Fat of the Land

Coming Soon to a Medical Facility Near You

Medical Systems as Big Brother (H/T Future Pundit):


Imagine getting a call from your doctor if you let your gym membership lapse, make a habit of buying candy bars at the checkout counter, or begin shopping at plus-size clothing stores. For patients of Carolinas HealthCare System, which operates the largest group of medical centers in North and South Carolina, such a day could be sooner than they think. Carolinas HealthCare, which runs more than 900 care centers, including hospitals, nursing homes, doctors’ offices, and surgical centers, has begun plugging consumer data on 2 million people into algorithms designed to identify high-risk patients so that doctors can intervene before they get sick. The company purchases the data from brokers who cull public records, store loyalty program transactions, and credit card purchases.

Most people will immediately, in my experience, object to the government getting their hands on our personal data to use for their own purposes. But what about private industries like health care and insurance companies being able to readily purchase data about our spending habits and even individual purchases?


As a matter of fact, not only do I have a huge problem with the data being mined and marketed in the first place…I follow the Biblio Diet — a low carb, high fat, ketogenic diet — why in the world would I want anyone from the medical community calling me to scold me about what they would deem my excessive purchases of bacon, butter, and red meat? Doctor after doctor has warned me off fueling my body this way, as they watched my daily blood sugar readings plummet, followed quickly by my Hemoglobin A1C level. Watched me take myself off 15 medications because, by ignoring their advice and going where the science was, I didn’t “need” them anymore.

Aside from the government intruding on your life (which is, admittedly, even more egregious) with what is supposedly private and personal information , can you think of much that would be more insulting, angering, and just plain wrong that your doctor’s office calling you out of the blue to remind you to keep eating the high-carb diet they prescribed that got you fat and diabetic in the first place?

Me neither.

Carboholic Recovery: Step 2

Hi. I’m Michelle, and I’m a carboholic.

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I believe that a power greater than myself can restore me to sanity.

His name is God.

One of the foundational steps in beginning a relationship with God through Christ is admitting your own weakness. Yet years into my walk I have discovered that it was far from a one-shot deal. There had been no magic moment when I fully submitted myself to the fact that I needed God for everything — that I could do nothing without Him. So no surprise that, when it came to eating well and taking care of my body, I was still trying to power my way to better health in my own strength.

It wasn’t even close to working. As a matter of fact, it turned out to be a long, frustrating, and exhausting path to the unmanageable life discussed in Step 1.

Two spiritual strongholds in my life have recently come to a head, like straining dams simultaneously bursting forth and spilling out years worth of built-up sin. As tumultuous as this time has proven to be, what a relief from the insanity that has ruled my life for so long.

The first is the truth of my self-identity. You see, I had managed to build my image of myself on a pack of lies, and it was crippling me at every turn. Where I saw myself as strong, I was weak. Where I saw a fighter stood someone who gave up before the battle had even begun in earnest. Where I saw a person who was open and honest was instead a closed-off liar. You can’t build anything of value (most importantly a relationship with the creator of the universe) on anything but the truth.

Secondly, to my great shame, I had given myself over to rebellion against God. It had become my default response, a habit with legs. How could I possibly have the relationship with Him that I so desperately needed (and He so freely offers) while defiantly refusing to do His will? I had to start at the very beginning by acknowledging that I had spit in God’s face for years, repent, and now move forward by developing habits of submission and obedience.

I’m taking one day at a time. As Matthew wrote in 6:34: “So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (NAS)

And, I’m working daily to…

I believe that a power greater than myself can restore me to sanity.


Stuck In The Middle With You!

While on my daily rounds of Al Gore’s interwebz I came upon a piece with the curious title

Sorry, Food Babe, But Starbucks’ Pumpkin Spice Latte Does Not Have a ‘Toxic’ Dose of Sugar In It

Hmmmm…, it continues…

Look, it is a little problematic that the pumpkin spice latte doesn’t contain any actual pumpkin. I’ll even side with the Food Babe that a lot of this artificial stuff is bad. High fructose corn syrup is nasty stuff, in my opinion, and I avoid it as much as possible. By the way, it’s in pretty much everything.

But HFCS isn’t in that latte. It has 50 grams of sugar, which Hari describes as “toxic.” See the graphic above.

50 grams of sugar is a lot for one grande drink, but it’s a sweet drink. The grande is also a fairly big drink — about 16 ounces. So the grande pumpkin spice latte’s 50 grams tracks with the 39 grams of sweetener that’s in a 12-ounce can of Coke.

And 50 grams of sugar is nowhere near “toxic.” It’s about 3.5 tablespoons. Many, many people put nearly as much in a regular sized cup of coffee without thinking twice about it.

I suppose if someone did the Super Size Me thing and drank nothing but grande pumpkin spice latte drinks every day every time they got the urge, they wouldn’t feel very good. It would be bad for them. But no reasonable person is going to do that. So the sugar in the drink is not, in any way, “toxic.”

Now what he’s responding to is this infographic produced by the ‘Food Babe’…


Though they may seem like they are on opposite sides of the fence the thing they have in common is a fundamental misunderstanding of how the human body functions and how food impacts our bodies.

Brian Preston at PJMedia is trying to be reasonable, the only problem is that sugar is in fact toxic and whistling past the graveyard doesn’t make it any less so. No matter how much you may desire it. I think this quote from cancer researcher Dr. Lewis Cantley on sugar should suffice, “Sugar scares me.” (more)

While the ‘Food Babe’ gets a couple of things right almost accidentally while still being mostly crazy. Soy? Really ‘Food Babe?’ Really?

What’s a low carber to do?

The piece continues…

Healthy eating and living are good things. I’ve changed my own diet recently to get more nutrients and fewer processed items into my body. Nothing to do with the Food Babe or any fad, I just want to lose a few pounds and be healthier. Fewer meats, more fruits and vegetables, more grains, you probably have heard the drill by now. If you haven’t, look into it. Yes, quinoa can be made edible. So far, about a month in, the results are inconclusive. But I’m sticking with it, with only an occasional dabble into a sweet item like a seasonal latte. And my grill is standing out back neglected. I need to rectify that soon.

Yes, I’ve heard the drill Bryan, and it failed for me as well. Strangely when we started on a ketogenic diet the changes happened with astonishing rapidity. Within two years I was down two hundred pounds and had put crippling rhuematoid arthritis into remission while Michelle is down about a hundred pounds and her blood pressures and blood sugars are in the normal ranges via nothing but diet.

Which is not to say we fell we have all the answers. Now that we’ve lost the weight and in many ways improved our health we are wondering if we should make any changes at this point? Safe starches certainly seem to be a coming thing.

In one of Gary Taubes books he quotes someone as saying that these pernicious nutritional fallacies, such as the so-called Mediterranean Diet, will take decades to leave the public consciousness. Until then all we can do is keep paddling upstream and promoting the rather obvious virtues of bacon…


A Peek Inside The Mind….

The next time someone accuses you of being crazy for preferring the evidence of your eyes to so called studies…?

Leading British medical journal refuses to retract open letter on Gaza written by authors concerned that “Jews control the media, politics and banking”

The Lancet is a venerable and well-respected British medical journal. In August, it published an “open letter for the people of Gaza,” which harshly condemned Israel. Nothing terribly novel there, as both The Lancet and its rival, the British Medical Journal, have over the years published a series of tendentious attacks on Israel thinly disguised as reports on Palestinian health–judging from British medical journals, Palestinians’ health status is more important than everyone else in the world’s, combined.

What is new is that the Telegraph reports that two of the five authors of the open letter, Dr Swee Ang, an orthopedic surgeon, and Dr Manduca, a professor of genetics at the University of Genoa in Italy, sent emails to their contacts endorsing a raving anti-Semitic video from David Duke entitled “CNN, Goldman Sachs & the Zio Matrix.” Dr Ang wrote: “This is a shocking video please watch. This is not about Palestine – it is about all of us!” Dr. Manduca, meanwhile, also “forwarded a message alleging that the Boston marathon bombings were in fact carried out by Jews.”

When contacted by the Telegraph, Dr. Ang said: “I didn’t know who David Duke was, or that he was connected to the Ku Klux Klan. I am concerned that if there is any truth in the video, that Jews control the media, politics and banking, what on earth is going on? I was worried.” (snip)

Is The Lancet the least bit embarrassed to have published the letter? Nope. “It’s utterly irrelevant. It’s a smear campaign,” the editor of the Lancet, Dr Richard Horton, told the Daily Telegraph. “I don’t honestly see what all this has to do with the Gaza letter. I have no plans to retract the letter, and I would not retract the letter even if it was found to be substantiated.”

I said a little while ago that the science problem, at it’s core, is a people problem. When crazy people gain control of the system why would expect anything but crazy as the expected outcome?

Would you care to put these people in charge of your diet?


Carboholic Recovery: Step 1

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.


Sheer Hubris: Mad Scientist Edition!


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?