I quit you — Health
In August 1994 I quit eating red meat. I'd watched a movie called Faces of Death at a slumber party and there was a part in the movie that showed the audience how a slaughter house kills a cow and processes it into your dinner. I haven't had a taste of beef since. Denouncing beef proved to be only the beginning to what meats I would no longer eat, pork, rabbit, duck, deer, and lamb were others, to name a few. I am by no means a vegetarian, I still eat fish, chicken, and turkey. I've considered cutting the rest of the meat from my diet but it always comes back to my belief that there's no denying that the human being is a carnivore. I find it ridiculous to deny that which is most natural and essential to our species but I find the way that we humans procure that meat to be disrespectful to animals, not to mention wasteful and inhumane. So I've tried to minimize my contribution to the mass production of slaughter, not that it plays any significant part in the grand scheme of things, but it's how I live my life regardless.
In January 2001 I quit smoking. I'd tried to quit smoking three times prior but it never kept and I'd quickly realized my failed attempts to quit smoking were because I didn't actually want to quit. But in January 2001 I was ready, I didn't enjoy the cigarette anymore and every one that I did smoke made me feel sick to my stomach, so it just seemed like not only the perfect time to quit, but the most sensible thing to do. I quit cold turkey and never looked back. It was easy for me and the reason it was so easy was because I wanted to be a nonsmoker more than I wanted to be a smoker and that was all there was to it.
In July 2004 I quit coca-cola. I walked into a movie theater to see an obscure yet highly publicized movie called Super-Size Me, and an hour and a half later I vowed never to drink soda again. I wasn't really a fast food goer to begin with, but coca-cola was another story. I grew up on that delicious candy-water and I consumed at least one can of it's black liquid goodness, ever day. To quit soda (or 'pop' as we say in the Midwest) had never occurred to me before, nor would the idea have had been supported by me if ever mentioned. But once I learned what high fructose corn syrup does to your body, there was no second guessing myself, soda was banned from my diet starting immediately. Much to my surprise, turning to other easily accessible drinks such as Snapple or Nestle Tea, or Arizona Tea, or damn near any other beverage you can grab from the deli or grocer's selves has High Fructose Corn Syrup in it, which makes not drinking soda a moot point. So began the mass consumption of water as my main beverage and my quest to find other tasty beverages that did not have kill-you-slowly-syrup in the ingredients.
In June 2005 I quit coffee. Coffee was the BIG ONE for me, above all the others mentioned before, coffee was the mother of them all. To this day, everyday in fact, when I smell the coffee in some commuter's travel cup on the subway or walking down the street, I swear to you my loins cry out. I miss coffee every day we are apart. In fact, it is my plan to write a post about my love of coffee, what it means to me, an ode to coffee if you will. So the idea of quiting coffee was absolutely absurd. I used to say things like, "I quit smoking, and I quit soda, the only thing left now is for me to quit coffee (ha ha)", but I said that like people say they're going to lose 15 pounds or they're going to finally save that money to get themselves out of debt. Like, yeah, in a perfect world, and maybe someday, but they don't really mean it as in, tomorrow this will happen. In fact, as I sit here and write this I can't exactly recall my specific motivation for making that final decision to cut the cord. I think it started with having a cup of tea. Green tea actually. I'd been having a bad stomach ache week and decided to switch my daily hot caffeinated beverage to something a little more gentle than my usual steaming cup of paint remover. I took an instant liking to the green tea, it's yummy little antioxidants fighting those pesky cancer causing agents, the funny little bag of herbs with the string and the stapled paper attached at the end. It was all very novel and one day, obviously when I wasn't getting enough oxygen to my brain, I decided to say 'fuck it' and make the temporary switch, to a permanent one. It's a decision that I do not regret, per se, but one that I most certainly still feel.
Over this past Christmas break I wasn't feeling too hot. I've had stomach issues for the past six years give or take, so feeling out of sorts with my belly isn't anything new. But this time, it was just, odd. Flu like symptoms one day, completely fine the next, on and off on and off, just like that for two weeks straight. I guess the worry had began in my mind prior to those two weeks, knowing that I'd better finally bite the bullet and get checked out, see what the fuck has been going on these past years, so those two weeks was just the all mighty back breaking straw. So, I went to a specialist. The end result (no pun intended) was an endoscopy and colonoscopy, simultaneously I might add, that took place only just last week. It was great fun and very exciting indeed. The doctor didn't find 'ah-ha' things, but she took some samples and ran some tests and just this past Friday I received the results of those tests.
Yeah, no, I'm not dying. Sorry to get your hopes up. Turns out it just a pesky inflammation of things, this and that, you know, stuff. The reason isn't too clear to either the doctor or myself so I have to go back for another visit (no poking this time) to discuss diet, and to, in all likelihood, see a food allergist. Now, that's only where we'll begin, who knows where the answer will lie, if an answer will be found at all. But it got me thinking to what in my diet could cause such severe irritation to my digestive system, and what in my diet, I might have to give up. Could it be wheat? The wonderful hearty grain that makes up some of my favorite foods such as pasta and bread. Or maybe it's Thai food, in which case I might just have to die a slow and painful death. My secret hope is that it's processed sugar. No more chocolate, no more candy, no more sweets for me sweet. I know, what am I, a fucking lunatic? But the truth of the matter is, I've been wanting to quit that anyways. ;)
It might be the lack of some good old solid venison tenderloin, smothered in mushrooms and onions that has upset you so. Please come home for some of your dads tastey deer meat and I will send you back a cured woman. Maybe a brewsky or two while you're here, I know Adam would enjoy it.
The love of a father.
Quitting smoking and quitting bumming cloves are two different quittings.
feelin fine wrote:
Bananas are most likely the answer to your stomach problems.
In India "musapep" dried plantain powder capsules relieve 80% of all acid related stomach problems. I use Gerber baby banana oatmeal
, a bowl every morning and of course real bananas, ripe. Really fixes everything. read jean carpers fodd that heal.
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