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There is only one way to begin a blogging journal – and that is to say one huge thanks to Peter D’Adamo and his father, James, for recognizing the importance of our blood types in terms of how to maintain optimum health for each person on this planet. I fear that without this specialized information, I should at this very moment be a basket case somewhere, mumbling incoherently, while various poisons in the form of food that is “good for me” and/or medications are being pumped into this body of mine.
Instead, at the ripe age of 66 (an age neither of my parents lived to see, incidentally), I stand tall and proud, with more energy than some younger than I, and somehow afflicted with only minor problems that seem to be gradually clearing – or at least slowing - rather than worsening, in spite of the fact that every year I become one more year older, and I cannot deny the gradual inroads of aging in spite of following the blood type diet for the past almost seven years.
At the time that the Eat Right book was shown to me, I suffered with chronic headaches – they came regularly every week to ten days, and lasted two to three days, relentlessly, night and day. By this time, I had discovered that there was no headache remedy that would remove the pain, so I simply suffered. I did not want to add more poisons to my system than already existed by taking something that had no obvious benefit and was also a chemical substance. As well, I did not want to take codeine to manage a headache, and there it was left. At the same time, I had the curious experience of having my head completely congested after eating my evening meal. I was convinced there was an environmental toxin lurking in the house I inhabited that did this to me, because it happened quite regularly, though not every night.
It took a while to clear some of the toxins out of my body. Then I realized that eating a meal consisting of wheat (pita bread), tofu fried in sunflower seed oil, avocados and sprouts (to list only the avoids) was creating at least some of my physical discomfort and congestion in the evenings. I also enjoyed eating a meal at a local Chinese restaurant once a week, one of my few extravagances. The food was deliciously prepared, I liked the family who owned the business, and the food was cheap like borshcht! What more could I ask for? But as the weeks went by, the distress I felt after consuming my meal became bigger and bigger, until finally I simply stopped going.
It didn’t take long to sort out that much of the food in the Chinese restaurant was avoid for my B+ blood type. Several years later, after testing for secretor status and discovering that I was a non-secretor, the fact that I responded so quickly in a negative fashion to eating avoids suddenly fell into place.
Because of my great sensitivity to foods and almost immediate reaction to eating the wrong thing, I have been forced to stay on the straight and narrow path to better health. Had I been able to cheat even a little, I probably would not be as healthy as I am now. Our blessings come in mysterious ways!
There is much more to be said about living with or on the BTD for an extended period of time, but I will leave this to a later time. Talk to you again soon!