Tuesday, March 31, 2009

3 units, juice (carrot, acorn squash, ginger, chard), squash seeds, steamed millet, baked yam, pumpkin seeds, flax seeds, 4 stories.

3 units, same juice, steamed millet and cooked light red kidney beans, stix, coconut oil and steamed millet, popcorn, freakenized milk, up the hill with Emma on my back.

green pepper, 4 units, brewer's yeast, stix, salad (tuscan italian dressing, celery, chard, romaine, rutebaga), banana, oats, chocolate, up the hill.

Monday, March 30, 2009

fig, 6 units, stix, almonds, ogliofructose, apple, 2 stories

squash seeds, 4 units, juice (carrot, acorn sq, ginger, chard, yellow yeast), almonds, flaxseed, apple, broccoli and mayo, stix, ogliofructose, chocolate, sip of milk, 4 units, pumpkin seeds, 4 stories.

4 units, baked yam & walnuts, orange, stix & spaghetti sauce, ginger, cooked light red kidney beans, celery, coconut oil, peanut butter, milk, chamomile tea, popcorn, 4 units, 4 stories and up the hill 1/2 way.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

2 units, stix, acorn squash, pumpkin seeds, sesame seeds, yellow yeast, ginger, 2 boiled eggs, chocolate and apple, 4 stories. Sugar: 218. 4 more units.

Sugar: 127. 2 units.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

We were disconnected today so I don't remember everything, but I had some good stuff so here's the basics.

By the way, I had my squash wrong; I've been saying buttercup but it was acorn.

pecans and baked yam

cooked light red kidney beans, acorn squash, ginger and collards. YUM! Also had Sharon's hotcakes with peanut butter and honey and 6 units. That was yum too but against the law.

Later, I completely fell off the wagon. Mainly, I couldn't resist Sharon's whole wheat hotcakes and I just ate too many. Actually, one bite would have been too many. I ate late, ate too much and was up in the night throwing up and my sugar has been hovering at 230-240 for like a couple of days (it's next day now); insulin shots didn't bring it down; they probably helped but my sugar was staying around 230 no matter what. And I also had sugar, honey and a whole lotta cream. It has become quite apparent that a significant consumption of cream or fat indeed does render insulin ineffective in my body. Finally, I received a blessing by the laying on of hands from my High Priest and the sugar straigtaway came down to normal and I feel good now. But for about a day there, I was feeling like giving up; my sugar was high and my appetite was messed up and I wanted to just eat all the old traditional stuff. It was like a rock and a hard place but I know a way out because I've been there before. Lesson is, again, I just can't eat that stuff at all man. I just can't.

Friday, March 27, 2009

4 units, baked yam, pecans, mushrooms, milk, cheese, turkey, stix. Sugar 224. 3 units, chocolate, sugar, raisens, banana, milk, olives, Ezekial toast & milk. Mental.

Later, took 3 units.

1 am next day Sugar: 151 - no surprise. Took 2 units and went to bed.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

juice, chop bushes (for exercise).

apple, stix, collards, 2 stories.

turkey, collards, rutebaga, scrambled egg, baked yam, coconut oil, milk, sesame seeds, cheese, up the hill.

young coconut (awesome), steamed millet with cinnamon and young coconut and pecans, steamed millet with picante sauce, with milk and cinnamon, apple, up the hill and then ride bike.

Later that night, thinking my sugar was 94, Sugar: 229. Took 4 units and ate some cheese and turkey. Then stayed up most of the night and ate a banana, chocolate, and a whole bunch of cream not to mention some cashews, in addition to the cheese and turkey. Took another 6 units if I remember right because after my "party" I was still 230 again. Or it might have been 4 units, I don't remember.

T'was a pretty good day. Might have been perfect had I taken a shot during supper when actually I first felt I may have needed one. As it was, I had one of my rare surprises and was a little higher than I expected. I knew what to do - take a few units, don't eat and go to bed. But I broke down. "I just felt like" eating cheese!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

3 units, apple, pumpkin seeds, juice, stix, coconut oil, boiled egg, cashews, brazil nuts, ginger, cheese, cream and chocolate, another apple, more cream, cinnamon.

It's the next day now so I may not remember, but I rebelled and ate all kinds of crap:
green beans, cashews, juice, 4 units, just everything I guess, millet and spaghetti sauce, chocolate and sugar in the raw, honey, 6 units, grilled cheese sandwiches with store bread, you name it out of the usual, no exercise, really felt "great" next morning - hoooo.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

rutebaga, apple, squash seeds, juice (2 carrots, one big collard, 1/4 buttercup squash, 1/2 rutebaga), 4 stories (but I added curls after the other weight lifts).

cashews, frozen banana & chocolate, cream, 15 almonds, apple, a collard, stix, peanut butter, 2 units, pecans, ginger, cinnamon, up the hill.

Drank the cream cuz I'd rather drink that than freakenized milk. We missed getting milk last time. Sharon buys the freakenized when we miss going to the farm.

Got more muscle in my arms, shoulders and trunk over the last month. My cling and jerk is turning into a dead lift. I'm amazed I haven't strained let alone pulled a muscle or anything in my back or knees.

Living this way, every few days my body just wants to rest and sleep. When I go to bed in good shape having stopped eating by 6 pm and not having over eaten, and got to bed on time, I wake up slowly in the morning and just lay there for quite a while in this state of convalescence and good feeling - like my body tries to get all it can out of a night like that when my sugar stayed down.

Tonight, Sharon had the jazz station playing while I ate supper and I pigged out because that's what jazz does to me during supper; it's a Pavlov's Dog thing. So - 2 units, salad over steamed millet, juice, raw milk, millet and milk and cinnamon, chocolate and raisens and milk, 6 units.

Monday, March 23, 2009

banana, pumpkin seeds, cashews, 2 units, that squash/apple/ginger stuff from the other day that I didn't like but today I did and it went really well with the next thing I had, pecans, one story and trot to the post office and hardware store.

cashews, green beans and chocolate, brazil nuts, peanut butter and green beans, fried ground turkey, sour cream, cabbage, cheese, raisens, chocolate and sour cream and around and around, ginger and four stories and a nap. When I awoke my sugar was 200. This is not a good example it is a bad one. But 200 is better than 376. Took 2 units.

I prolly had too much cream but it was raw and pure home made.

Had dinner with the family, prepared by Sharon: coleslaw, cooked broccoli, baked potato. I added a boiled egg and then I had frozen banana and chocolate. Been loving that cabbage! 2 units. No exercise.

Sunday, March 22, 2009


"Minimalist" is a fine word to use if you aren't one. I use "minist."
1 unit, juice with yeast, stix, coconut oil, boiled egg, 4 stories.

brazil nuts, tuna, romaine lettuce, pumpkin seeds, cashews, apple, turkey, cabbage, raisens, chocolate, peanut butter, stix, 4 units, chicken soup, green peppers, freakenized milk.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

2 units, half a slice of store whole grain bread with peanut butter and honey that one of the kids had left to harden, squash and apple mush, chocolate, almonds, 4 stories.

squash and apple mush: I sent 1/4 of a buttercup squash and two small red delicious apples, all sans seeds through the juicer without the screen (kept everything) and also some ginger. Then I added chocolate. It was interesting and tasted pretty good but I didn't like it. The peelings were too chewy. I think I will stick to either eating things straight and alone and with just my teeth, or juicing, nothing in between. With juicing, you get the juice from the peeling as well as the rest.

I found a new way to eat the squash seeds: Instead of just chewing them all up shell and all or trying to fiddle with the shell, just bite the whole thing with your molars once or twice to get out what you can and spit out the shell. This is more efficient than trying to get it all.

cashews, 3.5 units, a pear, cucumber, green pepper, fried mushrooms, spaghetti sauce, stix, cheese, a little collard, chocolate, apple, a cough drop, raisens, pasteurized freakenized milk, no exercise, sugar: 153.

Bread and Money

I only read the home page of Richard Morris, but apparently he is a guy just like me doing the same thing. He may have some helpful tips on kicking the junk food habit that you won't find here.

Go to http://www.westonaprice.org/federalupdate/aa2008/22jul08.html

Friday, March 20, 2009

More on Using and Consuming Formaldehyde and Other Stuff You Didn't Make Yourself

Here's my advice: Don't eat formaldehyde and don't soak it in through your skin. The following article (sent me by a friend - don't really have a source) contains the sentences, "These products also contain formaldehyde, which stores in the fat cells, particularly in the hips and thighs. Formaldehyde is an absolute toxin and is used primarily to preserve 'tissue specimens.' Many products we use every day contain this chemical but we SHOULD NOT store it IN our body!"

This is funny because who cares how formaldehyde gets into your body, whether soaking in from your digestive tract membrane or in from your largest organ: your skin. Did you know that dead Americans don't rot as fast as third world people, because they have so much formaldehyde in them?


Here's the article:

"In the keynote address by the EPA, it was announced that in the United States in 2001 there is an epidemic of multiple sclerosis and systemic lupus. It was difficult to determine exactly what toxin was causing this to be rampant. I stood up and said that I was there to lecture on exactly that subject. I will explain why Aspartame is so dangerous: When the temperature of this sweetener exceeds 86 degrees F, the wood alcohol in ASPARTAME converts to formaldehyde and then to formic acid, which in turn causes metabolic acidosis. Formic acid is the poison found in the sting of fire ants. The methanol toxicity mimics, among other conditions, multiple sclerosis and systemic lupus. Many people were being diagnosed in error. Although multiple sclerosis is not a death sentence, Methanol toxicity is! Systemic lupus has become almost as rampant as multiple sclerosis, especially with Diet Coke and Diet Pepsi drinkers. The victim usually does not know that the Aspartame is the culprit. He or she continues its use; irritating the lupus to such a degree that it may become a life-threatening condition. We have seen patients with systemic lupus become asymptotic, once taken off diet sodas. In cases of those diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, most of the symptoms disappear. We've seen many cases where vision loss returned and hearing loss improved markedly. This also applies to cases of tinnitus and fibromyalgia. During a lecture, I said, 'If you are using ASPARTAME (Nutra Sweet, Equal, Spoonful, etc) and you suffer from fibromyalgia symptoms, spasms, shooting, pains, numbness in your legs, Cramps, Vertigo, Dizziness, Headaches, Tinnitus, Joint pain, Unexplainable depression, anxiety attacks, slurred speech, blurred vision, or memory loss you probably have ASPARTAME poisoning!' People were jumping up during the lecture saying, 'I have some of these symptoms. Is it reversible?' Yes! Yes! Yes! STOP drinking diet sodas and be alert for Aspartame on food labels! Many products are fortified with it! This is a serious problem. Dr. Espart (one of my speakers) remarked that so many people seem to be symptomatic for MS and during his recent visit to a hospice; a nurse stated that six of her friends, who were heavy Diet Coke addicts, had all been diagnosed with MS. This is beyond coincidence! Diet soda is NOT a diet product! It is a chemically altered, multiple SODIUM (salt) and ASPARTAME containing product that actually makes you crave carbohydrates. It is far more likely to make you GAIN weight! These products also contain formaldehyde, which stores in the fat cells, particularly in the hips and thighs. Formaldehyde is an absolute toxin and is used primarily to preserve 'tissue specimens.' Many products we use every day contain this chemical but we SHOULD NOT store it IN our body! "

Like I said, just get away from the chemicals. Don't be irrational about it but don't be dumb either. Do what you can.
skipped breakfast

3 units, cashews, boiled egg, coconut oil, don't remember, went to bed.

4 units, tomato, cucumber, banana, squash, brazil nuts, cheese, milk, ginger, apple, up the hill.

Love Don't Go Away

I stayed up all night and most of today before crashing this afternoon, I was so excited about finally getting an old acquaintance found (in great spirits) on the phone in Japan after about 15 years or more.

I used to think if you love someone, you marry them and everyone else you ever thought you loved was infactuation and that over time it seems an unmaintained relationship not only gets dusty or rusty, it actually dries out, losing all volatiles of meaning.

Not so. I have found that when you pick it up again and bounce it, all the juice is still there - tastes the same, smells the same, and in this case (since we are not yet old), sounds the same as ever.

You love someone, you love someone. It don't change. You can bury it, you can keep it proper, but love is like a permanent marker. Boy this sounds funny - opposite of everything I ever heard. Am I different?

Perhaps it is possible to destroy love after building it and since I don't do that I don't know about it.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Main Part

Main part of it is, when I was first diagnosed, I received a blessing by a high priest. In it, I was told to study my scriptures. Since then I have noticed that to be a factor. But for the first month, I was so busy learning to count carbs and exchanges, I didn't study the scriptures. Then when I finally did, the book (which containes Old Testament, New Testament, Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants and Pearl of Great Price) opened to Doctrine and Covenants 42 and my eyes fell upon verse 48: And again, it shall come to pass that he that hath faith in me to be healed, and is not appointed unto death, shall be healed.

Chalk that little experience up however you see fit.
no units, banana, pumkin seeds, green beans, squash, cashews, up the hill. After an hour or two, Sugar: 148. 1 or 2 hrs later, Sugar: 111.

Man I slept good last night. Woke up about 6 am and just had to lay there for a while even though I felt so refreshed and good, just soaking it up.


Love that word; used to hate it.

no units, Pear, orange, cooked light red kidney beans with onion, 14 almonds and romaine lettuce, brazil nuts, pasteurized homogenized freakenized milk, cashews, cinnamon, chocolate, basketball. Caleb won twice. We play to 21. We were 19 all. He got the next basket. We get one freethrow after each of our own 2-pt baskets. We have to backcourt the rebound but there is no out-of-bounds. I always stuff Caleb and he always steals from me. Sugar: 189. Took a unit.

chocolate, apple, brazil nuts, cashews, romaine, tomato, 3 units, chicken soup by Sharon, more romaine, cheese, ginger, for exercise I brought up the garbage for garbage day tomorrow. It made my sugar dip low and put those lights before my eyes.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

On Tendons and Other Aged Fastener Parts

I notice I am stronger than a year ago even though I almost got off medication then. For about 20 years, I have been unable to sprint because it invariably tore new flaps of cartilage in my knees each time I tried. I still ran slow, like 5k runs, up until now. However, the last few years, I find that if I am not extremely careful, the tendons that connect to the top front of my hip bones get injured (common injury for runners), even running slow. For the past 20 years, to avoid severe problems in my knees, I found it necessary to do daily isometrics for my interior quad (I don't really know what you call it, but the muscle on the inner side of the knee cap that opposes the tendon on the out side). But for the last 10 months, I have not done these exercises. And I have been sprinting without injury. And I have been sprinting and running 6 miles without the hip thing. And the tendon injuries that crippled both elbows for the last year have disappeared. The one elbow tear I got from repeatedly lifting my juicer to and from the top of the refridgerator every day in a weird way with one hand; the other elbow, I forget.

Bottom line: Best way to be strong and not break tendons and things is to Eat Real Food.

Feeling 4

I have known for 30 years half the secret to having the same feelings and wonder as when I was 4 years old: Gift of the Holy Ghost (as maintained by real prayer and study and application).

Flashbacks induced by the sense of smell and given by the Holy Ghost help.

Today I realized the other half: Eat things such as raw buttercup squash so your body can get into it too, not just your mind, and have the same boundless energy you had back then.

I FEEL ALIVE! As alive as that fresh buttercup I killed this morning. Before I killed it.
no units, cucumber salad, orange, buttercup squash, 4 almonds, chocolate, ginger, cashews, up the hill.

no units, orange, pecans, apple, salad sans mayo, milk, brazil nuts, chocolate, up the hill and dig in back.

That may have been my first day without medication in 6 years or however long it's been. I'm not sure - may have done it last year, but definately not as easily.

Today was our 21st anniversary. I remembered. I was surprised at how many points it got me. I usually don't remember - if I do, I forget that day. Anyway, didn't get a chance to eat supper until 9 pm so I didn't have any. Not hungry though; lunch was pretty substantial.

Even Better Way to Cook Squash

Folks, I previously told you how baking squash cut face down in a pan of water made all the difference in flavor. Well, this morning I had no carrots so instead of making the usual juice, I juiced a nice organic buttercup squash. It had a wonderful tang similar to what I get with my frozen banana ice cream.

Much better than baked.

I put in the entire thing, peeling, seeds, everything. I tried it straight, and then with a little ginger. Both great. I also kept eating the dross as it came out of the juicer.

I also ate some (again, seeds, everything) before it went through the juicer. This I liked the very best. If you thought you liked yams raw, try squash.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

wake up sugar: 105.

My juice tasted even better than ever before today. And while I was making it, I happened to lick a juicer part that had the perfect combination of ginger and chard. Now that's something. Wow.

no units, juice, 4 almonds, up the hill.

no units, boiled egg, salad without mayo, mushrooms, run to post office.

naval orange, pumpkin seeds, brazil nuts, green beans, steamed millet, chocolate, 2 units, cashews, up the hill.

Then I rushed off to get Sharon late and was a little afraid the stress and the rush would have me up high, but when we got home at 7:30, Sugar: 72.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Vegan and Raw

I am a vegetarian. I eat all the vegetation my body could want. I eat meat. I thought about the possible necessity of going vegan to get all better. But I have decided not to listen to any Vegans. Because I have heard there are essential nutrients obtained only from animals. Also, it is apparent that I am healing without going totally raw and without going vegan. More than that, Jesus said in Genesis, Ch. 9 that we are supposed to eat meat, and again in Doctrine and Covenants 49 and 89. But he said to use it sparingly and only when we need it and not to waste it. He also said to eat mild food if we are sick. So while I don't consume a lot of meat, I don't ever plan on strictly eradicating it from my diet. As for raw, I doubt if I will ever eat a raw vegan pizza (see Reward Yourself), but as time goes on, I expect I will eat my food raw more and more. And simple. So extending my philosophy about what a vegetarian is, eating raw is not about not eating cooked food so much as it is about eating plenty of raw food.
2 units, walnuts, then before I could eat anything else, I got very sick.

It wanted to come out both ends and I was weak from the 2 units. My stomach really hurt and it was all I could do to focus and get through it. I almost fainted and wished I would. I had to flop on my side on the concrete and lose my body heat; it ended up all coming out the back end and I went to bed til lunch time. I think it was simply that I shouldn't have had walnuts just then. The body is sensitive and really reacts when it is fine tuned. It is much more forgiving when you abuse it regularly.

stix, apple, turkey, celery, mustard, peanut butter, milk, ginger, "raw" quick oats, one unit, chocolate, up the hill, work out back. Sugar went low.

The need for external insulin is steadily diminishing; the key is never eat anything bad and never eat too much at once. My feet feel great. I'm never hungry. I always love my food more than people who don't do this.

turkey, chard, romaine, tomato, celery, water.

1.5 units, juice, stix, coconut oil, boiled eggs, peanut butter, rome apple, up the hill.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

2 units, juice, walnuts, stix, 3 stories before running over to church in my sweats.

spaghetti sauce (a kind with no sweetner or anything), stix, pressure cooked light red kidney beans, peanut butter, cheese, cinnamon, no units, up the hill and circle around the two bridges but walked the last 2 or 3 miles. Sugar: 163. Went for a bike ride.

Saturday, March 14, 2009


I've heard it said, Satan is the father of all lies.

I was like, lies? What about the other bad sins?

Now I know. People don't sin or screw up or even miss out on fortunes unless they have been duped into thinking it's okay.

Once duped and in a rut, they generally try to pull others in for company and validation, often succeeding in making people in a better situation feel ashamed. Ashamed for being right, free and clear. How do the downcast make the fortunate feel apologetic? By telling a lie.
2 units, straight carrot juice, baked squash, cinnamon, millet and milk and cinnamon, walnuts, 2 slices Ezekial bread, go out back and shovel all morning and feel great.

turkey, collards, millet, one slice Ezekial sesame bread, 2 units, ginger, cheese, peanut butter, milk, raisens, walnuts, carrot juice, go out back and work some, jump the heavy rope some, carry my weights up the stairs outside once, work a bit, help the kids shoot holes in a can with the air rifle, feel crappy and like my sugar's too high, but too tired to exercise, go check my sugar and it's only 100. Huh?

2 units, steamed millet with spaghetti sauce and light red (pressure cooked) beans on the side with onions, turkey, milk, peanut butter, cinnamon, cheese. up the hill. Sugar: 101.

Friday, March 13, 2009

2 units, juice, 1/2 way up the hill. Rush off to interview.

2 units, (thought I was done with baked squash for the winter, but it was just what I wanted) baked squash, walnuts, cinnamon, turkey, Ezekial sesame bread, up the hill.

popcorn (with butter - man, I really don't like butter any more after using coconut oil), apple, 3 units, baked squash, chocolate, peanut butter, cinnamon, sukoshi wife's bread - then she told me it had white flour, millet and milk and cinnamon, carrot juice, up the hill, 4 stories, go out back and shovel gravel for 2 hours.

Doing those 4 stories almost felt as intense and exhilerating as a wrestling practice. Shoveling, I came back with the edge of the shovel and hit my shin. Nothing happened to my skin - How About That.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Reward Yourself

Touched on this in my first post but I think I can make the principle a little clearer.

The prevailing philosophy is, if you are a responsible adult, a little is okay:

1. Donuts

2. Gambling

3. Alcohol

4. Adultery

5. Yelling in anger

6. Pornography

7. Pride

I'll stop there, but the list goes on. There are plenty more in the category for which I chose donuts to represent.

My philosophy and what I am here to tell you is that if it is a bad thing, don't do it at all. If it is not a good thing, do not do it at all. Do only good things.

If I am really good and I eat good food all week long and so I "reward myself" by eating one donut, say once a week, what does that tell you (let's have collards represent my wholesome foods)?

It tells you that since the donut is my Reward I must love donuts more than collards.

I love gambling more than exercise and discipline.

I love adultery more than my wife.

I love porn more than good moods and soaring in spirit.

I love pride more than the spirit of the Lord and my brother.

I love letting myself go more than happiness and peace and my brother.

I love alcohol more than seeing straight.


Thank You.
2 units, walnuts, sprouted wheat, 2 almonds, collards, juice that included chard, up de hill.

2 units, steamed millet and pressure cooked light red kidney beans and onions, collards, juice, ginger, milk, peanut butter. OOOoooooooh so good. Basketball. Nap. Sugar: 151.

I usually only check my sugar if I do not know I am low or normal. Usually I'm not surprised, but sometimes, I just don't know for sure. Usually I know for sure I'm normal. That last meal was a little on the large side; I was quite hungry. But I didn't go past my stop light. Still, it was a little on the big side.

Started putting my recumbant bike together today with a new bigger front wheel and fork; been like 3 years since I rode it maybe. Chain was brand new and coated with lube and it still rusted.

2 units, sukoshi baked squash, sukoshi milk, juice, Rome apples, chocolate, 4 stories.

Many older Americans know what a skosh is - it means a little bit. Well, I spell it out all the way; it's Japanese. Sukoshi. But the u is silent. The i is pronounced ee.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Fresh Food

Mother started reading every book she could get her hands on when she started suffering from arthritis. This was in 1977 so there was no internet. Her first major breakthrough in which she experienced results was when she read a book advocating the consumption of fresh food. I could be wrong, but this may have been the start of her eating soaked wheat instead of bread.

I can eat soaked wheat berries in any form that is not dried, and it seems to have no effect on my sugar level, whereas traditional bread has an effect that lasts a day or two or three, depending on what type it is. White bread gives me a semi-permanent setback. My own raw sprouted stix raise my sugar level. Simple unsprouted, un-soaked but boiled wheat berries do not raise my sugar.

So I am contemplating moving back (I used to do this) to eating sprouted spelt fresh and no bread or stix at all. Eating fresh sprouted grain is a more live and beneficial sensation than eating raw sprouted bread, of greater magnitude than raw sprouted bread over unsprouted baked bread.

The point here is to eat stuff that is still alive. Like an apple right off the tree if possible. Or a growing, moist sprout rather than a dried out one in which the enzymes are still alive but the sprout itself has been smooshed and dried out and is definately dead.

I could still make stix for food storage. I am going to dry vegetables for food storage. But I also hope to plant a garden as part of my food storage, since I can harvest collards 8 or 9 months out of the year. My mainstay for food storage is sprouting seeds and water.


I am going to vent. Hopefully it will not do you harm.

The trackball (at LEAST if you get a good one) is better.

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Get one!

My favorite expensive one is MouseTrak professional. My favorite cheap one is Logitech P/N 804377. You cannot get a trackball in a store, let alone a good one, they are so unpopular. You have to do it online.
2 units, 1.5 Rome apple, up the hill, banana and chocolate, 11 almonds, collards. Emma had some collards too, as well as banana and chocolate.

in case you haven't read it elsewhere, Definition: Chocolate - Baker's Unsweetened Baking Squares.

And all food is raw unless otherwise specified.

2 units, salad, walnuts, milk, sprouted wheat, peanut butter, pear, no exercise.

3 units, bananas and chocolate and had to go to Alan's b-day party in a hurry so no exercise.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

How to Start

Here's how to start: Cut all sugar and high fructose corn syrup and white flour out of your diet.

That's how you start. Do that one thing and you will find yourself going down only a couple of the aisles at the store instead of all of them. Eat raw vegetables and fruits to take the place of the boxed and bagged things you no longer eat so that you will not be hungry or craving.

This is how you start.

Food Issues

Oh, I'm gonna love writing this one!

Back in about 1998, roughly, I'm not sure exactly, when I still was Type II diabetic, not yet Type I, when I was first healed of my diabetes, no one seemed to believe me. I couldn't help casually wondering whether their unbelief (or my reaction to it) caused or contributed to my eventual regression back to high sugars (Christ could do no miracle among groups that did not believe).

The point of my story has nothing to do with blame or cause and effect though. It is about my own reaction at the time, and my own paradigm. And their paradigm.

At the time, I was convinced that I was healed in the sense that I could eat anything I wanted.

But all I wanted was regular food - like I eat now.

People were concerned about me believing I was cured. Some were convinced that I was still experiencing high sugar and that I was starving myself to death by eating rocks and twigs. Since I wasn't eating cake, ice cream and catsup along with them, they assumed I was diabetic; I assumed since I wasn't diabetic I could eat those things but didn't want to.

I did not want to prove anything to them by eating their American food, but I gradually did. Eventually, my condition worsened in giant quantum drops.

Whereas splurging previously had no effect that lasted more than a day (that I could tell), now there was no recovery after one evening of splurging on sugar-sweetened chocolate. I was at a lower plateau.

I twice more dropped to lower plateaus until I was down on the ground. What does it mean, down on the ground? It means Type I. Suddenly, running 4 miles and swimming 1 no longer took my sugar down from >300 to 100. It left my sugar at >300. Always. And I was starving. I could eat the dinner of 12 men and while I was throwing it up in the back yard and telling myself (every single night) that I was sure I could eat right tomorrow, I still had the munchies. That's what happens when you become Type I. You need insulin from an external source. You produce little or none of your own, or not enough anyway.

I took my first shot of insulin, not expecting much, having tried glucofage in the past.

I was pleasantly surprised. For the first time in 8 years, I felt satisfied - didn't care to have any more food. I HAD UTTERLY FORGOTTEN THERE WAS SUCH A FEELING. And look at this - my sugar was 92!!

I was so grateful for insulin by needle! So grateful not to be hungry and not burning and sludging just for one day! I didn't care about drugs vs. natural. I didn't care about any of that at all. I had no pride either way. I didn't even care at all how or why a guy like me got to be diabetic (I got asked a lot because people always only saw me eating greens and running and riding a bike to work all my life). I didn't care because I was not hungry, not burning, and walking down the sidewalk with my wife, knowing that God knew exactly what was going on in my body. That's all I needed.

Now I understood why such a disciplined, studly wrestler had the willpower of a jelly fish every single night when he had thought he would eat right just that morning. It was because without insulin, the nutrients all just go right through you. You literally are starving. When you fast for a day or two to make wrestling weight (don't EVER do that), you don't really starve. When you have no insulin, YOU LITERALLY STARVE.

I didn't splurge. From the start, I understood the value of not abusing the insulin. However, along somewhere in the middle, I fell back into my evening 3-hour meals and took extra shots.

What was the point I was making? I may have to split this into 2 or 3 posts, for clarity.

Here's the point: The typical paradigm is, okay you don't need drugs for your diabetes any more because you are controlling it with diet and exercise, but you still have it and you can't have pizza and ice cream without your drugs.

The other paradigm is, my body, given the chance to eat normal instead of perverted, was able to heal itself and I no longer am diabetic. I do not control diabetes with a special or different means. I eat normal, regular food and have all of it that I want. I live normal and exercise regularly. I do not have diabetes.

But I admit that at my age and mileage, if I were to go back to eating crap and living a sedentary lifestyle, I would probably get diabetes again real quick. You see, when I first experienced healing, I was so anxious to show people a big miracle from Jesus, that I endeavored to believe and assert that I could again eat anything. Who knows? Maybe I could have, under certain circumstances; after all, I was still pretty young. Whatever. It doesn't matter.

My thought now is, if diabetes could happen to me at 36, it sure can happen again when I'm 48, and since I enjoy regular food more than doctored food anyway, I'm going to try not to go back to shooting up a storm and eating American. So since (in my paradigm) what I do is regular and normal and gives me such health and enjoyment, it dictates that all people should eat normally also. Or as close to it and as best as they can muster.

Paradigm 1: I control my diabetes with diet and exercise.

Paradigm 2: I stopped my perverted lifestyle; I now eat regular food. I no longer fuss with diabetes. I feel great. I gave my body a chance to heal. I will continue to be good to my body and will not have that disease again. All people will greatly benefit by treating their body the way it was designed to be treated - by overcoming vice.

Let me just say one more thing: no disease is fun, I'm sure. I am here to tell you what I know: Diabetes stinks. You don't want it. It is really really hard and you really struggle and you really suffer. Enjoying regular food and giving up the crap is a small price to pay to get out of this totally reeking disease. But many of you may not get out soon. You will have to be patient. If you are not allowed out soon, and if you seek God, it will be okay. You will be comforted and you will be given the strength to cope and the thrill of going for life knowing that you may be missing one wheel but you still have the pedal to the floor and we are all cheering as you power slide around that curve with your devil-may-care attitude. Then diabetes won't reek, it will be sweet, you'll see. But don't try it without total commitment to, and trust in God. Thank you very much.

Just a Number

Hopefully we all know that being a number is never as good as being a person. Hopefully we know the advantages of small schools, small government, small companies, even small churches.

If you have a certification awarded you by a large institution, you have a better chance at prestige and servitude in yet another large institution. Strength in numbers and you have security. By the way - what is the value of security?

We won't discuss the value of prestige. I'm a busy guy (no comments please).

What is the value of security compared to freedom?

Do you want to live (use your talents) or be kept alive?

Around the time they mixed up and baked America, there were some known to value freedom for others above their own lives. They took this stand as independent leaders. They were not drafted. They saw a need and did something about it. There are people in our country like that today. It may be harder to find them in a crowd due to the constraints and mass production that are in place today. But I'm afraid most of them are wannabes locked in serfdom. I don't know how locked up I am, but I have to admit, I'm not one of them. Or maybe I am. I wonder. Depends on what I do, not what I am, as has been said many times in one way or another.

I didn't mean to talk about America and citizenship. Getting back to being a number: There is one institution, the institution of God (who believes in organized religion - sorry to disappoint you - but you won't be disappointed when you try it), in which big is good. God is big enough to let you feel when you pray that you have his undivided attention - even though he is doing the same thing at the same time for any number of other souls. His ability to do this is infinite. Yeah, hard to conceive.

You pay attention to God in his church and you will never be a number. How do I know? Ha Ha. I'm not anything. But I have been there.

Make no mistake, each of you that I have ever met, and each of you that I will ever meet, and each of you (0) that read my blog - I do know.


I don’t want my kid in day care (read public school) for 6 hours and doing homework more than another 2, no matter what school. I have things to teach them too. I am not their maid. Besides, they might want to do sports or go outside once in a while – they’re kids! Why should a kid be forced to work 12-16 hours if adults only have to work 10? Aren’t there child labor laws??????

Making a kid do volume homework on things he learned 2 years ago is not my idea of a gifted program. Giving him Mathematica to learn calculus is my idea of a gifted program.

Keep school to < 8 hrs a day, at least until their senior year. Keeping them in slavery is not helping to keep up with the Japanese. It certainly is not what won the cold war. However, it is what lost the cold war for the Soviet Union. Communism doesn't win anything. Someone may beat you down into subjection to it after they win a fight over you, but it isn't the communism that sustains their evil power. Communism is the reward they give you after they beat you. I don't know who 'they' are but I do know who their leader is. He never rewards, only cheats.

Let's retake America. Give America back its moms. We'll work on the dads later. Down with communism. Down with "Oh we'll take care of you" serfdom. Downsize now. Downsize every institution's constituents except the family. Everything from the gov to home depot are getting too big. Too big is you are a number and the employees that are supposed to serve you are standing around talking football because their job stinks and they are a number too. You are a number leads into communism. Communism is where they tell you what to do and ignore your talents and take away your motivation until there is no quality being produced. Then it's all just crap and nobody cares any more. Just take care of us. We'll give all of our time, opinions and talents up if you will take care of us with all the crap you have that drones have produced.

That's communism and it is alive in America and growing. Growing big. Free Enterprise is also growing, however. Check out Melaleuca, the model of an honest, giving company. I'm a "dealer." I'll sell you some. Know what? Selling something is a good thing if what you sell is good and the price is reasonable. Business is a moral thing.

By the way, I consider myself a liberal. At least, I aspire to be a liberal. Except when it comes to the environment. When it's our dear Earth, I am ultra-conservative. Since I was a little boy, my instincts were ultra-conservative with regard to preserving Earth and its cleanliness. But when it comes to forgiveness, tolerance and just plain giving money to people who didn't earn it, I want to consider myself very liberal. So go away, big fat and ineffective government business that only wants to grow itself. Don't take my money and burn it. Let me keep it and distribute it to my grass-roots neighbors in need. Being liberal, it would not be possible for me to take someone's life or be associated with a political party that upheld or even allowed such a thing. I mean, how could I sincerely give money to one person and kill another? It would not add up, would it. I'm a liberal (except when it comes to environmental issues, and come to think of it, food issues)!


After posting Scott Scoville (see last post), I was only further down on page 6.

Scott Scoville

I googled my name to see if I could find my blog. The first couple of pages, I found some cousins. On the third page, I found my son's 5k results from two years ago. After that, I started meeting people like Scott Roberts, Janie Scott, Barry Tillman, and people recycling old tires or something.

Then on page 6 I found my blog!!!!!

So now I am going to post this post and see if it promotes me to the first page of hits on Scott Scoville.

Scott scoville eats carrots. Scott Scoville ran in Japan. Scott Scoville draws cartoons. Scott Scoville likes to wrestle. Scott Scoville is interested in gymnastics. Scott Scoville will tell you about Jesus Christ. Scott Scoville used to be a Beatle Freak. Scott Scoville used to be a Triumph motorcycle worm. Scott Scoville stands by Joseph Smith. Scott Scoville is a baby boomer (just made the cut). Scott Scoville thinks insurance ought to be insurance. Scott Scoville loves Melaleuca. Scott Scoville loves trekking. Scott Scoville loves road trips. Scott Scoville loves Laramie. Scott Scoville is an eager, capable, dependable, talented, hard-working, experienced engineer that no one wants to hire. Scott Scoville is happier than a balloon in a current over Mt. Timpanogos on the clearest, most crisp day. Scott Scoville thinks British Ford Escorts are way cool. Scott Scoville can wiggle his ears. Scott Scoville can wiggle his nose. Scott Scoville can wiggle his hips. Scott Scoville loves to dance. Scott Scoville is holding a dance in his garage this summer, as soon as he gets it cleaned out and one or two cars sold. Scott Scoville loves ginger. Scott Scoville loves sage. Scott Scoville loves honeysuckle. Scott Scoville loves cinnamon. Scott Scoville loves to mop and clean. Scott Scoville loves to load and unload and haul things in trucks, festivas, wagons and railcars. Scott Scoville holds the record for rope climbing at South High School. Too late to break it - the school closed. Scott Scoville loves to read books to kids. Scott Scoville loves to make books for kids. Scott Scoville loves being a kid. Scott Scoville loves collard greens if they are raw. Scott Scoville loves nothing better than to read or tell stories as he makes them up to kids. Scott Scoville loves to play with kids and dogs. Scott Scoville loves to spend long times in the remote wilderness. If he can't get there, he likes to settle for the Pennsylvania woods. If he can't get there, his back yard is pretty cool too. Scott Scoville loves his family. Scott Scoville wants to be an organic farmer. Scott Scoville has gone organic. Scott Scoville's main goal is to become the missionary for Christ that he ought. His second main goal is to become a min. That is minimum for Minimalist, which can be shortened to Minimist or min. Scott Scoville loves telling people about Melaleuca. It helps keep him oiled for telling them about Joseph Smith and Jesus Christ. When he does, it makes him as happy and full of fresh wonder as when he was 4. It always lowers his blood sugar. Sometimes it restores his >20/20 vision. Scott Scoville loves his friends. Some of them are in his family. Others he has adopted. When Scott Scoville decides you are his friend, you stay that forever. Scott Scoville loves things on two wheels. Scott Scoville likes to get squishy meat. Scott Scoville likes to dig in the dirt. Scott Scoville loves all kinds of masonry and masonry work. Scott Scoville loves to sculpt. If I would desire any one thing to define me and have chiseled onto my stone, it would be that I believe Jesus in a most profound way when he says, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the LEAST of these, my bretheren, ye have done it unto me." Scott Scoville loves to paint. Scott Scoville loves to write. Scott Scoville loves to talk. Some people go fishing to relax; Scott Scoville works on cars to relax. Scott Scoville loves to go down to his garage. Scott Scoville loves a balance of hard indoor/outdoor, mental/physical labor. Take and find the ugliest most repulsive human being you can, and realize that they have feelings too. And except for a few sad cases, #1 is important to them. This world is soooo screwed up; people should be allowed to earn their living spending some time at the computer and some time digging in the field and what have you. Can't wait for the communism in America and all its stupid rules to shatter. Free People! Free Market! Free Innovation (but regulate nuclear, genetic, etc)! Search out the squelchers and stiflers and inhibitors and misers and pull them down! Success to every man and woman who have a talent: success in sharing it and benefitting mankind instead of having it either rot in their back pocket in some cubical, or develop it only to be sold to a squelcher who locks it away out of reach from people and mother earth. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
2.5 units, pure carrot juice, 4 almonds, collard, 2 stalks celery, 1 carrot, sukoshi stix, up the hill.

2 units, millet, salad, sardines, a little extra ginger, dab of milk, run down the road

3 units, two Ezekial bread slices of toast with coconut oil, parmesan, ginger slices and collards on. Dab of chocolate, dab of milk, carrot, run to the next town where I used to live and up the hill and walk back. I could tell my sugar was low when I got to the top of the hill because I had spots before my eyes.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Check This Out

Check this out: I got 5 comments on my first post. Thirty-Six posts later, I have 5 comments on my first post. I wonder how many readers since my first post? Other than my wife, I mean. I think I'll go for a new type of blogging record: Most Posts Before Any Readers! Let's see if I can make it to 100. Yeah right - you'll pr'y easy make 1000.

Here we go!

Coconut Milk

Soy, Rice, Almond, and what's that other Other Milk I'm forgetting?

I've tried 'em all. Young coconut is by far the best I've tried. I like them all, too. But almond milk and especially rice milk kill me dead. Like hot water on carpenter ant. Or Sol-U-Guard on a wasp.

Banana and Chocolate & Found my Tribe Today

This one also deserves a title! Look down to the last meal! It's at the very bottom.

3 units, juice, collard, hill.

3.25 units, baked squash, millet, salad, peanut butter, stix, coconut oil, rome apple, hill.

By the way, the constant neuropathy in my left big toe has gone away in the last few days. I have not had any neuropathy in the last few days. It had gotten pretty bad.

By the way, interesting that today, after writing the Mother's Influence post last night, I heard for the very first time from an actual Type I diabetic (who had been Type II) who claims to be cured naturally. Raw fooder. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JtvFpF-3B5Q

I may have found my Tribe! People who think as I do, that the body tends to and can fix any disease (God willing) if you give it a chance. Even Type I.

Also, I came across why raw fooders (and others too?) are against fat. I'm hearing two things these days: 1- fat dilutes and inhibits the sugar in your meal and slows down and reduces your sugar absorption and blood level. This is true. 2- fat inhibits your insulin and increases your background or general blood sugar levels. This is true too. So as I said before, I don't believe in cutting something wholesome out completely. But I have definately seen how my own excessive consumption of cream and peanut butter inhibit my progress and am contemplating going to a no-added-fat program of some sort. Or maybe just no-peanut-butter-or-cream. Also, I'm losing interest in baked squash but that may be because Spring is coming.

By the way, here is an interesting cross reference that backs up and illustrates well my claims about the function of your own appetite:

You can go to http://debbietookrawforlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/anti-supplements-why.html and scroll down until you see a picture of peeled oranges and read the wrapped text or I am just pasting it here:

"Where is the source of wisdom for what nutrients you or I could do with today - this very day? The supplement manufacturer, or our bodies? A few months ago I had a great desire for oranges. They tasted more delicious than at any other time in my life - ate loads of them! I believe that this was because my body at the time very much needed something in oranges. After a while my desire for oranges lessened - perhaps because my body had built up adequate reserves of whatever nutrient had been lacking. And that's how that cliche 'listen to your body' operates. The clever body can correct deficiencies all by itself by generating a desire for certain foods.
"How on the other hand can it ever be right for an individual to take 'x' mcg/mg of a supplement every single day - that amount decided by the supplement manufacturer? Yes, the body might expel excess, but ...always? We know that disease occurs when the body is overburdened by the task of elimination."

I am so excited to have come across (today for the first time) someone besides myself who believes the body has a tendency to heal itself of any disease if given the chance!

Y'know, I have done raw before. I know what it takes, but I don't know what it gives these days - I mean, I have not tried today's great recipes, I was just old fashioned simple. My only problem was beans though. I like my beans but I don't really like em raw. Maybe I just need to eat them fresh. We'll see what I do.

3 units, BANANA (not frozen, not chilled, not processed, just a warm banana) AND CHOCOLATE! Hey, I enjoyed this even more than chocolate and squash! Best chocolate thing yet! And didn't need any peanut butter or anything to go with it! Cuz I guess I was in a Raw Fooder Mood. Anyway, then I had ogliofructose, salad, almonds (YES, ALMONDS - AND PLENTY OF THEM - but not too many), collards. Run down the road and then up the hill. AND MY LIPS AND FACE FEEL BETTER AND MORE SUGAR FREE THAN THEY HAVE IN 12 YEARS, MAN!


Mother's Influence

A big part of my molding was watching mother.

She seemed extreme to most when she refused replacements for her osteoporosis-annihilated hip joints. But she wasn't the type to refuse things just because they weren't totally natural. She tried Motrin-containing medication, for example. One of her reasons for seeking another path was that she felt severely arthritic all through her body, not just in what used to be her hip joints. She prayed and she felt her way.

She was the only one who totally and vocally believed she would be healed - except maybe the patriarch who blessed her so. But he wasn't around. Dad kept his tongue so I don't really know what he thought. Family members can correct me on this.

Family members can correct me on this too, but as I recall, she eventually made it out of bed and used to get around by locking her knees and feet together and swinging them forward on crutches. When she would negotiate herself back to bed, she would put her back to the edge and grasp the tops of the crutches in her hands and let herself down gently into a sitting position. As she let herself down, there were loud popping and grinding noises coming from her hips that you could hear throughout our one-bedroom house. Her joints were gone; it was porous bone on porous bone, I guess.

She went like that for years. Her moaning and crying lessened as time went on, but she sure didn't look like she was ever going to walk again. She used to have dreams in which she would be running through a meadow or something. She would wake up and exclaim how wonderful it would be to do such a thing again.

She would do the dishes and cook and everything - in later years when the pain wasn't as bad. Finally one day out of the blue she stood up without her crutches. The noises had ceased. Within a week or so, she was walking again. From all I could tell, she was all better.

It didn't last long. For two reasons. First, she and dad and I drove down to Lake Powell and did some camping and swimming. Per our traditional family custom, we often went down to the sandstone cliffs and went jumping and swimming. One day we were going into the water where the sandstone sloped gently to the water's edge. It was mossy. I had gone first and warned her. I told her to stoop down and crab walk because it was so slick. Too late. Dad was next to her when he slipped and fell, knocking her down. Her femur broke. We put her into the station wagon and drove her straight to Salt Lake City. As they operated on her shattered leg, they saw that her hip socket had filled with some sort of gristle. That had been what enabled her to walk normally again. The whole process took about 10 years from the time she first experienced pain, which was 1977.

So the first reason was that she broke her leg and it set her back. Secondly, as I said, she had to keep up her strict regimen to keep the inflammation away. Like me, she wasn't always perfect and she suffered. It wasn't long after this that she began to prepare to cross the bar and have her general health start to go.

Boy, but you should have seen her in her swim suit, jumping off the sandstone into the lake. She was about 70 at the time.

She taught me faith and prayer and to find my own right way. Watching her faith heal herself and others led me dare to think maybe anything could be fixed.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Ice Cream

When I was a Cub Scout and helped put on the play (up on a stage in front of the whole congregation) where you sword fight and one kid falls on the floor and the rest of you stomp on him and say, "Three men on a dead man's chest - Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum!", I pulled it off, but I was so nervous, my biceps felt just like cold hard ice cream, not squishy meat.

Squishy Meat

I have a term for the blood-red, hot feeling you get when you are having a good run. The kind where you are completely warmed up and feel no pain (hopefully not even in your bones or tendons) and it just feels good and hot and limber.

And squishy.

Like, my leg muscles feel so warmed up that they are just pumped and squishy from heat, blood and sweat.

This is what I call, "achieving squishy meat."

I know it makes no sense; comes from the right side of the brain. It's how I feel.


I remember standing out in the parking lot along the commercial corridor of Route 30 soon after being diagnosed, thinking how hard it was going to be, not able to ever eat again.

To be diagnosed with diabetes is to feel deprived.

But I want to make clear that I don't feel deprived now. In fact, I am privileged to have been nudged into a lifestyle that I think everyone should have. Yes, that's right folks: despite my calm, agreeable demeanor, my actual belief is you all will be glad if you eat the way I do, diabetes or not, anything else or not.

Am I normal? Is the typical American diet normal? Who is the foreigner here? I consider my simple, wholesome food standard; it is the other stuff that is weird. People say I eat healthy; I say I eat "regular food." And not too much at once.

Don't know if I had made that clear.

I realize how far-fetched this seems. I don't demand that you eat this way. I don't feel emotional. To me, it's just a cold belief. I do believe it though. Consider bread: probably the biggest difference between my diet and yours. If you're not diabetic and don't have to worry about carb overload, why should you eliminate it? Well, my mother was not diabetic but she was severely arthritic. Totally different disease, but she made her first breakthrough when she cut out bread and started eating soaked wheat berries instead. She did kick arthritis out the door, by the way, though she had to keep it up to keep it out.
3 units. juice, ogliofructose, cashews, a little more of what I had last night (millet and salad), a sukosh of squash. ride bike up hill.

started out good, but....

3 units, cashews, smidge of coconut milk, banana, a little peanut butter, and then I blew it - ate several hot banana hot cakes sharon made. Then went to sleep. Woke up with sugar at 267.

Took 3 units and ate some more (a little of everything, but had milk instead of juice).

I knew better, but sort of forgot. I'm not supposed to eat her bread, let alone a banana hot cake. They were very sweet but I couldn't tell how sweet when they were hot and I was hungry. It may sound like I am punishing myself too much, but after 12 years, I know how much I can let down, let up or "reward" myself. None. Must be strict now to get well. If I was just getting by and not planning on getting better, I would just go along and "celebrate" a little now and again. But in spite of today's slip-up, I am happy that I was still valiant in the area of being a Quittola BeShange!!! I still did good in quitting my meals on time.

Later I did a little running and after I settled down, I was 132; not bad for not having had another shot to help me down. But then I stayed up several more hours blogging and checked it again and it was up to 177. I could feel it. This rarely happens with me, this going up after making it down - without eating or anything. However, it seems to happen if I have eaten one of my no-no's, like unsprouted bread (with bananas in it no less) or hotcakes, as in this case. 3 more units and I'm going to bed.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Salmon and Millet

I'm giving this one a title because it was so awesome.
I ate like a king tonight.
It was the first time I had juice and salad fixed at the same time. Plus, fresh steamed millet piping hot.
I had some canned pink salmon left over so I mixed it with lots of millet and threw some salad on top. @##$$%%^&^&*())(*&^%%$$##$%%^R%$E$E#$R$T%T^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, that was good!
To top it off, I stopped at the right time! Usually, when I have such an awesome, nutritious meal, I waste it afterward by having a little of something else and eating too much. Not this time! I had 3 units before I started fixing it all because I thought I was a little high, and that I would be eating soon. But I didn't eat so soon, so I had another 2 units when I started. Ran the hill after. Sugar: 112.

Monday, March 2, 2009


From now on, I will refer to my raw sprouted bread sticks (of any type) as stix.

March Meals

Now I think I'll start logging all my meals. It will give you and I an idea of what I'm really doing and it might help me stay on course. I will keep the blog clean by putting the meal logs for each month together into one post. This one is for all of March:


Only ate one meal. I knew better but did not resist my wife's bean dip with sour cream and salsa. I ate my raw sticks instead of chips, but the dip was too fancy, too junky and I ate too much of it for this ol' bod.

I knew I was in trouble, but instead of getting a pain in my toe, I decided I'd rather not take more than the 2 units of humalog I had already had. I went for a run across one bridge, down the river, accross the other bridge and up the river to home. I'm not sure how far it is; rough guess, 6 miles. Sugar was 147 when I got back and cooled down. I snuck off early to bed at 9:30 with no further intake of anything.

Halfway through the run, the food started to settle somewhere and feel less like I had a medicine ball in my gut and bean dip coming up my throat. Usually when I run that circuit, I get a pain in my side or wherever or else my knee gives up, and I have to walk; this time, I just ran the whole thing; I was surprised. And it seemed pretty quick. I was amazed that I slept all night and could walk pretty good in the morning and I never had even one small charlie horse. I was expecting some big time after that long run, since I haven't done it for so long.


This morning, I did the usual: juice and 2 units and run up the hill. But this time I finally followed the suggestion I got ages ago and added a couple of teaspoons of yellow Nutritional Brewer's Yeast. WoWeee, that was good! Totally different flavor than I expected. Today's juice was about 3 big carrots, handful of brocco, one large red chard leaf, one stub of ginger, two teaspoons yeast. I also had a oglio-multi.

Lunch today: Pink salmon from a can, fresh romaine, a little steamed millet (old and cold), a little stix and coconut oil, a mouse's portion of peanut butter (I licked the jar), oglio-multi. No shots. Run the hill. Sugar: 268 - took 2 units.

I only like to eat canned salmon if they did NOT take out the skin and bones - they're my favorite part.

Supper: Juice just like breakfast, but more of it, 3 units, an egg, stix, coconut oil, peanut butter,, some cheese, a bite of chocolate, a swallow of milk, oglio-multi. Run up the hill. Sugar: 89.


2 units. just juice. up the hill. 2 units. stix, coconut oil, peanut butter, apple, salad. weights, burpees and stairs. Nap. Sugar: 153.

2 units, popcorn, salad, millet, coconut oil, peanut butter, cinnamon, collard green, almonds, chocolate. 2 more units. up the hill. cling and jerk and then lift bar to chin in basement, climb flight of stairs and do 5 burpees, grab dumbbells and go up two more flights, come back, replace dumbells, do whole thing again 3 more times.

My burpees are: drop to hands while shooting legs back out straight and hit chest to floor, do a push up and pull feet back under and leap to ceiling with hands stretched for the ceiling, and drop to hands again, etc., all in one smooth motion.

Later this evening, Sugar: 233. I wonder what it would have been if I had eaten no almonds? Took 4 units.


2 units, juice, stix, peanut butter. Run up the hill.

apple, peanut butter, cheese, banana, too much cream and milk, run up the hill.

3 units, 2 more units, juice, salad, steamed millet, pink salmon, ran the hill. Sugar: 112.


missing somehow


2 units. Just juice. Up and down the stairs carrying dumbells while talking to John on the phone.

2 units. coconut oil on Ezekial Bread toast (1.5 slices), One Collard leaf, a little stix, a little juice. Up the hill and 5 pullups (I usually do some while I'm up there; I just haven't mentioned it).

no units. some pecans. lots of raw cashews, 6 units, some uncured beef hotdogs and a little organic ketchup, tiny bit of milk, romaine leaves, some juice, small apple, small orange. No exercise. Sugar: 95.


Wake up Sugar: 176.

This is typical. I got home and ate late and a little strange. So even if my sugar's 95, if stuff is in me and hasn't already pretty much processed and settled down when I go to sleep, my sugar goes up in the night. Otherwise, (eating before 6:00) my sugar just stays down all the time.

3 units. pecans. no exercise. Now I don't feel good. Pecans wasn't such a hot idea but at the time it felt right.

I have been thinking lately that I have been exercising too hard and not limiting my meal time and amount enough. I have been thinking that is the key here. I need to improve my quitting power. I used to be watching TV or some other letharge activity as a kid and suddenly, as soon as the thought that I might be better off jumping up and running outside crossed my mind, I would jump up and switch it off and run outside. It felt great! Granted, we don't get as much opportunity to rest as when we were kids, so it was easier then, but I need to get some of that back. Yes, I've been thinking that toughening up as a Quitt Master will be the key to healing. Or shall I say the physiological key to it. Heed to spiritual matters is the main key. Sometimes, I think I have eaten very little until I look down and my stomach is sticking way out.

3 units. heated up millet and baked squash and added coconut oil and a little cheese, some romaine, 2 stalks celery, bunch of cashews and some chocolate, and a smidge of milk. I did eat too much. No exercise. Later, took 2 more units.

When I check my sugar, it is usually not a surprise. It is rarely a shock. I can pretty well tell most of the time. However, sometimes I feel all burning and neuropothic and sugary and tingly and tired and when I check it, it's between 70-100. Other times, when I feel pretty darn perfect, but have the slightest suspicion, its 200-300. So sometimes it is a surprise. Usually, I know what it is within 15 points before I test.

I guess I missed supper today. Also, I know I waited way too long for lunch; that usually hurts things. So I'm thinking about becoming a killer quitter man. Able to clamp down and ship out even when my family's ambiance and my psyche are blaring, "PARTY!" Killer Quitter Master.

Nope, I got talking at length to Sharon and naturally had just a little something and a little more and 4 more units, just before I should have gone to bed. Still wouldn't call it a good supper though.


worked late and slept through breakfast

keeping in mind to be a master quitter

3 units. one bowl of salad and fresh steamed millet. OISHIIIIIIIII! that was good. run up hill. 10 pull ups.

I used to climb ropes and do a lot of pull ups and stuff like that. Been a lotta years since I have done it much. Kind of surprised I can still do 10 pull ups.

3 units. Little bit o' baked squash and 2 pecans, tsp peanut butter, most of one young coconut (man, they're good). ran around a bit with some weights.

Tonight, I was Quittona BeDoine. I made one bowl of delight and when I was 4/5 through it, I was full and I quit right then. This is significant enough in itself, but I was eating one of the best things I have ever had. Here's the details:

I started out with 3.5 units and some raw cashews - but not too many. I heated a bowl half full of millet with some coconut oil on it and then stirred it up and then piled as much of my salad on top of that as I could, sans Annie's Tuscan dressing. THEN I put on the Annie's tuscan dressing. Had ginger in there, and a few throws of cinnamon on the side, and juice to go with it. Then I did 4 stories. 1.5 hr later Sugar: 117.

See below for definitions:

Salad - organic celery (okay, everything's organic, okay), green chard, broccoli, collards, romaine, rutebaga, ginger slices and dices, canola mayo Annie's Tuscan Italian dressing - lately, this goes on last. It's really good on the millet. The millet is even better oiled up with the coconut. That's a comment, not a part of a definition.

Juice - Approx. 80% carrot juice, 17% broccoli juice, 3% ginger juice. However, normally I have a good percentage of wheat grass juice in there also - maybe 8%? I just don't have any grass lately.

Stories - as in "the building was 4 stories high." But here, a story is: cling and jerk, military press and then lift the bar to the chin while in the sub basement, go up one flight of stairs, 5 burpees (as defined in previous post), pick up dumb bells and hold them in curled fashion while walking up the stairs two more flights and then return them to their place.

Muscle Urge

When you're out of shape, running makes you feel like total crap. It just feels like it's not good for you. That is, until you start to get into shape. It may take a couple of days when you're younger, it may take a couple of weeks or months or years when you're older.

When it feels bad, it's painful to get exhausted - you can't wait for it to end. When it's good, it feels good to be exhausted and gasping, even though it is still exhausting. Especially on a good day. And that's without the runner's high. Runner's high is a whole nuther thing - a bonus.

I have been through the phase change countless times; I am going through it right now.

When I was young and stupid and didn't know it cost anything to run, I'd be sitting there doing something like homework, and I'd start feeling this primal drive similar to hunger pangs. My body wanted to RUN! RIGHT NOW! QUICK, GET DRESSED DOWN AND LETS HIT IT! I'd go run as hard as I could. Usually over to the football stadium, up and down the bleachers and sprints down the field, broken up with somersaults and push ups. Or I'd go all the way to one of the parks.

Now it's like, you gotta being kidding me. I love nights when I can rationalize staying in and on the couch. Soooo nice. Running up the hill for 10 minutes is the type of thing I did without a single thought as a teenager. It was a small drop in the ol' bucket of workouts and sports. Now, it is something that I try to get out of but always am glad when I did it. Note the tense of the word 'did.'

However, I am pleased to report that I am now beginning to experience Muscle Urge again. It started today, pretty much. I am getting back in shape to the point where my body feels like one unit instead of a system of organs and bones, loosely tied together with painfully stiff and unforgiving sinew. To the point again where it feels good to kick and punch and do a flip. And run fast.

It's more than just in the sinews. It's all through you. It's when you breathe, you breathe deep sometimes, just because your lungs are stretching and enjoying some aftergasms and the feel of fresh air flowing in. Aaaaaaah. Then your legs, just laying there, respond as they fill with extra oxygen and they too say Aaaaaah. This wakes up your shoulders and chest and then your abs. Aaaaah.

I was driving my little red buggy (named Steve) this morning and my trunk muscles and my shoulders and my forearms and my legs were asking to go outside and increase some fast entropy. Muscle Urge folks.

Get some.

Other Than Food

I grew up doing like my dad: washing parts in a pan of gasoline with my bare hands, going a solid week working on a motorcycle or car without ever taking a bath or washing my hands, and sleeping at night in the dirt with a tarp over me.

Like vitamins, there was no such things as "chemicals" to dad and me. Except when it came time to dispose of them. We were conscientious when it came to polluting something besides our body. At least as far as the best we knew. Dad used to get on the neighbors for draining from their garage into the irrigation ditch.

But we never did anything to contain or clean up lead.

More recently, I have been impressed with my discovery of how readily our skin absorbs things. I now shy away from penetrating oils and the like and gasoline. I do a lot of work around the house and garage. I do a lot of cleaning up. I have used caustic soda, TSP, all varieties of Zep, Spic and Span, Simple Green, and so forth. My wife started buying non-toxic, enviro-friendly cleaners about 15 years ago or more. I found that they did not work. We stopped buying them for a while. I wasn't too concerned.

Then she started buying safe, natural cleaners again, 2 or 3 years ago. I very gradually switched over to them from things like Lysol and Simple Green as I discovered that now they worked BETTER than the standard products, didn't have cancer causing ingredients, and they didn't knock me out to use (especially in the bathroom or shower)! It is so pleasant now, for example, to go out to the van and scrub dried throw-up from the carpet so effortlessly, and have such a mild pleasant healthy odor, and not cough and sneeze!

It's like I heard another engineer exclaim about getting his first personal computer back in 1991, "They're great! It's like our microwave - we don't know how we ever got along without it!" At the time, I had neither a computer or a microwave. Now I have a microwave, countless computers and totally amazingly awesome household and personal care products! I don't know how I ever got along without them!

Since I quit using the other stuff, our asthmatic son hasn't complained.

I love the very subtle, almost unnoticeable taste on my tongue all day that comes from using my great toothpaste and mouthwash rather than the old stuff that dried out my mouth, promoting bad breath, and that made me puke if I happened to eat anything after brushing my teeth. I am addicted to this new condition in my mouth. I could go on about all the other products. Love the shampoo. I searched for years for one that was good for my hair. I tried making my own. My friends let me know how bad that stunk. Finally. I found a couple that were quite good, but they still had formaldehyde releasing ingredients, which were linked to cancer. Now I have a safe shampoo that is better than any I have tried.

My buddy was a mechanic and he gave me a huge can of hand cleaner from Snap-On. By far the best mechanic's hand cleaner ever. Since I cannot get it, I settled for Fast Orange from Permatex. But lately, I don't appreciate my hands smelling like a citrus scent factory. I tried using the dainty, sparkley soft soap in my wife's kitchen (oh man, if you could see the thing I just called 'my wife's kitchen,' 9 out of 10 of you would simply be appalled) instead. It doesn't work quite as fast as Fast Orange or Snap-On, but close. And you only need a dab 1/10th the normal amount. Who would have guessed you could clean chapped hands that had been working on the car with such a soap? And get this - after using this soft soap repeatedly, your hands and fingertips don't feel greasy but they don't even begin to dry out! Now take the soft soap that is dispensed in the lavatories at our church: You walk out of there literally feeling like all oil and moisture was removed from your fingers, and your fingertips were ripped right off. It is literally more than harsh, this church soap. All the strippers and solvents I have ever worked with were more mild on my skin! I try to get just as small a bead of it as I can and then quickly water it down before I lather, but it still rips into my skin mercilessly. Lately, I just use water. They need my wife's soap. -Cleans without stripping, and how.

Did you know that the worst air pollution is in your house, that when Americans die in the wilderness, they decompose more slowly than third world people do, they have so much formaldehyde in them? For the last several years, I have struggled with the heavy burden of what to do about the lead paint issues in my home. Meanwhile, I have spread huge amounts of equally harmful (if not more) chemicals through the house when I mop and clean. Without a worry or a thought. Just because that's what we do. Producers of harmful products have always begged for forgiveness, never asked for permission. It is the American way. Never mind that lead is worse because it doesn't metabolize out as fast. Nooooooo Sir! Hey - when you are using the other chemicals every day, and spreading them around your house, or even just storing them in your house, rest assured your exposure is constant even if it is cycling through your body instead of just sitting in your body.

Why do you suppose we all get cancer now but never used to? Is it the food or is it the stuff we breathe and get on our skin? Is it both? What percentage is the food vs. the other stuff? I have eliminated both from my home.

Just imagine not having ever to have stuff like Raid or Lysol aerosols in your house because now you have something safe enough to spray on your food that is more effective (and enviro-friendly) than Raid or Lysol!

It's great!