Hi. I’m Michelle, and I’m a carboholic.
I admit that I am powerless over carbohydrates; that my life had become unmanageable.
I guess I have to go way back into my childhood to discover the roots of my carbohydratism — as far back as I can remember. I’ve always loved sweets; I got that honestly from my dad, who kept chocolate bars in the glove compartment and frequently raided the caches of candy my mom would buy on sale and stash around the house for an occasional indulgence.
I could have only been five or so when I started propping my favorite doll up at the breakfast table next to me and insisted that “Sally” get her own bowl of Peanut Butter Captain Crunch. I ate both, of course. If such a vote had been taken, I’d have been voted most likely to be the first to raid the Easter basket or Halloween jack-o-lantern. When seconds were available at dinner, I made a beeline for the potatoes, stuffing and rolls.
By the time the transition to junior high school rolled around I was wearing “husky” jeans from the kids’ clothing department at Sears. Jordache was right out. I had already made multiple forays into the yo-yo world of dieting. The family went out or ordered in pizza most every Friday night; I was known for eating everyone else’s unfinished crusts. I eagerly embraced the TV=snacktime mentality that was sweeping America — chips, popcorn, pretzels, crackers — I wasn’t fussy.
Then came high school. My dad got assigned to a military base in England, opening new avenues for carb consumption. New candy varieties to explore, including the confectioner’s shop with barrel after barrel of sweets-by-the-pound to sample. Weekly visits to the village bakery on the way home from Saturday shopping — two loaves of crusty bread for the price of one at the end of the day. Needless to say, we always came home with two loaves rather than having spent half as much.
Moving into adulthood, my eating habits were well set. Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday because potatoes, stuffing, AND sweet potatoes. My grandmother’s house was my favorite road trip because, well, everything. And I never met a dessert to which my response was not (again, courtesy of Dad) MORE!
I abused my body so badly and for more than two decades. Oh, I made stabs at “getting healthy”…trying to eat better; I had no idea at the time, but each and every attempt was a futile one because the information and advice proscribed by the medical and & health industries, approved by the government, and disseminated by the media is flat-out wrong and does more harm than good.
I was obese. I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes at age 27. I had a partial hysterectomy (no kids) at age 37 due to a pre-cancerous condition. I’ve had various illness over the years — some the doctors attempted to treat, but at least as many that they couldn’t even identify, let alone treat.
Finally, at age 46, a two-week stay in the hospital (plus three months of continual specialist visits) left me — you guessed — still sick and undiagnosed. Then I received a gift from God: my husband and I watched a documentary called Fathead and read a book called Why We Get Fat. We jumped on the low-carb, high-fat bandwagon and experienced immediate results.
He lost scads of weight and put crippling arthritis in remission. I lost a sizeable chunk of weight, got my blood sugar under control with diet alone, and got off 15 medications that had come home with me from the hospital.
That was over 1 1/2 years ago. So what’s my problem, and why am I writing this article now? Because, as a Christian, nothing of value comes without spiritual reflection, honesty, confession and repentance.
I went as far as I could in my own strength, but the truth is that I just couldn’t do it — and keep doing it — without God. Even with the successes I experienced, I kept turning back and adding carbs back into my diet. And it wasn’t a general increase, out in the open…I hid it from everyone around me. It was sneaking a Subway sandwich here, a candy bar there. It was waiting until my husband went to work to go to the grocery store and get something I was too ashamed to eat in front of him because he’d see my failure — or, worse in my mind, he might try to stop me from feeding the addiction.
1 Corinthians 6:12 says that “…All things are lawful for me, but I will not be mastered by anything.” And that is the purpose of this first post where I openly confess and begin to deal with with the spiritual aspects of a lifetime of carbohydrate addiction. I am suffering the consequences of my sin — not whether or not I ate a crusty roll or a peanut butter bar, but allowing myself to be mastered by the addiction.
I have spent years giving myself over to this addiction to carbs, giving it a higher place in my heart than God. I ignored God in order to protect the addiction; it was my idol.
I admit that I am powerless over carbohydrates; that my life had become unmanageable.
(COME BACK NEXT WEEK FOR CARBOHOLIC RECOVERY: STEP 2)
Isn’t this pretty much the set-up of most horror movies…
That’s why researchers at the U.S. Department of Agriculture have shifted their focus. Instead of treating people who suffer from nut allergies, they’re trying to treat the nut. That means “disrupting [the] structure” of nut proteins, says Christopher Mattison, a molecular biologist at the USDA’s Agricultural Research Service.
Please allow me a couple of painfully obvious statements: The human body is a remarkably complex machine; there’s an awful lot we don’t know about how it functions; we should perhaps not monkey around with food until we have a better understanding of nutrition; and finally — what if a lot of our modern allergies are being caused or aggravated by the SAD diet?
Taking a page from long-standing Christian tradition — particularly Catholic tradition — taxpayer-funded public schools across the United States are now denying children the option of eating meat for lunch one day each week.
For Catholics, and for different reasons, that day has been Friday for centuries. For American school children, the trendy new day of forswearing carnivorous deliciousness is Monday.
“Meatless Monday” bills itself as an international campaign “launched in association with the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health.” It was founded by Sid Lerner, a longtime Madison Avenue advertising executive.
The goal is to convince people to choose to give up meat one day each week because, as the Meatless Monday website explains, it’s “fantastic for the planet.” (snip)
Linda Carrozzi, the school district food director in San Francisco, lauded the new meal regime.
“Our school lunches really do embrace healthier lifestyle changes,” she told the Chronicle.
“We tell them a little about the Humane Society and animals,” Carrozzi added. “I like how they talk about compassionate eating. I think the kids are very curious about that.”
Kristie Middleton, food policy manager for the Humane Society of the United States, defended Meatless Mondays because, she said, it could prevent the slaughter of some farm animals.
“By going meat free just one day a week we can prevent some of this animal suffering,” Middleton told the Chronicle.
Being a Christian I have no problem with religion per se, however I do have a problem with folks indoctrinating kids with their religious views then acting all wide eyed and innocent when called on their less than ethical behavior.
If folks want to deny themselves the food they’re designed to eat, like an idiot, I will respect their incredibly stupid decision. But when you foist your idiot, health damaging beliefs on children? Well, not so good.
Talk about yer win-win!
Funny how the right answer is often both simple and tasty!
I was going to mock ‘climate change’ and vegans further, but, do I really need to?
It never ceases to amaze how far afield our medical cartel is willing to go to avoid ever, remotely, accidentally coming up with the right answer…
“Inflammatory bowel diseases afflict 1.4 million Americans, typically starting in the teenage years and lasting a lifetime. But treatments for these chronic conditions are being transformed, spurred by the decoding of the human genome and a growing understanding of the balance of microbes in the gut and why it goes awry in some people.”
But here’s our question: what if Dr. William Davis and his ilk are right? That all you have to do, at least in some cases, is eliminate wheat and highly processed carbs? Wouldn’t that be simpler and easier than decoding the human genome and building a starship to fly among the stars to steal alien technology?
Exit question does asking these questions make me a luddite, a racist, or merely a horrible person who must be stopped at all costs?
While poking about on Al Gore’s interwebs I came across an interesting factoid over at Hyperlipid. It is something I’ve noticed before. I want you to guess what this list of ingredients is supposed to constitute…
Were you able to tease it out? No? What if I told you this was Purina’s animal Atkins formula?
I am constantly and consistently amazed at the notion that food quality is of no consequence to health, As though I could just as well eat my house so long as it were low carb with no health consequences.
Which begs the question: what are they afraid of that they are lying this outrageously?
I crap you negative, this really is how they see us drooling inbred ‘Muricabillies’…“
They need to actually know what healthy eating is,” she said, adding that “some people don’t know how to fix fresh vegetables, or haven’t used them before.” She added that some people didn’t even know how to serve fresh fruit – citing as an example the difficulty of cutting a fresh pineapple or a pomegranate. Burwell made her remarks during a speech at Georgetown University about Obamacare and the importance of healthy living. Burwell added that “culture and behavior change” were also an important part of changing American’s eating habits. “Did everybody get up this morning and exercise?” she asked the students. “And did everyone eat a serving of fruits and a low fat yogurt?” she asked. After she suggested that most of the students in the room probably did, one student admitted that he did not actually eat fruit or exercise that morning. “I hope everyone had breakfast at least,” she replied.
I just…wow! Funny how the exact same peeps that got us into this mess somehow, always, think they can ‘smart’ us out of it, right?
Printed meats!! Synthetic burgers! Clone your animals for extra convenience! What’s not to love?
Ahem, well permit me to ask an obvious question which I will borrow from Rizzi’s honor: if food technology is so bleeping good why are people so bleeping sick? And getting fatter and sicker every day?
We seem to be stuck in this bizarre arms race where our food producers keep moving us further and further away from real food, which is making us sick, and when we have the temerity to ask if this is a good idea we are met with scorn and derision…(NSFW — language warning!)
Full disclosure: I love these guys. But we’re still left this the awkward and uncomfortable question: if these technological food advances are super awesome and going to save us and make us all healthy, then why are people fatter and sicker than ever before?
Image from here.