Changing What Goes Into My Mind

Today is day 4 of my voyage.  Some of the things I've noticed right away is that I'm more alert, my leg hasn't been bothering me quite as much the last couple of days, and my posture has improved for some reason.  Psychological?  Maybe....probably.  Do I give a shit?  Absolutely not.  The headaches only lasted two days, so that's good.  My head felt better yesterday and today so far so good.  Considering I would go through at least a 6  pack of soda and 3 or 4 giant cups of coffee a day, I was consuming approximately 600mg of caffeine on a good day.  There were many days it was more.  Now add on the fact that the soda has aspartame and all sorts of other crazy chemicals and who-the-hell-knows-what-else.  At this point in time, I don't even want soda, junk food, fast food, or any of the things I ate before.  It could certainly be the fact that it's the beginning and it's easy to be determined in the beginning.  I'm glad for it and hope it lasts, but the thought of eating any of that shit isn't the least bit attractive to me.

Another probable reason for my new attitude towards what I shove in my mouth is that I've been watching a lot of documentaries.  They're interesting to me and I've learned a lot.  It's something that keeps me on track and gives me motivation.  That's what this blog is for as well.  I tend to forget things, especially things that are good for me.  Keeping a log of the changes will keep me on track.  When I was a teenager one of my teachers told us a quote from whom I don't remember, but it was, "You are who you are by what goes into your mind, you change who you are by changing what goes into your mind".  I'm paraphrasing a tad I'm sure.  Have I mentioned my shitty memory?  You get the gist though.  The documentaries shovel the right things into my mind, to help change my thinking.  When I think about eating something shitty for me, I really think about what it tastes like, what I feel like after I eat it and suddenly don't want it anymore.  I was addicted to eating it, it wasn't really what I wanted to eat, it was what I was craving.  How many times have you said that?  "I'm craving a McDouble," or "I'm craving chocolate."

Now for a little story.  When I was 17 I was working in a warehouse and I slipped a disc in my lower back. I couldn't move, it was horrible.  I'm 41 now so 17 was quite a long time ago.  So of course my workman's comp sent me to the doctor, not the chiropractor.  I was out for 6 or 8 weeks and on the couch flat on my back for the vast majority of that time.  The doctor of course pumped me full of muscle relaxers and pain meds the whole time.  The second time I slipped the same damn disc I lived in the middle of nowhere and had to fight to go to the chiropractor.  Finally they conceded.  My chiropractor was awesome.  I needed help to get down the hall to the examining room and walked out on my own accord.  Something she said always stuck with me.  "Your body is a self-repairing machine.  All you have to do is treat it the way it's supposed to be treated and it will heal itself."  Well shit!  What the fuck are we taking all these drugs for then?  I started learning more about natural medicine and my hatred of modern medicine began.  Then life happened and I got lazy.  The knowledge was there, but I had small children and a husband who all ate the shit we always ate and I fell right back into the stupid shit I always did.  The knowledge remained as did the hatred of modern medicine.  Break a bone or get sliced open then fine, go get repaired.  Beyond that, they're worthless.  They treat symptoms, not disease.  YOUR BODY WILL HEAL ITSELF!  All I have to do is fuel it the right way.  The machine isn't going to run on sludge.

I'll end today on a somewhat gross note so if you're queasy, you can stop reading now.  I have switched the Diet Coke with water which means I am drinking a ton of it.  I am pissing like nobody's business.  So here's the kinda gross part.  Before when I took my morning piss it was dark, I mean like almost translucent brown and stunk!  Now, even my morning piss is near clear and has little to no smell.  Ready for more gross?  I used to have digestive issues.  They're not normal yet really, but they're better.  My wife (yes wife, get over it), used to tease me that I shit like an old man.  You know that smell, the nasty, "Oh my god what the fuck did you eat?!" smell.  It was also rarely solid.  This morning I took the most normal shit I've taken in a very long time, and it didn't stink!  Weird.  Cool, but weird.

With that, I wish you a good day.

Kristy