Gollygosh! No fresh Food?

A quicky. Our bodies, our choices.

I’m preparing, in 2019, to travel around Australia for part of 2020, to areas notorious for white food substitutes, obesity and organ damage from treacherously toxic ‘food’. In search of the growers and farmers of sustainable nourishment. Like Cape York, like the Wimmera. If you have tips I’d love the contacts. I’ll keep you updated on ptogress.

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Liver and gall bladder? From before?

Too much fat, can disrupt both the liver and the gall bladder. Add that to a predisposition to lectin intolerance and one has the perfect storm.

Paleo is most definitely the way to go for a healthy gut BUT what if you have gall stones and an impaired liver from all those years beforehand? What if those handfuls of cashews (because you don’t put on eight anymore) are harmful because your liver just can’t hack them.

Go HERE for Dr Brant Larson 17 symptoms of gallbladder disease.

Last night I researched this topic. The outcome, an the diagnosis, is beyond doubt. I don’t need any decadent dude masquerading as a healer, to tell me to take this or that medication.

THIS IS CAUSE FOR SELF-HOODOO, DARLINGS!
(disclaimer: You know how this goes, just my opinion and all that. If in doubt seek out A MEDICAL SPECIALIST)

Last night, an hour before bed, I drank a potion of the juice of half a lemon, a tablespoon of apple cider vinegar and a dash of Himalayan pink salt in a glass of tepid water. Everything needs a beginning.

green apple

DAY 1. Today. In preparation for gallbladder cleans in 6 days.

BREAKFAST

Before I ate, I went into ‘chill’ mode. I drank a deep glass of water, to which I added a scoop of Neutrceuticals Ultrapotent C, Mega Magnesium, 2 tablespoons of apple cider vinegar and the other half of the lemon. I’m also taking zinc supplement at the moment for lowered immune system (white spots on my nails) so I took one of them and a multi B.

zinc

All I had, non-nut, non-dairy, was a handful of blueberries. Downed them with a coffee. Went shopping.

LUNCH

GUT-POWER SMOOTHIE

EQUIPMENT

Chopping block, sharp knife, Nutribullet, clean glass>

INGREDIENTS (long)
1 radish
2 sprigs of garden mint
1 teaspoon organic powdered turmeric
1 cup organic apple juice
1 green apple
1 clove garlic
a mix of raw beetroot tops, kale, silver beet, dandelion greens from the garden, bit or chopped ginger, a sprinkle of flax seeds, a scoop of protein powder
2 florets broccoli
juice of half a lemon

Blended it in the Nutribullet. Totally yummy. Probably the apple as I am unused to sugars.

THAT’S IT.

4 pm this afternoon I downed a can of organic sardines, sloshed in apple cider vinegar and black pepper, and I’m off, now, to acquire malic acid in a crystaline suppliment, instead of apple juice, because I don’t want all that sugar sloshing about when I can avoid it.

 

Too Much Healthy Fat is Nuts

DARLINGS! I haven’t written for a while because there was nothing of interest to add. Now there is. This is the story of fatty stools and a gallbladder…

gallbladderKnow thine innards!

LONG RANT.

So! Let’s talk gallbladder and toxic reactions! Let’s discuss FATTY STOOLS!

I’m probably not the usual candidate for gall stones or improperly functioning liver but over the past two months something unusual has been happening. First let me fill you in on what could have switched my stool elimination from seemingly normal, to pale, fatty and rather explosive.

STEATORRHEA and the intuition (which is body-talk for “EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION?”) says it’s the nuts. Oh! By the way. I’ve also taken to snacking on cashews between lunch and dinner…

It is now December, 2018. When did the gut disruption really start? Frog in water, darlings. Not sure. I KNOW it was around the time of the eyebrow debacle. And I’ve been promising myself that I will look into the leaky gut thing as soon as I have time.

Then, yesterday, being otherwise lean and fit, a friend has asked me to be the donor of fecal matter for a transplant for her buddy who needs healthy poo. But that’s not quite true, is it? Or is it that something much more diabolical is afoot?

STEATORRHEA is caused by too much fat, disrupting both the liver and the gall bladder. Darlings! I am now onto it. Preparing to do  cleanse that will remove any and all gall stones, to repair the damage and so be a worthy donor. And also to resolve a dilemma.

Last night I researched this topic. The outcome, an the diagnosis, is beyond doubt. I don’t need any decadent dude masquerading as a healer, to tell me to take this or that medication.

cashews

Check into lectins: it’s worth experimenting with stopping all of them. I did that for a week and internals reverted to healthy. Explore this: https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/319593.php

The author does write: “Research has shown that consuming whole grains can help reduce the risk for heart disease, diabetes, and cancer.” but… I would rather not take that research on face value as, from my own research the FDA is suss.

I’ve got a bunch of smoothies I’m experimenting with. I’ll get back to you on this.

 

The Magic Pill

Pete Evans has again copped a shitload of flack from the medical industry. This time for his latest doco Magic Pill on Netflix. For goodness sake! What? We’re not capable of working it out? Of forming our own opinions?

A friend (still) of decades, Adam Osborne, was the secret-giver to the gate of enlightenment. See, Adam is a doctor and I trained him at the gym under the Old Norco Building in Byron Bay, back when Fairlie was still alive (that story is in my memoir, bitch, when dying and in a coma, spoke through me. Go bite yourselves, those of you who think being psychic is fun!)

adam osborne
(Adam, photo Byron Healing Listings)

Doctors train for approximately 7 years. 40 hours of those 7 years will slick over nutrition. Even then, most are not interested. Adam couldn’t work out why he was weedy and pasty, with all that training. Of course he’s gorgeous now!

Multiply him by EVERY DOCTOR MOST OF YOU HAVE EVER BEEN TO. If you are big, they will suggest you diet. None of them give you a plan. If you re sent to a dietitian… what’s that puppy going to cost you? Weight Watchers makes its money by keeping you buying their products. You are not TAUGHT. You are not loved enough.

So watch it. We decide for ourselves, moronic, biased media!

I don’t think I’d eat bread again even if I was starving.

food_pyramid_small

Oh, and today…? The queen of the current-day England? Rotten with wealth at the expense of the people? Like the catholic church, they are. So today, in Australia, a fucking colony pretending to be a country, a public holiday was declared to help celebrate her birthday. While other people received knighthoods and order of Australia medals (medals! Pfft), yours truly had an outstanding colonic.

Bon apetit,
Ly x

 

 

Fck You Paleo Bread

I mean, really? Why did we start this in the first place? I know it has no grains but question… When is a seed not a grain? Turns out, that when it’s a nut! Nuts are fruit. So, and I’m very interested in your sourced knowledge of this, when is a seed paleo? I sat and thought about this for ages before hitting Google and then Wiki, and we have to be careful. The seeds of pumpkins are pepitas, yes? But the seeds and pips are not the same. You can eat the pips of guavas and passion fruit, but munch on the pip of an apricot and you’re in trouble (despite claims that have no grounding in science).

apricot cyanide

I mention all this because of substitution. The need for bread. We don’t. Just don’t. I mean, do what you want but the more we rely on somebody else cashing in the more rubbish in the landfill and not the compost bucket.

I gave in and bought a Nutribullet, though, and it’s bloody amazing! I chuck in kale, celery, golden beetroot, carrot, stuff still in the garden like beetroot tops, parsley, rocquet, and silver beet. Some macadamias, almonds, some avocado, chuck in tomato and, yes, a radish! And my BCAAs, ginger,  raw turmeric root a dash of cayenne and chili.

Or variations of that theme…

Add water to the limit, and POW! BAM! That’s serious soup.

I pour the goop into jars. Usually it’ll make two. I have all the fats I need with the nuts and avo, all the protein unless I’ve had a mega day at the gym when I’ll need eggs or meat.

It takes me all of 5 minutes to pick what I need, grab the stuff from the bench or the fridge, rough chop it and shove it down.

The paleo bread thing? Well, that’s just bread.

bread

An attitude moment that I don’t have to justify. Seems to me the internet is awash with paleo faux-desert/sweet recipe. Fools gold, lovelies. Berries in season, agreed. But… don’t take it from me, go Google paleo bread and grin.

Keep warm if you’re in Melbourne or the countryside, and keep up the Vitamin D with all this cloud.

Off to down a steak.

Bon apetit,

Ly x

 

Twixt and Tween Weather, Perfect For Rabbit Stew

I’m just cleaning out old websites, wounds, worries. Have been for a month before Sunday. Mother’s Day, btw, I was gifted an hour of crockery smashing at the Break Room here in Melbourne. Seriously works up an appetite!
Serenity (daughter) was laughing her guts out, watching from behind bullet-proof glass. I didn’t miss one hit bcause, lovelies, I tell you, I had some stress to work out of this old body!

Courtney and Caitlyn joined us back at my house, and I cooked a kangaroo bol with zucchini spaghetti. That’s not this. I’ll do that again for you soon. Part of the clearout of wankery, warts and wannabees, however, is even myself; the sad deluded thinking that my YouTube site was okay. Not if I’m gong to do some live work with you soon! Found this. This twixt and tween weather is just fabulous for wild game. Old video. Taste is the same

Bon apetit!
Ly x

Age duuna count

AGE DUNNA COUNT

Kindness is so easy.

 

Visiting Dear Daughts in hospital today for a routine gall bladder procedure. A woman, I’ll call her Jane Doe, is in the other bed in the ward, suffering from a really intense gastric infection. She’s seriously obese. She’s gorgeous. She’s sad. She’s alone for ages and not talking to anyone. Eating the crappy whatever-it-is that passes for a sandwich.

Daughts is so lovely and made Jane smile. Laugh. When I came to visit, daughter and I clowned around a bit, drank coffee, chatted and included Jane. She an I got talking. She has Type 2 diabetes, high blood pressure and some kind of helplessness I don’t know about. She has a husband, and her two 30-something year old daughters just moved back home. They expect mom to cook and clean and go back to the way things were before they moved out, and had husbands.

We asked why, when they’re grown-ups? Jane shrugged. She was APOLOGETIC like what could she do, it must be her fault.

Jane said she couldn’t stomach food (hospital food, DISGUSTING) and could not shift the weight of years. I chatted on a bit about giving up grains and sugar. What they do to us. How they harm us.

I asked how old she was. “I’m 64,” she said, embarrassed, like it is a thing to be ashamed of.

“Hey,” I smiled, “I’m 66.”

Her mouth fell open.

“Darling,” I said, “You can get better… a bit… Are you feeding the others?”

“Yes,” she said, “but I can’t just have one Tim Tam. I have to eat the lot. I don’t know how to stop.  don’t want to be like this.”

“How long you think you’ll be in hospital?” I asked.

“I’m here for a week, I think. This is like a hotel to me. How do you look the way you do?”

I explained.

And then her husband came. He was supposed to bring her the roast veggies her daughters had cooked. He forgot. He complained about the traffic, the weather, their kids, his job, having to come and visit. She tried to placate him. SHE’S THE ONE WHO’S SICK!!!

So. Back to Dear Daughts for a moment. Gall bladder. Forget the fats. Got to make light. Her housemate brought her their homemade, chicken and ginger soup. I made soup also, chestnut pumpkin with rosemary and Himalayan pink salt. I dry roasted some of it with dukkah.

We both fed a bit to Jane, who had never tasted anything as good. She left the hospital sandwich untouched on her tray. Between yesterday and tonight she had totally perked up. Laughed with strangers. Known delicious food.

Moral?

Be kind. Make kind and caring food. Love one another. Make chestnut pumpkin soup and hug your children but don’t clean up their crap. Age dunna count, we can always turn life around.

No matter what our species.

Bon apetit,

Ly x