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Here I am again, telling you to stop counting calories. … The degree, frequency and severity of insulin responses to food are what matters when it comes to improving blood sugar and/or body composition.
I don’t really drink coffee for pleasure. I drink it only if it’s already available, and I happen to need a jolt of energy. Otherwise, I just really don’t ever think about it. I greatly prefer tea, especially green and white.
I don’t generally promote supplements. Most of them play to specific, isolated points of medical research to serve as a magic pill.
A jab at microcurrent treatments for skincare? Pfft. But what’s this? An article about Covert Narcissists? Oh, hell no! He’s telling people I’m a narcissist?? How can anyone possibly think that about me? Well… wait. I see a lot of myself in that article.
I’m sure you’ve heard of “superfoods.” They aren’t real, mind you. That term is an advertising concept invented by a clever company somewhere whose task was to get consumers to buy more fresh produce at the grocery store.
As someone who craves quiet, order, stability and routine, I’ve developed what’s probably an oversensitivity to entropy. Whether everything’s actually falling apart or not, I fear it and watch for it vigilantly.
Over the years I have made my position on supplements very clear: Use them as they were intended to fill gaps in your otherwise healthful, balanced nutrition strategy. Not only should you not rely upon them as a main source of energy or vitamins, minerals and fiber, you should not rely on them to provide what the manufacturer claims.
First and foremost, I am not suggesting everyone should be thin. I’m not suggesting everyone should be fit. I’m not suggesting everyone who isn’t is ugly, stupid, dirty, bad or immoral. I’m not suggesting fat people should be bullied, harassed, ignored, ridiculed or humiliated. I’m not suggesting fat people should be ashamed of themselves.
My very first therapist liked the theories of Jung. As such, my councilor brought my attention to the idea that we all have a source of darker energy within us. That makes perfect sense to me.
As I type this at 2 p.m. on a Sunday, my date from last night is still passed out on the couch. Given that he was blacked out and peed in the bed (possibly ruining a $5,000 Tempur-Pedic mattress), I honestly don’t care if he wakes up and reads this over my shoulder.
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