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We have spent the Labor Day weekend with my husband's family. They know I am on the Blood Type Diet; they know I blog; but they have never asked what it is or why I do it. I don't talk about the BTD unless someone asks. I figure that if they ask, they are more likely to listen; and if they don't want to know, I'm wasting my time explaining.
Because of my mother-in-law's increasing problems with arthritis and osteoporosis, I am doing more and more of the meal preparation when we are here. That suits me fine. I plan meals for As and Os the same as I would at home. In fact in this weekend, I only wound up eating one avoid. My sister-in-law was over one night, and she wanted to do a breaded chicken entrÃ©e.
The interesting thing is that the truth of the BTD is right in front of them, but they don't want to see it. This morning at breakfast my husband's mother asked if I had found the last banana for my breakfast. I answered in the affirmative, and she began tell a story.
"My husband loved bananas," she said. (His dog tags from WWII are framed in the hallway, and he was a Type O) He ate them like a monkey. I've never cared for them much (She is an A), but I feel like I ought to eat them. There were two left this morning. Bubs and I split one and the last one is for you."
I was glad for the banana. I felt sorry for my poor husband who has never liked bananas and who hadn't eaten a bite of one since I started the BTD - until this morning.
Natural inclinations are not a sure fire way to determine blood type. Some foods like wheat have addictive qualities. Sometimes early training over rides natural inclinations (note to self: blog about my son and milk). But anyone seeking the truth about the BTD would see that it is not an accident that a Type O would love bananas and a Type A would wish to avoid them.
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