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, 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.
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.