Horrific trip to the nurse today, to get some long overdue blood tests because I was too embarrassed to go and get them done when I was eating normal food. When you know that you are doing something bad for you, you think about all the unnecessary advice and treatment you would get if you do what you are told.
When I eat normal food, I am tired, bloated, I look awful and I continuously gain weight, not just because I eat too much either. I remember first noticing this at 9 years old, when I once notably put on 7lb after one plate of macaroni cheese. It was dismissed as nonsense, of course, and many years later I think back on this and wonder why I was unable to simply throw a tantrum, like everybody else in my family. Perhaps it is because I sat and watched so many.
When I eat normal food, I am also severely anaemic, and I did wonder whether I was menopausal for some time, because of the heat fluctuations and the weeping over Wolfe. I am not, for those interested. I just cannot eat normal food, and for some reason had a lot of poison to dump when I came across Wolfe. One’s emotions very much dictate one’s health, especially in my case.
So, she asked me after I told her that I had just dropped 40lb in a month, what am I eating? (I dropped 70lb in ten weeks when I first went raw, and the doctor at that time nearly fell off his chair)
“Seaweed, grass, leaves and berries.”
She clearly assumed that I was a bit special and asked me to list them. I got down five or so, before sighing and telling her that there are over eighty ingredients in supermix. “I also shoot for ten vegetables a day and eat some fish” I supplied, just to ensure that she would not put me on the dangerous nutjob list.
I then requested that she take some blood tests, just to hammer the point home to them once they have tested my blood. She is now testing me for diabetes. I made enquiries about this numerous times, and was rubbished by my GPs every time. Now I have reached the age of type 2 diabetes, apparently, so they will decide when and how I become ill in addition to ignoring any actual symptoms, because I am evidently too stupid to simply communicate them.
So, having had many frustrating trips to the medical centre over the years, I patiently explained the paradox of obesity. You get fat because you are missing something, and you crave whatever you ate that you think contains that something. Supermix removes this problem, because it is crammed full of nutrition. Even a multivitamin and mineral supplement will help, but supermix has the added benefit of forcing you to drink a lot of water and eat some raw herbs before you start eating anything resembling normal food.
It is tedious, explaining to someone with a tickbox checklist that you are not in their routine loop and have no expectations of ever being in it. I once had a consultant sit and express great shock that I was obviously not always lazy, on the grounds of my weight. I had to explain to her that being fat does not mean that you are stationary and that people are not always the same build. I showed the six foot lovely my enormous hands. I am almost a foot smaller than her, and needless to say, her tiny little hands were miniscule in comparison.
Anyway, this is several tiresome years later, and I am feeling and looking a lot better than I did a month ago. Throughout the continuous binge that was spending time with my friend, I reverted to raw the minute he went home several times. Hence, I was eating socially and disregarding my health. Hell is other people.
So, my thought for today on the subject of obesity is – do what works for you – if people are in your way, get rid of them, and get your life back.