Not so long ago, I posted that I’m done chasing the recovery of my lost ability. I’ve been seeking a way to reverse the physical decline of my body, which began 37 years ago with a bone tumor, for so long it seems to be the only thing I’ve ever done sometimes. You could call it my career. The only thing I’ve pursued longer would be spiritual growth. I’m frustrated, and tired.
However, I recently saw a video made by a former cardiac surgeon – Dr. Steven Gundry, MD. He worked at Loma Linda University Medical Center until he had an epiphany – that he was just putting bandaides on conditions. He realized he could do more good for his patients by helping them to NOT NEED surgery. Foremost on his mind was the fact that, despite doing “everything right” he himself was 75 pounds overweight and heading for cardiac trouble.
Well, he tells the story far better than I could. You can find it at http://www.thenewgutfix.com
Anyhow, after seeing that video, I shared it with my wife – and she agreed that his description of the “typical patient” with the problem he now treats – with NUTRITION alone – was a total description of how I’ve been feeling the last few years. Everything – chronic fatigue, joint pain, migraines, brain fog, memory lapses – it is all just symptoms of a leaky gut. And he’s figured out how to repair it without surgery. So, making an exception to my former declaration, we’re going to give this a shot.
Yes, “we” – my wife has several of the same symptoms, so she’s going to do the regimen with me. With a little help from the gods, perhaps we will both soon be in the best health of our lives.
Believe it or not – this is a CAKE that was made by a local baker/artist (yes, besides running her baking shop, she also was an instructor in the art department at the university).
My wife and I recently watched “Darkest Hour” – a movie about Winston Churchill starring Gary Oldman in the lead.
While I’m always impressed with Oldman’s ability to immerse himself in a role to the point of non-recognizable, what most impressed me in this movie was a quote at the very end. I’d like to share it with you all now.
“Success is not final. Failure is not fatal. It is the courage to continue that counts.”- Winston Churchill
Just a quick note to tell you that I suspect a new fraud scheme is in use. I got a call today that set my nerves on edge.
First off – the caller had a computer-generated voice, like he is using some voice-masking software to hide his real voice. Second, he said he was calling from Publisher’s Clearing House. When I asked what he was calling about, he said it was in regards to a cashier’s check for $4 Million USD that I had won in one of their giveaways.
I do enter PCH contests quite often. That also means that I get correspondence from PCH on a regular basis, and more than once I’ve gotten “advance notice” from them telling me EXACTLY what to expect if I win a major prize. Never have they said anyone would attempt to call me before they arrive at my door to deliver the “big check”.
Anyhow, I told the caller that I was at home, and if the Prize Patrol was in town attempting to deliver my prize, they would have no trouble finding me. He hung up.
My wife emailed this joke to me, and it was so cute that I had to share it . . . .V
Gotta love those grand-kids ..
I was eating breakfast with my 10-year-old Granddaughter and I asked her, “What day is tomorrow?”
Without skipping a beat she said, “It’s President’s Day!” ..
She’s smart, so I asked her “What does President’s Day mean?”
I was waiting for something about Obama, Bush or Clinton, etc.
She replied, “President’s Day is when the President steps out of the White House, And if he sees his shadow, we have another year of full of cow poop.”
You know, it hurts when hot coffee spurts out your nose.
I thought we could all use a good, tension-breaking, laugh. – V
Kudos to my wife for finding this – on my 1st wife’s Facebook page!
According to my wife, my dad posted this on his Facebook page recently. Enjoy!
Today is the 19th anniversary of when my wife and I became a couple.
I still don’t know how she puts up with me.