Eating David Wolfe’s hat
I don’t think I have an appropriate hat to eat, so I think I will have to eat Wolfe’s hat instead.
This week, as a result of the constant bitching about my mother’s diet, I re-introduced meat in the form of a cooked Scottish breakfast. This made the NHS nurses very happy. I was having to ensure that my mother had a full mission jar of supermix before and after it to counteract the injection, of course, but in the middle I presented them with a picture of a woman stuffing her face with a variety of animal products.
Imagine my surprise when after only three days of this, her urine test, which I now do daily, came back with a positive for a UTI. She had been clear of these for two whole months, which is something of a feat, whilst consuming her supermix diet plus eggs and some smoked salmon to balance her electrolytes. (sorry, Wolfe, but I just don’t see the point in fish oil tablets when she could just enjoy some fish with her salt. She gets both anyway.)
So, it seems we have a fresh and unexpected addition to the many validations I have bestowed on Wolfe over the last few years. The tiny bit of inflammation caused by eating meat and raising her acid levels by only a small fraction was enough to suppress her immune system and bring on another infection.
Needless to say, I stopped this immediately and put her back on Supermix only. She has now, for the first time in a decade, beaten her infection. She had her supermix with the juice of 20 peaches yesterday, consumed the lot and is doing fine. Clear-headed, and pissing like a fountain.
So, after many years of wrestling with low carb versus raw, I am now of the opinion that although you can get away with alkaline foods alongside your raw diet, meat is indeed the devil’s work and damages you slightly every time you consume it. It probably won’t stop any committed meat eaters. I should know, I was one for years before I tried being raw in the first place.
That is not to say that this is the only diet that is worth doing. I have not yet experimented with kim-chi or fermented foods, and I am not sure I want to. However, I think the raw ‘vegans’ (they aren’t really vegan in many cases, but it is a useful way of telling people just to give you a salad rather than try to fit you around their dinner party table) are somewhat vindicated in terms of an almost complete diet (B12 is too important to omit when you are 90)
Otherwise, I am happy to say she is doing very well. She is having Black Forest Gateau flavour supermix today, and I am sure she will continue to enjoy whichever flavour I choose to evoke tomorrow. Mine of course, is cucumber and spinach, and considerably less glamorous.
The social worker came today, and asked about the dietician. I explained that she did not know very much and that the NHS apparently believe that nutrition and medicine are separate things, which does not make it easy to explain my mother’s diet at present. I know it is expecting a lot, but they could at least try to understand.