“Every 17 seconds an American is diagnosed with diabetes.”
So reads the cover of an informational booklet that recently arrived in my mailbox. Written by the PEO (professional employer organization) that handles my company’s HR and insurance, this brochure espouses the goal of “improving the health of our employees.”
Despite their laudable intentions, the brochure’s diabetes prevention advice is the same hogwash that’s gotten us into this diabetes mess in the first place.
Just in time for the Thanksgiving holiday, here’s a recipe for pumpkin bread, courtesy of my mother-in-law:
- 1.5 C almond meal
- 0.25 C whey protein powder
- 2 t corn starch (yes, I know corn starch isn’t optimal, but it’s just a couple of teaspoons)
- 1 t baking soda
- 1 t cinnamon
- 0.5 t sea salt
- 0.5 t nutmeg
- 0.25 t ginger
- 0.25 t cloves
- 0.5 C butter
- 1 C Splenda
- 2 eggs
- 0.75 C pumpkin
- 1 square unsweetened baker’s chocolate, melted and broken into pieces
- 0.5 C pecans
- Mix together all dry ingredients, except chocolate and nuts
- Cream butter and Splenda
- Add egg and pumpkin
- Add dry ingredients
- Fold in chocolate and nuts
- Bake at 350 degrees for 65-70 minutes
I recently picked up a copy of Diabetic Living magazine at the grocery store checkout to see what advice they’re offering to diabetics today. In addition to offering nutrition and exercise advice, Diabetic Living features articles on diabetes-related illnesses and complications.
While I found a great deal to like in this attractive, lavishly illustrated magazine, I was also alarmed at much of the advice offered.
I hate veggies.
Well, not all veggies, but most of them. Especially overcooked ones. Raw veggies I can tolerate but something evil happens to vegetables when heat is applied. Spinach, once firm and crisp, becomes slimy, foul smelling ooze to me. And don’t even get me started on broccoli.
Our nation keeps getting unhealthier.
According to a recent study out of Australia, the rate of obesity among baby boomers is more than double the rate of their parents at the same age and the number of baby boomers with three or more chronic conditions is 700 percent greater than the previous generation.
I don’t think that anyone can claim with a straight face that human genetics has changed so dramatically in a single generation as to be responsible for this sharp decline in our nation’s health.
More and more people are giving up wheat every day, far more than just those diagnosed with Celiac disease. Perhaps encouraged by reading Wheat Belly by Dr. William Davis or the testimony of journalists and many others who have experienced dramatic health benefits, many are turning to a life without wheat.
Unfortunately, many who are giving up wheat are replacing the wheat with “gluten-free” processed foods from their grocery store, thereby trading one problem for another.
This is Tabatha, our everyday ordinary house cat.
Well, she’s not completely ordinary. When she was seven years old she started having seizures a few times a week, entirely without warning. If you’ve never witnessed a pet having a seizure, be thankful—it’s profoundly disturbing to watch and the feeling of powerlessness at seeing a family pet suffer a seizure is something I wouldn’t wish upon anyone.
Our family has a very consistent morning routine. My wife, daughter, and I arise well before sunrise, feeling refreshed and energized. After showering and dressing we’re able to spend some time on the back patio, meditating together as we watch the sunrise. Then, we all go inside and prepare breakfast, our early awakening affording us plenty of time for a meal that’s as complex and appealing as we want. A common breakfast might be an egg dish from locally raised, pastured eggs, fresh vegetables, and a freshly prepared cream sauce, followed by locally grown organic berries covered in cream that we whipped moments before. We usually have time to savor this breakfast on the patio and then leisurely clean up the breakfast mess and gather our belongings as we head out to begin our day.
Yeah, right. Morning in our house is nothing like this. Mornings around here more closely resemble a chaotic fire drill.