The short story is that after my second kid was born, I developed some weird autoimmune problems and wicked IBS. ;) Your Human Guinea Pig is about me being shuffled from doctor to doctor in order to figure out what was going on with my body. Needless to say I started to feel like a human guinea pig, being experimented on and experimenting on myself. The experiment continues...
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
FrankenWheat
My husband has been reading Wheat Belly by William Davis. Basically, this book is about how horrible wheat is for us.
I know it just seems super trendy, but whatwith me not eating wheat (to recap--I have an auto anitbody to smooth muscle. Either this indicates autoimmune hepatitis, Celiac disease, or nothing at all) my husband was curious.
The highlights so far that Mr. Davis points out are that wheat has been altered genetically SO MUCH in the last century that it's no longer what it used to be. Eating bread can actually spike blood sugar more than sugar. Since Mr. Q is a Type 1 Diabetic, this is pertinent information. More than pertinent--life-changing.
Mr. Q has also noticed that when he eats no bread (but not necessarily no carbs) his blood sugar spikes less and is much more manageable. To me, this real-life evidence is worth more than the hype of being wheat-free.
An interesting read and definitely food for thought!
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Frida Kahlo & Me
A long time ago when I was an art major (before I became an education major and eventually an English major!), one of my art professors introduced me to Frida Kahlo. At first, her art unnerved me but it was also fascinating. Now, as someone who has had a fair amount of miscarriages, I have a whole new perspective on her art. Some of you might know that Frida, as a result of an accident, wasn't ever able to have children. Of course, Frida also had many, many surgeries on her back as a result of that same accident. I suppose I can count myself grateful that I don't have that to deal with as well.
In a series of letters she wrote to her physician, she writes: "Doctorcito querido: I have wanted to write to you for a long time
than you can imagine. I had so looked forward to having a little
Dieguito that I cried a lot, but it's over, there is nothing else that
can be done except to bear it."
That's about the sum of it.
“I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”
Henry Ford Hospital, 1932 |
That's about the sum of it.
The Wounded Deer, 1946 |
The Broken Column, 1944 |
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