you didn't ever know the harm in working unprotected with asbestos, lead and gasoline, but you had the sense to control chemicals the best way you knew how. You didn't just throw it about the way many of your generation did.

Thanks for never bringing any detergents into our home.

Thanks for the bar of soap: always Ivory, Sweetheart or Lava.

Thanks Dad, for washing your hair with bar soap and never putting any lotion or other remedy on your skin. You died formaldehyde free, I expect.

Thanks for never taking a pill. Well, Mom took vitamin pills, but still. Thanks for teaching us how to deal with pain and let it slip away. Thanks for teaching us to go to bed when ill.

Dad, thanks for showing us the very best and only truly effective and spiritually satisfying acne medicine: wash your face and leave it alone. It took me 40 years to get the hang of it, though. After 40 years, I finally threw it all up to God in utter despair - whatever happened on my skin was in His hands; I wasn't going to even pay any more attention to it. Only then did my skin have a chance to heal and become normal.

Thanks for always doing everything the hard way or the cheap way. We never had a concept that this was a hardship or deprivation. I always saw it as for the sake of toughening ourselves up, including the women and children - why would anyone ever be interested in anything else?

Thanks for sunbathing regularly.

Thanks for virtually raising us out of doors.

Dad, thanks for always eating everything alone, and enjoying it so intensely - even though you grew up eating pretty darn fancy.

Mom, thanks for teaching me to garden. Thanks for growing up poor, in the country; I always used to feel sorry for you because you had precious little candy or other treats, just a garden where you could go steel a raw carrot or turnip. Not sorry now.

Mom, thanks for showing us how to pray and know everything would be alright.

Dad, thanks for teaching us to relax and not worry about things that didn't matter, things we weren't sure existed and things we could do nothing about.

Thanks for considering getting a TV only to be set up outside and then never getting around to it. We finally got one after I was 21 or thereabouts. Thanks Dad, for never watching TV for more than 30 seconds, and then only if a movie you had seen before 1952 at a theater or a favorite actor from those days was on and caught your attention as you passed through the living room. You'd always say, Boy, that was a great show! as you walked out after such a pause. Thanks for all that, even though I feel I personally have watched as much TV as anyone nonetheless. There is a quality we enjoyed in our home, and I in my own at times, that is not attainable with a TV in the house - even if the TV is off in a basement room or stored away in a box in the attic. We are even further from said quality now that computers in the home have all but made TVs obsolete (I personally expect TV to become obsolete in 5 years. That's just what I expect, not that I care or have a theory. But I will note that no one forsaw the quick extinction of the electric computerized typewriter that occurred in > 5 years time. I was an engineer at IBM's largest typewriter plant in 1988 and no one expected that plant to be sold off as soon as it was - no one had a typewriter anymore after what: 1994? 1993?). Still, maybe not; the computer is a little different in that it is not so totally passive: you can watch movies and do mindless things, but you are the programmer so there is some control. You don't just turn it on and let it take you away for an indefinite amount of time. Two things never hooked me at all (never had the patience for or got any enjoyment out of either one - not one iota): Web-surfing and video/computer games. So in a way, computers bother me less - unless I see my son spending his life in front of one.

Thanks for taking off your glasses, decades before I was born, and learning to see well (and pass the driver's eye exam, Dad) without them. I sometimes need and appreciate my glasses now, but the attitude of gratitude, confidence, peace and relaxation I gained from learning the Bates method remain with me. And I haven't had a headache in 30 years or more because of it.

Thanks for the hip thing, Mom. For showing us how to wait on the Lord, and how to have faith. Thanks for confidence in Him to remove the disease from throughout your body; if it had only been your hips, you may have had them replaced, but it was all through you, you knew. Thanks for the pure desire to be touched by Him and for the feeling that it was best to be all better rather than just a band-aid from Man.

Thanks for making your conversation, your private thoughts and your judgement about other people just like your food, your home and your Bates practice.

Thanks for truth.

Thanks for gratitude.

Thanks for faith.

Thanks for thrift, respect and generosity.

Thanks for natural.

Thanks for clean and neat. Even though your clothes were many decades old, everything at our house was always clean and neat and as often as practical, made of wool, cotton or leather. The same is true of me today.

Mom, thanks for mopping the floor on your hands and knees and making me do it too. I use a mop handle now, but mopping floors is one of my favorite things to do. Thanks for all the dandelion and star of Bethlehem digging. That's another one of my favorite things now. Now I eat the dandelions. These days, most of our neighbors don't even know what we are all doing out on the ground all day - especially the younger ones who never held a dandelion digger in their hand.

Thanks for all the cheap rich togetherness.

Meat and Dairy

A word about vegansim and vegetarianism. I did some reading to see if there were any solid reasons for either or both and found that the Gerson people assert that it is necessary to overcome cancer, but I didn't come up with any clear or compelling reasons for myself to abstain from meat or dairy.

However, I make it clear that I do not disbelieve them insomuch as for curing disease. The scriptures direct that the sick who have not the faith to be readily healed should be given "mild food." I would not argue with any of the Gerson Cure.

But I have not tried the Gerson cure myself.

And to me, it is a cure, not a normal regular diet.

The vegan roots of some Gerson heirs are in the Bible, yet to me the verses they quote do nothing to eliminate the verses I found in the same book that tell us to eat meat. Then I have my understanding of modern scripture that says to eat meat - sparingly (Doctrine and Covenants, LDS canon). Top it off with the simple fact that you can't get needful B vitamins naturally without it, and I find no reason to abstain from meat or dairy.

To explain the last sentence, it is my understanding that vegans get their B12 from nutritional yeast, as a major source. To me, if you stretch just a little bit, you can consider it natural to eat husbanded fungus as a staple. But it is my understanding that the yeast only contains B12 because it has been added - like the Vitamin D in your milk! That is why I said you can't get needful B vitamins naturally without animal sources.

What about the fact that meat stays several days in your intestines and rots while it's in there? What about it? If that's what it is supposed to do, then it should do it. Based on the scriptures, I know it should not do whatever it does too much or too regularly. But whatever it does, telling me it "rots" or "stays too long" does not show me the harm. Finally, how do you know how long it stays in MY intestines? Are the data representative of people who have been eating properly? I don't know. But the time it spends and how much it "rots" are moot if you can't show me what it does to me.

I have noticed a stark difference in my blood sugar wellness between consuming excess dairy and meat and not consuming an excess. Makes a huge difference. I have not noticed any difference in wellness between going vegan for a few months and just eating prudent amounts of meat and dairy.

I have developed a dislike for butter, having pretty much quit the use of it. I prefer coconut oil and seeds. I didn't like too much butter as a kid, I recall.

I find that when we are out of raw milk and I drink straight raw cream, I do harm. But if I drink whole raw milk without taking any of the cream out, I'm okay. But normally, I only drink the raw milk after removing most of the cream.

Don't bother telling me it's not natural to drink milk from a cow by asking me how often I see people out sucking on them. After all, didn't I say I drink it straight from the cow? [just kidding]

How do I eat meat sparingly or properly? I eat natural meat that ate and lived naturally - at least as naturally as the livestock before 35 years ago. Then I eat it plain and alone. Having done all this, I follow my appetite. Having eaten my plants simple, whole and raw, my body tells me when it wants some meat simple whole and - oops, I don't eat raw meat too often. But I'm shooting for 100% raw dairy and I sometimes like raw eggs.

End of April Update

To reiterate, the point of this blog is to help others, who may want to try, with encouragement - knowing that there's a guy out there who actually loves eating whole and simple and raw and whose diabetes (and other ailments, such as inflamed joints and asthma) have been reversed.

The last several days, I have walked around in a cloud of euphoria because my feet felt so good. It's like you had a headache for 12 years that sort of got better and worse and better and worse but never went away until this week and now you are like, Wow - so this is how it used to feel!

And to be able to go through my day and just eat when I'm hungry, and not have to bother with the injection routine or the burden of Having to run when I'm done, yet having my feet and my lips feel great without them. And my fingers and all my blood vessels.

But please do not think these things come just from eating the way you were supposed to in the first place. They come from your Father in Heaven because of Jesus Christ and because of what you do toward them. Like yesterday: I was painting the outside of the house. I worked steadily all morning. Just as I was putting on the last few brush strokes, it started to sprinkle (on me, but the place I was painting was protected from rain as long as the wind didn't blow much). Just as soon as I went in to paint the rest, which was under a porch roof where the rain could never get me or what I was painting, it began to pour. It has been pretty much raining ever since and looks like it will keep it up for the foreseeable forcast. And the wind did not blow. This kind of thing is what makes me feel close to my Father in Heaven. This and feet that don't just have a bad feeling turned off, but a good feeling turned on too.

Speaking of what comes and why, it came very clear to me the other day, why I love my Father in Heaven: I love Him because of the way He gives me things for my having done good. Especially the big (for me) sacrifices. I haven't much analyzed this (how and why this is what makes me love Him), but I am certain of it. The other day, it came clear to me certain blessings I have been given were because I did certain things, and I knew which ones.

As indicated in the April Meals post, I have been off of insulin injections (by necessity, not by design) for a couple of weeks and do not have to exercise right after I eat anymore. Also, I have been eating even more raw vegetables and less nuts and dairy and such. And have not struggled to stop my meals after the main course or two, to avoid the "extra little something" - but still kind of graze a bit too much sometimes, yet even then my sugar doesn't spike like it used to. I quit bread and stix altogether; I only eat sprouts of spelt barley and millet. I don't miss anything at all. Not ever hungry at all - except during the time it takes me to walk to the kitchen and eat. I am totally satisfied all the time. I quit taking my ogliofructose complex multi-vitamins because I did not like the mix of what they include. I still take my supplements: Vitamin E, lipoic acid and Provex CV (grapeseed extract), and brown and yellow yeast. The brown yeast is what I consider my chromium supplement. I have been eating plenty of meat and dairy. I am anxious for the day I finally get around to making my own cheese so I can have it raw, same as my milk. Raw milk cheese tastes way better; I don't know why it's not more prevalent. It sure is expensive. Even pasteurized cheese costs too much.