CONSCIOUS COMBINING EXPLAINED: THE LOW-CAL EXPOSE – THE BALANCED MEAL

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Frankly, the balanced meal is a sham. If you understand nothing else, appreciate this. Know that the carb portion of that infamous balanced meal is getting stuck in your stomach, that it is not being digested properly because the protein digestion takes precedence. Take meat and potatoes. The potatoes get locked in your stomach and ferment. What are fermented potatoes? Vodka. Why do you think so many people fall asleep after such a meal? Another giveaway? Passing gas, which means the food is fermenting.The only part of a balanced meal that provides any nutritional value is the protein. Everything else is nullified.It’s the proper balance of carbs, fats, and proteins in our diets that is going to keep us slim, healthy, and energetic. But think about it. Now that you understand the physical laws, isn’t the idea of eating them all together as ridiculous as wearing two pairs of shoes at the same time? If the traditional “balanced” meal worked, do you think more than seventy million Americans would be fat?The enzymatic laws that govern the human body are the same for everyone. Each individual’s capacity to stretch these laws is different. In creating your diet based on my methodology we are going to see just how much you can get away with.*55\251\8*

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HIV INFECTION AND ITS EFFECTS ON THE EMOTIONS: GUILT AND SELF-WORTH-WHAT PEOPLE FEEL GUILTY ABOUT

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One of the many peculiarities of HIV is the amount of guilt it seems to inspire. People feel guilty for having become infected. They feel they are somehow to blame for having gotten the virus, that they brought it on themselves. “I feel a little guilt,” said Steven. “I should have known to practice safer sex, even though at the time I got infected, no one even knew the virus was around. I know how stupid that sounds, but I feel guilty anyway.” They feel guilty about bringing HIV infection into the lives of other people: about putting their partners or spouses at risk, about having those closest to them go through the trauma of caregiving, about telling their children they have HIV infection, about distressing their parents, their families, and their friends.     Many people also feel guilt about the behavior that put them at risk in the first place. The behaviors that exposed most people to the virus—gay lovemaking and intravenous drug use—are behaviors of which society often disapproves. For many people, social disapproval is distressing, and they feel isolated and punished. Sometimes they unconsciously take social disapproval on themselves as guilt. “A lot of us took society’s view,” said Dean, “and felt guilty about being gay.” The same is generally true for IV drug users: “I was real upset with myself,” said Helen. “This disease makes me feel like I’ve been a dirty person, and I’m not. I’m a clean person.”     Even those whose exposure to the virus came through conditions society does not disapprove of—blood transfusions, hemophilia—still feel guilty. They feel they are to blame for involving their families in a disease that is socially isolating, and for putting their spouses at risk. Lisa said her husband had been afraid their daughters would say, “What did you do to our family?”     Even caregivers feel guilt. Steven’s mother feels that if she had been a better mother, Steven would not have been gay and come in contact with the virus. June feels guilty that she will probably survive her son.
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PORTRAIT OF A CARBOHYDRATE ADDICT: ELLEN’S STORY

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We sensed immediately that Ellen was a very giving person. Forty-two years old. she was a homemaker, happily married and the mother of two teenage daughters.“I think most girls are dissatisfied with their weight,” she told us, “and I was no different. But when 1 look back at my pictures 1 was absolutely normal. I was twenty-five when I got married and I wore a size: eight. Hut I’m twice that size now.” She looked older than her years, too, with her soft brown hair going gray.”Right after I got married. I got pregnant with my first girl. 1 ended up twenty pounds heavier. With my second daughter. I gained another twenty, and somewhere along the way 1 picked up a few more.’”[ need to lose at least forty pounds, maybe even fifty,” she concluded.She knew about Carbohydrate Addict’s Center because a friend had consulted us. She’d even looked over her friend’s Carbohydrate Addict’s Test and determined that she? would test even higher than her friend had.”Last week. 1 really saw how bad things had gotten. I baked a square chocolate cake for Susan, my fourteen-year-old, because she was having friends over for a slumber party. 1 was finished baking by around one o’clock in the afternoon and the cake was cooling before I put. on my famous butter-cream frosting.” Ellen s manner was reserved, her voice- soft.”Each time I walked past the cake, I would smooth an end of it. picking up some crumbs to even it out. Then I would stick a knife into the frosting and smooth it out and lick it oft”. By the time I actually got around to putting on the frosting, the cake was about a quarter”Them I cut the cake in half in order to put one square layer on top of the other, but the shape looked strange. You know, too small to be a normal cake and too large for a small cake. I continued to pick and snack at the cake in order to make it look right, then I put it into the refrigerator.”Then I went into the bedroom and fell into a heavy sleep. I got up just as the; girls were getting home from school.” Ellen was very sheepish by the time- she reached this part of her story.”They went to the refrigerator and found this ridiculous little cake-that looked really strange. They wanted to know what had happened to the rest of the cake. Then—and here’s what really got to me—I lied. I said that my sister had come ewer—they know how she can eat—and that she ate up quite a bit of the cake. Hut the girls looked at me like they knew something was wrong.”Ellen finally went to the store to buy a cake for her daughter’s party. “I felt like a drug addict or alcoholic, covering up my addiction from my family. And I felt so frightened of them seeing through my story. Here I was of may own kids. It’s a really lousy way to feel.“That’s when I called you. I thought that you might be able to do something for me.”*23\236\2*

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