Life is one of those weird ass things that shows no mercy in one minute and in the next feeds you cotton candy moments so sweet you think how the hell did I end up here?
There is no rhyme or reason underneath all of this hustle and bustle, coming and going, breathing in or out.
Or is there?
Some days I don’t know what to think.
"Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile…nothin’ left to do but smile, smile, smile…"
A classic line from a classic Grateful Dead song.
Just got a health diagnosis that requires some tests and I’m scared, but I just have to keep my chin up, head high and stay positive.
What else is there to do? It’s probably fine. But that’s what you get when you poke around inside the body and keep an eye on your functions, organs, and the million other moving parts under your skin.
So I can either wake up this morning and be mad, scared, frustrated, terrified…or I can just keep going, wait for the results and adjust accordingly.
The older I get the more I believe in the power of diet and foods as a number one cause and remedy for a shitton of issues in the body. And a number one cause for keeping the body healthy.
Yeah, yeah, mind over matter, positive thinking, blah blah blah…of course. Why would you think negative if you could stay positive and “smile, smile, smile…”
But sometimes the food I eat makes it tough to be positive since I’m in such a downright shitty mood after eating food. Some food. Not all food. Just those foods I’ve learned over many years make me feel shitty, and are probably not doing my body any good.
So my first step in getting a handle on whatever random bullshit is in my body, is to check my diet. Get rid of gluten, sugar, dairy and processed foods. No more.
I’ve had my fill of fast food drive-thru processed commercial industrial non-food garbage. A lot of fast food over the years. Just being a musician and playing around town until 2 a.m., having a few beers and craving some grease and chicken nuggets, fries and whatnot...I’ve had a fill of it.
So for the past few years, I don’t think I’ve had more than 5 fast food meals.
That’s a number one cause of a lot of shit in people’s bodies. I can just feel it. And you just have to read those nutrition facts on the little posters they place in the fast food joints to realize this shit ain’t worth eatin’.
So yes, fast food is out. I have no idea what kind of chicken meat those cheap ass chicken sandwiches are made with. And the grease they fry those fries in has to be a lower quality than probably my motor oil for my car. (I’m not an expert. This is not proven, qualitative fact, this is just a rant from a fool with 10 fingers and a laptop….)
But whenever I eat fast food now, the few times that I have, I feel as though there is so little substance in the meal, that my body is probably racking up resentment points somewhere on the meter deep inside my gut.
It’s saying, “Ok, fool…keep throwin’ this shit down your food tube and get ready for the bill…and I don’t mean the cheap ass price you paid for this cheap ass, non-food…”
I believe our bodies were meant for good, wholesome foods.
I certainly feel better when I eat fruits, vegetables, good clean meats, less meat, no meat, lots of salads, tons of fresh, clean water, nuts, seeds, beans…
No more cookies, cakes, pasta…
Oh hell, enough of this rant.
The moral of this story is to stay healthy. It’s all we got. We don’t want to be in pain. So what can we do to stave off the illness, old age, body bullshit that sometimes comes round the bend and catches us off guard?
I don’t want a shitty test result. I don’t want to find out it’s something more serious going on in my body.
I’m sure you don’t want that either.
Stay positive. Smile. Laugh. Meditate. Eat real food. Real good food.
Lots of it.
We were not born nor designed for chopped up pink slime chicken nuggets fried in leftover motor oil and doused in salt and sugar.
That’s for damn sure.
And remember, I’m no doctor. I’m no nutritionist. I have no conclusive evidence that all fast food is made with chopped up pink slime chicken bullshit. I’m just a fool with 10 fingers and a laptop.
And a lot of opinions…