Category: Earlier Blogs
It was a busy weekend. My daughter had a friend over to spend the night, and I stayed up late with the girls watching a chick flick. My husband and I are shopping for a car. There was lots of fall yard work to do.
In spite of the busy-ness, I stayed with the BTD all weekend. But I didn't really cook. I just tossed stuff together. Because our family is mixed - and because my daughter does not like casseroles or stews - I cook mainly single ingredient foods. When I'm in a hurry, I put meat and vegetables in a bowl and toss them with olive oil.
As I was thinking about blogging this morning, I felt sorry for my Type O readers. The only recipes I ever post are for Type A breakfasts (I have another good one for tomorrow) and neutral breads. Then I read an e-mail from Hilda. She eats almost exactly the same way I do. Here are some of her ideas.
Breakfast is my favorite meal. I sautÃ© any left over veggies in gee and then pour 2 scrambled eggs over that and put the lid on and flip it over when the top is set. I use left over sweet potatoes cut into small pieces, chopped cooked kale, chopped cooked broccoli, spinach, and grated zucchini.
I scramble hamburger adding anything to that I like and put it on a bed of romaine over which I have poured some olive oil garlic powder and sea salt.
I like to scramble hamburger and add canned black beans, rice, tomato, etc. I also like to add sautÃ©ed zucchini, tomato, and onion to cooked scrambled hamburger and then pour that over spinach spaghetti or brown rice pasta. As you can tell I eat a lot of hamburger.
Thank you Hilda for some great ideas. I have never tried sweet potatoes and eggs, but I will!
My most adventurous meal for the weekend was Sunday night - I tossed turnip greens, black beans, green beans, canned salmon, and sliced turkey in a bowl. I added olive oil and a spicy New Orleans salt. It's not a recipe - but it is a good Type O way to eat.
I am not a connoisseur of cole slaw. But I do know that there are several varieties - creamy and crisp, tart and sweet. My husband always liked the tart vinegary cole slaw. I preferred the creamy sweet.
I took coleslaw out of our menus when we started the Blood Type Diet. Cabbage and vinegar are both Type A avoids. Cabbage is neutral for Os, so I could have fixed it for myself. But my husband is the one who really loved cole slaw, and I thought to make it and not let him have any would be unfair.
Then Paul (aka taswolf) wrote about grating kohlrabi and tossing it with olive oil and lemon juice. The whole family liked it. And it looked and tasted enough like cole slaw that we started calling it Kohl slaw.
Since my husband liked the tart vinegary cole slaw, he was happy with the tart lemony Kohl slaw. I began experimenting to find a creamy sweet variety.
I've tried lots of combinations. The one I like best sounds very weird, but tastes delicious. It is also 100% Type O beneficial.
I grate Kohlrabi and drizzle on the olive oil. Then I add a generous spoon of fig preserves. Both my health food store and my grocery store carry an all fruit/no sugar variety. I stir the three together and chill them in the refrigerator for a few minutes.
It is creamy, and sweet, and somehow the flavors go well together. I had some for lunch today, and my only regret is that there are no leftovers for tomorrow.
Sometimes I am encouraged that Blood Type Diet principles are gaining ground. There seem to be more articles promoting the idea of finding the right diet for yourself than there used to be. The low fat fad followed so quickly by the low carb fad seems to have people questioning why the evidence about diet can be so contradictory. Sometimes I talk to people about the BTD and the light goes on in their eyes, and I think they are so close to understanding.
Then there are days like today when I realize that the complexities of the Blood Type Diet may keep it from ever gaining widespread acceptance.
I was in the office and a friend offered me a piece of pumpkin bread. I said no thank you, but I could see that I had hurt her feelings. So I added, "I don't eat wheat." She said, "This isn't wheat, it's pumpkin." I tried hard not to laugh and said, "Well, it's pumpkin bread, and the bread part is wheat." She looked surprised and said, "I never thought of that, I just thought it was pumpkin."
Now this was not a ditzy high school student - this was a middle-aged mother. Not only that, her profession involves food service.
Part of me is still chuckling at the memory of the conversation. But part of me sees the daunting task of explaining a complex diet in a simplistic, fast food world.
Very rarely is the right way to do things the easy or simple way. To get the best education students choose honors or advanced classes over regular classes. To win athletes push their bodies to the limits in long hours of practice. To earn financial rewards people throw themselves into their careers rather than showing up to do a minimum wage job. Even of salvation, Jesus said, "wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it." Matthew 7:13-14
The Blood Type Diet is not easy. Not everyone will have the gumption to follow it. But the reward of ever improving health is there for those who do.
When I started the Blood Type Diet in June of 2003 lots of good things happened. My GERD went away. I lost weight. I had more energy. I could make a long list. However there was one negative effect that developed over time - my fingernails.
I developed vertical ridges on my nails, and sometimes the nails would break or split along those ridges. My nails took on a chalky texture. I could scrape little white particles off of them. I started having lots of hangnails. I remember having hangnails as a child, but they had disappeared during my health nut years. Now they returned. It was almost like the ridges at the edges of my nails would break off to become hangnails.
Not only did my nails look bad, but I had a nagging doubt that if my nails that I could see were flaking, were my bones that I could not see weakening.
After a visit last summer with my mother-in-law, and seeing the pain and disability osteoporosis is causing her, I increased my calcium supplements. I also added silica supplements. I take calcium citrate 1000 - 1400 mg per day. For silica I've taken both horsetail capsules and Cellfood brand silica drops.
On Wednesday I was busy typing and noticed that one of my nails was so long that it was interfering with the keyboard. I was absorbed in what I was writing, so instead of getting a pair of clippers, I thought I would break the nail off and file it later. I could not break it!
I stopped typing and inspected my nails. The chalky look is entirely gone. The ridges are almost entirely gone from my fingers. There are still ridges on my thumbs, but they are much less noticeable than they were. And my nails are very, very strong.
I'm drawing this conclusion. Since almost all dairy is avoid, Type Os must supplement with calcium. I eat lots of greens and lots of almonds, both natural sources of calcium. It is not enough. I suppose my Type O ancestors got their calcium by gnawing on bones around a campfire. That is not a workable option for me. But I am more serious than ever about calcium supplements.
I ran this morning for the first time since my unexpected hospital stay. I ran a little more than a mile at a slow jog. As I neared the end, I passed two older men with enormous dogs who had stopped to visit beside the trail. One of them called out "Pick up the Pace." I smiled. He said, "Or is this the pace?" I called over my left shoulder, "This is the post-illness pace. I'll be back on pace in two weeks."
This has been a difficult two months for exercise. I injured my shoulder in mid-August which didn't keep me from exercising, but did limit the variety of exercise. Three weeks later I blogged that my shoulder was healed and I was rebuilding my muscle strength.
I knew the colonoscopy was on the calendar, but I was thinking two, maybe three, days without exercise. I never dreamed that it would mean nearly two weeks without any exercise and three weeks before I could resume strenuous exercise.
But God has designed our bodies to heal themselves if they have the right material. My digestive system is back to normal. I finished the last of the antibiotics last week, and immediately started taking probiotics. I wish I had some Type O probiotics, but I don't. I took the information from the books about which beneficial bacteria are most helpful to Type Os to the store, and bought the closest that I could find.
Now to start (again) to rebuild my muscles. I know I can do it. Remembering how good I felt at the end of this morning's run is my best motivation. The next time I pass those men and their dogs, I'll be kicking up my heels.
I'm always behind on reading magazines. I just finished a summer Reader's Digest that had an article called "19 Diet Tips." It was mostly about lifestyle strategies to help people eat less. (i.e. start your meal with soup and you will eat less during the meal). However there were two points that drove home Blood Type Diet truths.
"Think quality, not quantity"
The article said, "The French snub processed diet foods not found in nature, opting instead for high quality meats, fish, produce, dairy, even desserts. When food is fresh and flavorful, you can be satisfied with smaller portions. This is the opposite of the American approach, which is to fill up on bland diet foods, then gorge on sweets later."
My daughter laughs at her friends who have a diet soda and a bag of chips for lunch and think they are cutting back. I am horrified when I look at faddish low carb foods that are way overpriced and filled with artificial ingredients. Once our son caught a ride back to college with a girl whose mother loaded a case of a popular weight loss liquid meal in her car.
One of the things I love about the Blood Type Diet is that it is built around normal fresh food: meats and fish, fruits and vegetables, whole grains. Good food simply prepared without additives is satisfying in a multitude of ways.
"Go for color"
The article said, "Not only does color make food more attractive, but consciously seeking out colorful foods is a great way to bulk up your meals without a lot of calories. A Cornell University study of 6,500 adults in rural China found that while the Chinese ate about 30 % more than the average American male, they weighed about 25 % less, largely because they ate a lot of plant based foods. The Japanese aim for five colors at each meal: red, blue-green, yellow, white and black, including things like red peppers, squash, broccoli, onions, black beans or black olives."
For every one of the blood types the largest portions per day are in vegetables. I eat a lot of food - sometimes I'm embarrassed by how high I pile my plate. But almost all of it is vegetable, fruit, and meat. I am satisfied at the end of a meal and my weight is stable. The vegetables are not only filling, but they give me enough variety to keep me from becoming bored with my diet.
I aim for 10 fruits or vegetables a day. I try for at least 2 green, two orange and 1 white vegetables. The Japanese goal of 5 colors at every meal is setting the bar even higher.
My husband easily gets bored with food because he does not have either a good sense of taste or smell. He will try a new food and like it. Then after a couple of months he will be tired of it and never want to eat it again. It is a challenge to keep his diet rotating enough that he doesn't reject Type A beneficial foods.
This morning I wanted to fix something new for breakfast. I grabbed "Recipes for a Small Planet" because it has lots of high protein recipes that are usually beneficial for Type As. I found a peanut butter waffle recipe and made a few BTD adjustments.
The reaction was above and beyond my expectations. My daughter said, "These are really good." Then she said, "Can you pack two in my lunch box for an after school snack?" Hmmm. Cold waffles for an after school snack. They really must have been good. Then my husband came into the kitchen with his empty plate asking if there were any more.
Here is my adapted version.:
1 cup rye flour
Â¼ cup soy powder
Â½ tsp salt
2 tsp baking powder
1/3 cup honey
Â½ cup peanut butter
1 Â¼ cup soy milk.
Combine the dry ingredients. Combine the wet ingredients and stir until thoroughly mixed. Pour the wet mixture into the dry and stir enough to moisten. Cook according to your waffle iron instructions.
I didn't eat them because of the peanuts - but this recipe is a Type A keeper.
Last weekend was Family Weekend at Texas Tech University. The three of us went to see our son, and had a wonderful time. We got to meet his friends, see a good football game, and eat lots of Type O food.
My son shares a four-bedroom apartment with three other guys. My son says they all like meat, so that is mostly what they cook. One is Type B, but I don't know the blood types of the other two. I'm sure he eats more grain than a Type O should. But he knows the basics of the Blood Type Diet, and I think as he moves into adulthood he will follow more closely.
The club he is member of had a tailgate party before the football game. He had warned us that there might only be hotdogs. However it turned out to be a real feast. There were hotdogs, but there were also chicken wings and some of the best fajitas I have ever eaten.
After the game the four roommates had a reservation at a local Mexican restaurant. There were six college students plus parents and siblings. We were a large and loud group. I really liked the parents of his friends. I ordered a fajita salad without sour cream or cheese. It was served on a bed of dark greens (not iceberg lettuce). They were generous with the steak and the grilled onions.
I had packed canned meat and small cans of vegetables for the trip there and back. I didn't want to have to search for healthy food on the road. My meals were spinach and salmon; chicken and asparagus; and sardines and carrots. All were coated generously with olive oil.
It was hard to say goodbye, but he will be coming home for Thanksgiving, and we are so pleased with both his academic work and his social choices.
Two days of exercise and I feel so much better.
Thursday I walked a mile and a half with my husband. A little norther had blown through during the day. It wasn't strong enough to change the daytime temperature very much, but it made the evening quite pleasant. It was disappointing to be tired after walking such a short distance; but I will get stronger.
Friday I did a lot of stretching and isometric exercises. My abdomen is still tender, so I didn't do very well with sit ups, but the other exercises went well. Today I will walk again.
I wrote a blog a few months ago about how exercise was statistically almost as good as prescription medication for alleviating depression. I don't know if was primarily the antibiotics of the lack of exercise, but I have been snappy and impatient. I know I'm not myself when I use a sharp tone with my students.
After two days of moderate exercise, I feel more like myself. I'm eager to get back to Type O strenuous exercise, but I know I will be wiser if I phase it in as my strength increases.
My husband and daughter have been very patient for the past week. I could not eat, so I did not cook. Part of the reason was psychological - I had no interest in planning meals when I couldn't enjoy them. Part of the reason was physical - I didn't have the energy to be on my feet in the kitchen.
My family didn't starve. They ate out some. I fixed soup, salad, and other simple meals. Both my As like raw vegetables. Chopping carrots, cucumbers, celery, and broccoli sticks was easy for me and healthy for them. My daughter helped out a lot.
Breakfast, especially, became pretty boring and routine. One night I had a burst of energy and made peach muffins. My daughter walked through the kitchen, smelled them baking and said, "You made me muffins!" There was no mistaking the joy in her voice.
I stumbled across one meal preparation shortcut that will become part of my repertoire.
Yesterday I dramatically increased the complexity and variety of foods I was eating. I bought a salmon filet for dinner. I had a meeting that would keep me away from home right as I should have been cooking. I left the vegetables for my daughter to prepare. I put the salmon in a glass baking dish with a lid and left it in the oven on a timer.
The best salmon is when I smoke it in the back yard. This was a close second. Being covered, the salmon didn't seem to dry out the way it often does when I just bake it in the oven. It was very moist and tender. I didn't use any seasoning at all, yet it was very flavorful.
Last winter there was a thread on the Forum about what to eat if you had an intestinal virus. I didn't participate, because since I had been on the Blood Type Diet I hadn't had any problems with unhappy intestines. Now I suddenly I have quite a bit of experience, so I feel qualified to write about the issue.
I came home from with from the hospital with two problems. First my intestines were completely out of whack. How shall I say this delicately? If anything went in one end, within 30 minutes an equal amount came gushing out the other.
Second I was on two antibiotics. Both of them had the potential side effect of upsetting my stomach. (No, that is not a joke) I was told to take one with lots of water and the other one with lots of crackers. I wasn't happy about the antibiotics, but remember, something inside of me had snipped that shouldn't have been snipped. For two weeks I am at risk for infection or ulceration at the site.
I thought a lot about what to eat. I remembered that when my children were little the recommended diet for upset stomachs was the BRAT diet - bananas, rice, applesauce and toast. It is a binding diet. If you're not familiar with that term, it was best explained in an article I once read about apples. Apples promote intestinal balance. If you are constipated apples will get things moving. If you have diarrhea, apples will slow things down. All of the foods on the BRAT diet are easy to digest and binding.
Toast was out. Manna bread would have been ok, but I didn't have any. Ezekiel bread was to coarse for a digestive system as damaged as mine. Bananas I had on hand, as well as apples and rice crackers.
The first order of business was to take the antibiotic that called for crackers. I remembered reading on this website that the butyrate in ghee was good for intestinal health. I put ghee on two rice crackers. The ghee tasted and felt wonderful.
The article about apples that I mentioned earlier, had said that instead of eating commercial applesauce to make your own raw applesauce. You peel and grate a raw apple, then leave it exposed to air until it turns an unappetizing brown. Then eat it. I had tried this successfully several times before the BTD for intestinal viruses. I hoped it would work as well this time, and it did.
I had read an article that said very soft cooked carrots were also binding. They were delicious with ghee.
By Saturday it was obvious that the binding foods were working, but I was eating a lot of fruit and grain. I needed to get some protein. I had cans of chicken and beef broth as well as a chicken and rice soup that contained no MSG. They were good, but seemed very salty. I wished I had saved some left over broth in zip bags in the freezer.
Still searching for protein, I mixed egg white powder with cherry and pineapple juice. The first time I did this I made it in a container with a straw like spout. I found myself drinking as greedily as a hungry baby. The next stage was scrambled eggs. Yum
Sunday I was continuing to improve. I desperately wanted meat, but every instinct warned me it was too heavy and too hard to digest. I thought of baby food, and went to the store. I bought pure vegetables - sweet potatoes, peas, and squash. I read the label on the meat and my face fell - cornstarch. It was a minor ingredient, just an additive to make the meat look tasty. I weighed the pros and cons, and bought baby beef, veal and lamb. The first bite gave me strength.
If a family member were ill, I could make my own baby food - cooking the foods soft, running them through the food processor, and straining them. But I was still low on energy. Standing to cook was an oppressive thought.
Today I am ready to move away from the baby food. Canned salmon with olive oil is on my lunch menu, and I am looking forward to it.
So - here is the list of foods that have restored my digestive tract and my strength.
apples pealed and grated
carrots cooked very soft
cherry and pineapple juice
egg protein powder
chicken and beef broth
rice in broth
baby food meat
baby food vegetables
A couple of administrative notes first: I had said one more day on the events of last week, but I'm going to make it two. If you missed my last two blogs, then today's won't make any sense; first scroll down and read "Terrible Four Days" and "Doctor's orders and hospital food". Finally, I have read my mail from last week, but haven't answered any of it. I will respond soon, but in the meantime, thank you for your encouragement.
I have been open on this website about the fact that I am a Christian. Someone out there is bound to be thinking, "If God is so good and so powerful, why didn't he protect Suzanne from the pain and misery?" I did not ask that question. The Bible is very clear that God is not some cosmic sugar daddy who we can cajole into giving us what we want. God is the creator of the universe, who in spite of the rebelliousness and selfishness of mankind, loved us enough to provide a way for salvation.
I was surprised however to suddenly realize on Saturday that I hadn't prayed the whole time I was in the hospital.
I prayed the day I got the initial bad test result. The answer I got was a strong sense inside that I had to proceed with the colonoscopy, that it might not be easy, but that there was a purpose for it. The morning of my appointment with the specialist, I was reviewing scripture verses I had memorized. Each one seemed to speak a word of comfort (Bless the Lordâ€¦who heals all your diseases; All things work together for good to those who love God; Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows).
But aside from breathing an exhausted "Thank you, Jesus" when the tortuous diagnostic test was over, I don't remember praying in the hospital. I asked my husband to bring me my Bible Study book and a novel. (I wish I had also asked for a toothbrush!). As I read, certain scriptures took on new life (The Word of God is living and powerful, sharper than any two-edged sword), but I didn't pray.
Sunday we sang a song in church that made me cry. You can read all the lyrics on this website:
but here are a few of them.
You don't have to worry
And don't you be afraid
Joy comes in the morning
Troubles they don't last always
For there's a friend in Jesus
Who will wipe your tears away
And if your heart is broken
Just lift your hands and say
I know that I can make it
I know that I can stand
No matter what may come my way
My life is in your hands
Suddenly I knew why I hadn't prayed. Long ago I gave my life to Christ. My life was in his hands. I trusted him completely.
I remembered another thing about the hospital. I never felt alone. When my husband left to go home, when my roommate's IV beeped all night, when the doctor seemed to have forgotten me, I knew I was not alone. I didn't need to pray. Jesus was with me.
I don't know why I went through this. I'm not asking that question either. Perhaps I will find out that my experience helped someone else. Perhaps I will never know. But I know now more than ever, that I wouldn't want to be in any one else's hands.
I have not found that MDs are particularly interested in why things happen. They want to find the right drugs or the right therapy to make the symptoms go away. But once the problem is solved, they do not seem interested in figuring out what made it happen in the first place.
I, however, am very interested in the "whys" of things. I may know why I had such a bad reaction to the colonoscopy. When I called to report my fever, the nurse told me that they had given me more than the usual amount of anesthesia. I was restless and seemed uncomfortable so they upped my dose. But I didn't know that when I left after the procedure.
At the hospital, the CT scan showed that my small intestine had shut down. "Temporary paralysis of procedure" they called it.
Here is what I believe happened. The doctor's orders said that I could eat anything I felt like eating after I got home. I was hungry after a day and a half on a liquid diet. I ate a normal Type O meal. It got a good start through my stomach, but when it hit may small intestine it had nowhere to go. This started the cramping and fever.
If you have a colonoscopy, my advice would be to stay on a liquid or soft food diet for 12 hours after you get home. If your digestive system is tolerating the food, increase the complexity of the foods. If, however you sense that your system is not ready for heavy food, you can give your body the time it needs to get back to normal. That simple advice would have saved me much grief.
If you are young, idealistic, and living a natural lifestyle, you may be thinking "I'll never have a colonoscopy or any other medical procedure. Yes - you will. If you have a test that shows a problem in an area where you have a genetic predisposition to disease, you will have the procedure. Do not deceive yourself, be prepared.
I never realized what a problem hospital food is to Type Os. When I filled out the paperwork, I said, no wheat, dairy, caffeine or chocolate. Wheat and dairy are my two biggest Type O avoids. Caffeine is avoid except for green tea - like I'm going to get green tea in the hospital. I break out in hives when I get chocolate. I thought saying no to four foods was very reasonable.
They brought me chocolate pudding, coffee, tea, milk, and creamed soup. They also brought jello, and a drink that was 15% juice and 85% who knows what. The only things that were not avoid were apple juice and chicken broth (unless the chicken broth was commercially canned, in which case it probably had MSG).
Some of it I sent back, requesting more apple juice. I got dirty looks for being hard to please. Some of it I ate anyway. I was so very weak and thirsty. And I knew the only way they would release me from the hospital was if I appeared normal.
If I knew I were going to be in the hospital, I would plan ahead and sneak food in. If I am ever unexpectedly in the hospital, I will have my husband sneak food to me. Hospitals do not serve foods that heal the body of a Type O.
If you are young, idealistic, and living a natural lifestyle, you may be thinking "I'll never go to a hospital." Yes - you will. If you are in a car accident, they will take you to a hospital, and you will wake up from surgery thankful for the doctors who put you back together. Don't be naÃ¯ve, be prepared.
One more day on this subject tomorrow - then on to happier things.
It is not the hurricane that has kept me from blogging this week. I have friends and relatives in Galveston, Houston, and Beaumont. But our house is out of the path of the storm. We will get some rain, but little else.
No I have had a trauma of another kind - one that relates in various ways to the Blood Type Diet. A few weeks ago when I had my annual physical, all went well until my doctor found blood in the routine stool smear. He admitted that false positives are common, but because my mom has had polyps removed and my grandmother had colon cancer, and I was over 50, he said I was having a colonoscopy.
So I wound up in the office of a specialist who sneered at the idea that eliminating wheat and dairy from my diet had ended my GERD. Perhaps I should have fled the office right then, but I doubt I could have found a specialist with a different opinion - perhaps just one who was more polite about it.
I followed the prep procedures exactly because I wanted this to be over fast and easy. I woke up from the anesthetic to hear the doctor say he had found and removed one small polyp but had found nothing alarming. I was sent home with instructions to eat whatever I felt like eating. I slept all afternoon, and ate some of my favorite foods - meat and vegetables for dinner.
Sometime in the night things started to go wrong. I was restless and achy. I was running fever. I called the office in the morning and reported a 101.5 temperature to the nurse, but she wasn't particularly concerned. However after lunch the doctor called. He wanted me to come in.
After poking and listening, he said, "I have the lab report back already. You know I removed a polyp? Well it is benign. But it wasn't a polyp. It was something vascular. I am concerned that your colon might be perforated. I'm going to put you in the hospital."
I listened to this with horror, found myself in the car on the way to the hospital, and the next thing I knew I was being stuck with needles. They did a CT scan that was incredibly painful. Thankfully the CT scan showed no perforation.
I wanted to go home, but the doctor wanted me in the hospital overnight. I was too tired to argue. More in my next blog.
I said a week or so ago that I would tell you a story about my children and milk. No story is told without a purpose, and the purpose of this story is three fold. 1. There is a certain natural inclination toward foods that are beneficial and away from foods that are avoid. (It's not 100% accurate, but it's there). 2. You can train yourself to like something that is avoid. 3. Once a taste is developed for an avoid, giving it up may prove very difficult.
I nursed both of my children for a year. During the first year of his life, my son hardly ever tasted milk. My husband and I were so thrilled to have him that we took him with us everywhere, rarely leaving him with a sitter. The only time he had a bottle was if he was staying in the church nursery.
As he entered his second year, I introduced him to milk and he didn't like it. I had read pros and cons about milk, and had decided to believe the pros. It looked to me like milk was the best source of calcium for a growing boy. I tried all kinds of bribes but none worked, until one day at the grocery store he noticed a brand of milk that had a bright green label and a green cap. Green was his favorite color. "Look Momma," he said, "green milk." I not only looked, I bought that brand. At home I asked if he would like to try the green milk. "Can I have it in a green glass," he asked, "with a straw?" I agreed, thinking how wonderful this turn of events was. And so my son learned to drink milk. More than that, he learned to love it.
My nephew is also Type O, and he also hated milk. One night we went out to eat together and my son ordered milk in a little carton. His cousin watched in envy as the carton was opened and the straw unwrapped. The next thing we knew he was begging for milk. My sister was delighted. My nephew still loves milk today.
My daughter was different. She was not fooled by colored caps or straws. She hated milk, and would drink it only if threatened and only if it was ice cold. One year on vacation she refused to drink milk from the ice chest because it was not cold enough. It developed into a conflict of wills. Dad and I said, "No snacks, no desserts, unless you drink your milk." She did not drink. She was 4 or 5 at the time, and she watched everyone around her eating treats with a stoic expression. One of the happiest days of her life was when I said, "According to the Blood Type Diet, milk is not good for you. You never have to drink another glass."
My daughter stubbornly followed her natural inclination. My son and nephew developed a taste for an avoid. Now, though the boys know that milk is not good for them, they don't want to give it up.
Think about the avoids that are the hardest for you to stop eating. Try to remember what pressure or bribe or tradition made you overcome your body's warning signals. Don't think about how that avoid tastes when you are eating it. Think about how it makes you feel an hour or a day later.
We have been friends with another couple for more than 13 years. Our sons met when they were in elementary school. We share the same values as well as many of the same interests. Over the years we have often gotten together on Friday nights for pizza and a movie. Because we share a love of travel, many times we get together to relive each other's adventures.
We have our pictures back from our vacation, and they are arranged in a nice presentation. My husband called our friends and invited them over for last night, and I heard with horror as he said, "We'll buy the pizza." I know it's tradition - but after nearly two and a half years on the BTD, I wish we could change the tradition.
Yesterday afternoon my daughter said, "What are you going to do?" I told her I was going to fix a big vegetable tray. Also right before they arrived I was going to eat a normal helping of meat. Then for dinner I would have lots of vegetables and two small pieces of pizza.
That is what I did. I was a gracious hostess. We enjoyed our meal, and had a wonderful time talking about traveling in the Southwest.
Then as we were saying our goodbyes I found myself thinking, "I'll have another piece of pizza while I clean up the kitchen." Wait a minute - where did that thought come from? A few minutes later, my mind wandered and I wondered if we had any cookies in the house. Hold On!! I haven't had a wheat craving in months.
That's exactly what it was. I don't understand why, but when we type Os get a little wheat we wand more and more and MORE. I knew that if I caved in, and had another bite of wheat that it would not be enough. I also knew that if I ate something else (even something beneficial) that it wouldn't satisfy the craving. I would still want wheat. I resolved to eat nothing else last night. Water only. I stayed true to myself, and I am fine this morning.
If you are new to the Blood Type Diet, you will read pros and cons about going cold turkey or easing into this lifestyle. Either way will work - except for wheat. A type O doesn't ease out of wheat. Eventually you have to stop.
Even after you have been on the BTD for a long time, you must keep your guard up. You will find yourself in situations where wheat is unavoidable. Expect that after a little wheat you will want more. The good news that if you resist, it doesn't take long for the cravings to go away.
Psalm 107: 31 Oh that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!
Be thankful today for the food that the Lord provides and for the knowledge of what food will bring you good health.
I have blogged before about how quickly women my age lose muscle tone. "Women lose muscle mass at a rate of roughly one-third to one-half a pound each year after age 35," I read in one study. In the last two years I think I have made progress in rebuilding muscle. But I lost some ground during August.
We came home from a vacation in the mountains to really hot summer weather. I was swimming two or three nights a week and running one morning a week, and that was good. But walking with my husband at dusk when the temperature was still in the mid 90s or riding my bicycle on errands in the mid-day sun was oppressive. It was even too humid to enjoy exercising indoors with a video tape, unless I turned the air conditioner way down (which would make the electric bill go way up).
Excuses, excuses - suffice it to say that I slipped into exercising every other day instead of every day. Then I hurt my shoulder, and couldn't do upper body exercises at all.
My shoulder is almost 100%, so I began a little weight work this week. I have lost muscle strength if not muscle mass. Reps that were easy in July make me tired now. If I were 20 or 30, I wouldn't have lost ground so fast. But as Popeye the Sailor used to say, "I yam what I yam!"
Rather than chide myself for a lapse, I need to plan my exercise the night before, so that I don't let the weather dictate my mood. Tomorrow I will swim at the indoor pool, and Friday I will run before it gets hot. This lost ground can be regained.
There are only two television shows that I watch on a regular basis (I would rather read than watch TV and I would rather watch movies than shows). Those two shows are Monk and Gilmore Girls. Rory Gilmore is the same age as our son, and we started watching the show back when they were both 16. The original theme of a wacky impulsive mom's relationship with focused and clear thinking daughter has given us hours of laughter. We were disappointed last season as Rory's character seemed to change and she made a series of bad decisions leaving her in quite a crisis in May. Tonight is the season premiere, and I'm looking forward to it.
Non-Gilmore Girls fans are wondering, "Does this have anything to do with the BTD?" Well, sort of. One of the main characters is Luke, who owns a diner. Luke is an excellent chef, who believes in lots of fresh fruits and vegetables. But he spends his life cooking hamburgers, fries, and coffee for his less discriminating customers.
Our daughter is out of town on a leadership retreat, and my husband took me out to dinner last night. I could have picked any restaurant in town, but I chose a diner where I had eaten lunch with a friend. The food is well prepared and there are lots of vegetable choices. It is easy to get a Type O or a Type A meal.
When we walked in, my husband was disappointed. He had pictured a fancy restaurant with a romantic ambiance. I assured him he would love the food, and said, "Just imagine you are at Luke's." I had steak with onions, spinach, and yams. He had fish with black-eyed peas, salad, and corn bread. The food was delicious. The conversation was just as good at our chrome and plastic table as it would have been if we had been eating an overpriced baked potato off of a white tablecloth.
I grew up on the Gulf Coast, and my father worked for the electric company. Every time there was a hurricane in the Gulf of Mexico, he would pack his bag and cot and keep them in the trunk of his car. He knew that if a hurricane came ashore, he could be sent, at a moment's notice, to one of the facilities to keep the power on and restore electric service to customers as soon as possible.
That meant that my mom and sister and I were alone at home during hurricanes. My mom is a strong, clear thinking woman, who didn't waste time feeling sorry for herself. When a hurricane was in the Gulf, she made sure we had plenty of water, food, candles, matches and batteries readily available.
When we were first married, my husband found it amusing that at the start of hurricane season I would prepare a hurricane box and set it aside. Three years later we moved inland, and preparing for disaster was forgotten until 1999. I didn't believe all of the hype about Y2K, but just to be on the safe side, I did put together a box of emergency supplies for the first time in years.
I was about ready to disperse that box, when the 9/11 terrorist attack came. Since then I have kept at least a 2-week supply of food and water on hand. We have a camp stove, and several bottles of fuel. My plan was that if the power went out, I would cook the perishable food on the camp stove first, then switch to canned food. I made a few changes after I started the Blood Type Diet, but after hurricane Katrina, I realized it was time for an overhaul.
This week I have pulled everything out of storage. Some of the food that was nearing expiration date, I put in the pantry, and replaced it with new. I had a lot of tuna, thinking that my daughter and I would eat that. After the recent articles about mercury, I became aware that after 2 weeks of eating tuna, we might not be thinking too clearly. I still have a few cans of tuna, but most of it has been replaced with salmon, sardines, and chicken. I have not found canned beef without nitrites. Even beef jerky in the health food store has nitrites.
I have peanut butter for the As to eat with rice or rye crackers. I have some sesame butter for me. I have jars of dry roasted peanuts and bags of walnuts and almonds. I have a lot more canned vegetables than I used to. Black-eyed peas, black beans, green beans, peas, spinach, carrots, and pumpkin are beneficial or neutral for us all. I have fruit canned in fruit juice. I'm thinking we can eat the fruit and drink the juice. Dried fruit is also part of the plan.
I don't dwell on the possibility of impending disaster, but I want to be prepared. If calamity comes, I do not want to be like the helpless masses waiting for someone to come rescue me. I would rather be like the man interviewed from the balcony of his 2nd floor French Quarter apartment. He said, "My home is dry, I have plenty of food and water. I've been comfortable and safe."
The neighborhood pool has closed for the summer. We got home in time for a Labor Day swim. After I blogged about riding my very old bicycle to the pool, there was a request for a picture. My daughter snapped this one, and I hope you enjoy it.
If you can't see the photo here in the blog, try this link.
I am happy to report that my shoulder is almost healed. My doctor said I had strained my latissimus dorsi. He said to keep doing the neck and shoulder exercises that I was doing. He offered a prescription for muscle relaxers, but I declined. Of all the supplements I tried, I think extra calcium and magnesium worked the best.
I have a little stiffness and pain when I first wake up, but before breakfast is ready I am feeling fine. Even the swim did not set me back this week. It seemed like it hurt for a long time, but when I look at the calendar, it was really just three weeks.
I have been a boring cook lately. It is so hot that I hate to turn on the oven. We've eaten lots of fish because it cooks fast. I've fixed hamburgers (turkeyburgers for the As) several times in a skillet on the stove. We've eaten lots of salad and of course, lots of fruit. I have been making pumpkin seed butter and almond butter and can almost make a meal out of carrot sticks and nut butter.
As soon as we get a hint of cool weather, the cookbooks will come out.