Food

Fasting is a natural method of healing. When animals or savages are sick, they fast.-- Paramahansa Yogananda

Ancient Wisdom: Remember not to bite off more than you can chew. 

Wise Proverb:  You can't con an honest man. 

Okay, I will throw this tidbit out about food for the above-mentioned people who fast--who won't be honest with themselves or God, and therefore starve themselves, foolishly thinking they can go in through the back AI door. The tidbit about food is this-- it's really, really, good or really, really, bad right now. This evaluation includes food from sources other than the grocery stores too.

If you're not looking with regard to food right now you are absolutely killing yourself and missing out on valuable life-saving nutrition. The good food has never been better than it is today. They have discovered amazing ingredients from around the world and are putting them in the good foods now. 

Food science, which can be both good and bad, is at an all-time high. A few months ago I wasn't looking and inadvertently ate some pasta noodles that had been switched out by sneaky people entering my house. I ate a whole pot of the noodles-- and man, I seriously thought I was going to die afterward! My mind couldn't focus, my breath was short, my allergies were acting up, my pee stung, my arteries were probably clogging and who knows what else it did to my eyes, mind, hair, and libido. I hadn't had any other problems with food previous to this and therefore didn't know just how bad it was. 

If any of you suffer regularly from problems similar to this, I feel for you. Know that you do not have to suffer though. You can always eat grass. ( ha, ha, ha) No, here's an idea, try and make a good friend for once-- there may be ways of coping until you can get to looking for yourself.  

There is a saying that I mentioned above that says, "You can't con an honest man."  If you rely on laxatives and enemas to get you through you know what it means to be conned. But if we were honest with ourselves and God would we have these problems? There is plenty of good food in the stores today. Look and live.

Sarah and Walter, I know you're in poor health and that most people have ruled you out as hopeless, Type II diabetes and cancer, but know there is still a way to repent of your excess. No, the answer is not weight loss pills or gastroplasty. The answer is not a Keto diet. The answer is God and in changing the very way you think about him. Be honest with yourself and Him and leave the ranks of the guessing, fasting, starving masses and join the certain. It's only going to get worse for you if you don't.

Well, I feel so blessed to live in this era of history. Thanks to the food gods and food industry workers the health for ALL people is improving! The food service people have worked hard to make food accessible and been so true throughout my whole mental health ordeal. Food is core and the food card really has done wonders for me in bringing people around! Thank these people so much.

Ya, I'm only 44!

Just realized something interesting today. I realized my birthday was not when my evil mother said it was. In fact, I was born in Washington State, not Utah. I was also born outside of a hospital and over two years later than my mother said I was born. So I'm excited today to find out that I am two years younger than I thought I was! 

I'm also a little sad though knowing that my mother placed me in elementary and high school classes with kids two years older than me. Physically speaking, being two years behind was a huge disadvantage for me in sports. I bet I would have played basketball at a bigger college if I had just had two more years in high school.

This never crossed my mind until just now. My birth certificate said I was older and I happened to be taller than most of the kids older than me anyway.  My mother knew how much I loved sports, why would she do this to me? This again proves once and for all that my parents were out to get me when I was younger and were undermining my potential from the very beginning. Academically/mentally this may have been a good thing for me though. 

Now I know why so many secret telephone agents over the years would ask me if I knew when my birthday was! This is crazy, I started driving when I was a reckless thirteen-and-a-half years old. (ha, ha, ha) I moved away from home when I was fourteen. And my mother just had to be sinister about my birthday-- she really made July 8th a curse for me in life!