Eat Me
I followed up on Dan’s recommendation and poked around on eating for my blood type. I am type A. Obviously. However, here we are talking about my blood type.
OK. I like their argument. The background explanation makes good sense. I could buy into it. However, according to Dr. D’Adamo and his drink your blood ideas (not really), he recommends that Type A’s engage in only “gentle exercise.”
Say what?
He says believes that A’s cannot handle stress hormones and have a dramatic spike in cortisol levels. Therefore, we are supposed to avoid animal fats and protein and meditate. Soy is the toy, veggies rule, and Om. Yeah, I’m gonna say, “No.” I like-a the sushi. Cows taste good.
Furthermore, he blacklists the three essentials of any obsessive compulsive’s pantry: sugar, caffeine, and alcohol. Wha-what? Those are pretty good all combined so I’m gonna say, “No.”
We are supposed to be plant eaters grazing all day for supreme mental clarity. Food should be fresh, crisp, unprocessed and raw. Mmmmm sushi. Is fish a meat? Tell me vegetarians. How come they do not count?
OK, OK, I agree with some of that. I do eat large amounts of crispy fresh things and get way more than my 5 to 6 servings of fruits and veggies everyday. I am even grooving on the soy thing now. I stuck some soy cheese on a potato last night. It went on the plate right next to the bit of sirloin. Moooooo.
Let us just say, for tickles, that I consumed no caffeine, no animal protein, no alcohol, and no sugar. I might feel really really good, maybe even too good, but would you really want to hang around me?
Please, come over for dinner. Lemon water, celery stick with chick pea pock, alpha sprout fake-out pasta with a raw sauce based out of cabbage and tomatoes. For desert we will drink warm water sweetened with two squashed blueberries and sink our withered canines into a cinnamon dusted banana.
Oh I am just bitter because I am baking the prizes for Saturday’s race and I’m all jacked up on chocolate chips. That’s right! Sugar….caffiene…..what was the other one?
Cheers.
Let me know when you are over your Food-Martyr phase. I’ll drop some Ho-ho’s off on your door step with a super tanker sized coffee.
Nichol said this on October 15, 2009 at 4:10 am |
You GOT it!
drea said this on October 15, 2009 at 2:05 pm |
We never eat fruit cake because it has rum
And one little taste turns a man to a bum.
Oh, can you imagine a sorrier sight
Than a man eating fruit cake until he gets tight?
We never eat cookies because they have yeast
And one little bite turns a man to a beast.
Oh, can you imagine a sadder disgrace
Than a man in the gutter with crumbs on his face?
georgeruns said this on October 15, 2009 at 2:23 pm |
L-Glutamine. L-Glutamine. L-Glutamine.
Maggie said this on October 18, 2009 at 6:55 pm |