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Rededication

As I was fixing my morning medicine., words of my beloved came to me. Last week, she told me she didn’t want to have to care for me if I got crippled up. This hit me like a ton of bricks! The last thing I want in this world is to be a burden to anyone, especially Brenda, the love of my life. So, I have re-dedicated myself to preserve my health. I am going to get back on my diet. The past 2 years it has been closer to 80% cheating than 20%. We were told by a very good chiropractor, long ago, that 80/20 (80% good food, 20% bad) would be a good target. Well, that gradually slipped to reversal. When I say good and bad food, I am not talking kosher or not, I avoid all forbidded by HaShem, if at all possible. I have Severe Rheumatiod Arthritis. I was first diagnosed with it back in the early 80s.
The causes of this disease are many. Life situations cause stress and stress is a major factor. Diet is a major factor. We were told that I should avoid all nightshades. Do you know what nightshades are? Staples such as tomatoes, potatoes (but not sweet potatoes) and a wide variety of peppers, hot and sweet. I found an excellent resource about them: http://www.thepaleomom.com/2013/08/what-are-nightshades.html
Before I retired, my mindset was I was going to have complete freedom in my sunset years. Have as much fun as I wanted to have, eat what I wanted, drink as much as I could stand, as my Dad used to say,”Do what I damn well please!” This attitude has been one of my biggest enemies to good health. Every time Brenda would say,”That’s not good for you.” My knee-jerk reaction was, you guessed it, “Hey I’m retired, quit raining on my parade!”
Well, I’m tired of waking up like an old ’54 Ford (my first car). Creaking and straining to move, hurting every inch of the way. Fingers screaming in agony every time I want to open a carton of milk,(by the way, we drink almond milk).

Deu 34:7 And Moses was a hundred and twenty years old when he died: his eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated.

That’s the way I want to go out. I saw my Dad die. Eaten up with cancer, that strong Marine Raider, that grew up on a farm, went to war, came back and loved and supported Mom, loved and reared 3 kids, built a thriving business, had a great life reduced to less than 100 pounds and not even 70 years old. Not this guy! I am going to go out like Moses. I am going to make love to my wife every Shabbat!  I’m going to build things, repair things, do things! Doubt me if you will, haters gonna hate, doubters gonna doubt. But I’m going to live for HaShem, as best I can or die trying.

December 16, 2015 at 12:36 pm Leave a comment


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