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.

Update

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.

...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.

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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.

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?

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.