DIE (with a T) – Part II

As promised, I’m gonna talk a little bit about the EXCEPTIONS I’ve built into my diet, as well as the supplements I take.

This is what I came up with for the backside (lolol) of my handy-dandy diet reference sheet:

additional guidelines


You’ll notice I haven’t included anything about dosage with regard to the supplements I use. I can’t honestly or accurately tell you how much of ANYTHING on (or off) this list you should (or shouldn’t) be consuming. I CAN tell you why I’ve decided to take these things.

Vitamin C: The long and short of it is that one day, I discovered, incidentally, that a large dose of Vitamin C is highly effective in clearing up my persistent allergy symptoms (sneezing, itchy/watery eyes, runny nose, etc.). Much more effective than the OTC antihistamines and decongestants I’ve used in the past. Faster-acting, too.

I decided to do a little digging into this, and found that this is not uncommon at all. Shortly thereafter I learned that, as someone with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, I probably ought to be taking a larger-than-typical dose of the stuff on the daily anyway.

Now I find that if I make sure to take at least the minimum dosage recommended for my condition, my allergy symptoms are minimal, if not entirely absent. So I’ve bought myself a small pail of pure l-ascorbic acid (Vitamin C) crystals, from which I measure out my dose, then dissolve in a small amount of water. Cheap and easy!

Vitamin D: I can’t say I’ve noticed any difference since I’ve started taking it, but apparently my condition (compounded by my location – we don’t get a ton of sun in the PNW) puts me at higher risk of deficiency, so I take a standard daily dose.

Zinc: this one is purported to “boost” the effectiveness of the first two (Vitamins C and D). I’m not totally sold on taking it long-term, because I find that it upsets my stomach a little – but I’m giving it a fair shake.

Local Bee Pollen: this is about as hippie-dippy, crunchy-granola as I get. I’ve had this one recommended to me by a lot of folks I know personally, as something that helps with seasonal allergies, so I decided to try it. The label recommends easing into it, so I’m only taking a few granules per day at present.


Some will argue with me, but I think that sometimes you just. need. carbs. I believe, in the simplest of terms, that what we eat ought to be conducive to what we DO, and vice versa. Me, I don’t usually need carbs, beyond what I get from my usual rotation of fruits and vegetables. But there are those occasions when carbs are the most suitable option – and I like to be prepared for that.

What I’ve put together here is basically a list of all the really concentrated carbs that I actually like – AND that don’t make me feel like crap when I eat them. They’re NOT appropriate for my everyday diet, but they ARE safe for occasional use.

Having this list to reference helps remind me, especially, that I always regret just eating a piece of bread or a bowl of pasta or something like that, on those occasions when I find myself trying to justify it as the quickest and easiest option.


These are all the things that are precluded as a general rule – either because they make me feel like garbage when I eat them, or because they promote gluttony (which in turn makes me feel like garbage), or because avoiding these things is a quick and easy way of disqualifying foods that are best regarded as garbage regardless of what else they have in them.

A note about non-sugar sweeteners: yes, this includes stevia. And sucralose. And xylitol. And, and and. Yup. If it IS sweet and ISN’T a sugar… it’s garbage.


Holy Communion: obviously, Holy Communion is exempt from dietary restriction. The caveat here is that I don’t get to sit at home and eat a whole loaf of bread or a box of crackers on Sunday and call it Holy Communion. It has to be the real deal. That SHOULD go without saying, but you’d be surprised what my brain can try to justify (“on principle”) if I don’t keep it in check.

Special Occasions: birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter… as long as it’s not more than once per month, I let myself eat pretty much anything I want on holidays and special occasions. I don’t find that this sets me back at all.

Indulgences: this is the short list of sweets I’m allowed to have – but only two small bites per day. This typically works out to no more than 10 grams of sugar and about 50 calories. I limit the variety of what is permitted, and only allow myself to choose one sweet per day – never one bite each of two different things. I find that novelty and variety stimulate the appetite, whereas a bite or two of something tasty and familiar is much more likely to abolish stray cravings for other things.


Like I said in my previous post about being FAT, I don’t force myself into strict compliance with all of these guidelines all at once. The point is to do it this way pretty much permanently from here on out. As of today, I’m still eating quite a bit more sugar than I ought to be, for example – though I’ve strictly cut out all of the grains, legumes, and dairy that were really bothering me, and I feel a LOT better for it.


This diet, as I’ve outlined it so far, is NOT a diet that will inherently lead to weight loss, such as a much more carb-restricted/ketogenic style of eating would.

In a nutshell: I don’t do that.

What I will do in the coming days and weeks, once I’ve got myself nicely settled into the broader parameters of my diet, is bust out the kitchen scale – and start counting calories.

Fatty Fat McFatty

I don’t mean to carry on about how fat I am all the time, really I don’t.

But it’s such a BROAD subject. (GET IT?!?!?) Always provides AMPLE opportunity for WELL-ROUNDED discourse.

No, seriously. It’s time for me to buckle down and get my diet in order.

Once upon a time, I lost a hundred pounds. I’ve gained about fifty of them back since I fell ill back in the Summer of 2017. I haven’t been able to exercise much, and my diet went to crap along with pretty much everything else. More than just gaining weight, I’ve lost quite a lot of muscle tone, and this is responsible for a lot of aches and pains that make me feel OLD.

I’ve learned a lot since receiving genetic confirmation of my EDS (Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome) diagnosis that has helped me make sense of this.

The long and short of it is that NO, it’s NOT fair that I’ve suddenly found myself feeling like a creaky old grandma in my early thirties – next to my peers who are fatter and more sedentary and drink and do drugs and still prance around like little whippersnappers with tight skin and healthy joints. I mean, shucks, it’s not FAIR that I literally NEVER had a “tight” body in the first place – but that’s what I’ve got to work with. I tell myself it helps keep me humble.

I was worried for a long time that the neuroborreliosis might have done some irreparable neurological damage – and the truth is that there might be SOME – but I’ve recovered most of my functionality through physical therapy, so I’m fairly optimistic about getting pretty much back to where I was eventually, with enough discipline and focus.

I feel pretty hopeful, actually, that many of my little dysfunctions and discomforts that are attributable to the EDS can be managed fairly effectively with diet. Losing weight is the BIGGEST thing (hahahahaha lol), obviously.

When I lost weight and got in shape the first time around, everyone asked me how I did it. People were really impressed, because once I got started it was a very steady and constant progression. They all wanted to know what my “secret” was.

The secret is that there IS no secret. There is no “one easy trick.”

It IS very SIMPLE in principle, however: I narrow my diet down to a set rotation of foods that fulfill a particular macro- and micro-nutritional profile that works well for me and gradually work toward eating as little as I can get away with. I also drink lots of plain water, walk everywhere I possibly can, and I force myself to work up an uncomfortable sweat for at least a couple hours total out of each week. That’s all it really takes. Lost a hundred pounds in about two years, and kept it off until I got knocked on my butt by chronic illness.

But I’ve already done it before! Hypothetically, it should be easier this time around. I also have a few more tricks up my sleeve this round – like a better understanding of how my body actually moves (spoilers: it is highly atypical), and how to correct my form and properly support my joints. I also have a newly-discovered appreciation for nutritional supplementation. I’ve always been a bit skeptical of “supplements” – but have found a few that seem to make a noticeable difference for me – for the better.

In my next post, I’m going to put together an outline of what my diet actually looks like, and talk about the (select few) supplements I’ve decided to incorporate – and why.

One really important thing, for ME at any rate, is BABY STEPS. So just in case anyone out there is nutty enough to want to try my regimen for themselves… please understand that “my regimen” is something meant to be eased into – because it’s meant to be permanent. YMMV, but for me, a stepped approach offers the best shot at long-term success. In truth, the “secret” to my method, if it could be called that, is that it’s a system – not a set of rules and goals. Every component of that system is worth taking the time to establish firmly before moving on to the next. I don’t try to do it all at once.

Don’t ask me if my diet is “keto-friendly” or “gluten-free” or “paleo” or “low carb” or “whole food” or any other such nonsense. I don’t spend my time or money on stupid, trendy, mostly-meaningless words and labels — and neither should you.

I also do NOT believe in strictly and completely eliminating ANY ACTUAL FOOD from the diet, unless it is something that reliably causes distress to the body’s systems even in minimal quantities — such as in the case of allergies and digestive intolerances.

Obvious disclaimer is obvious: I am not a nutritionist or a doctor. I can’t give anyone else nutritional advice and I won’t try or pretend to do anything of the sort. I can only tell you what works for ME.

Mass Depopulation Events

This is something I’ve been thinking about for months, and this pandemic is only throwing fuel on the fires of my contemplation.

The thing is this: every so often, throughout known history, a whole bunch of people have to die.

No matter what sorts of technological or social structures we put in place, this seems to be a hard and inescapable rule.

This is why I’ve never bought into the hype about anthropogenic climate change – it’s pretty obvious to me that when humans reproduce and consume beyond the threshold that is sustainable, SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN that kills a bunch of them off.

War. Famine. Pestilence. Disaster. Disease.

In ages past, people understood this phenomenon in the context of “angry gods” who required large-scale human sacrifice (population control) for their appeasement. Human sacrifice was a way of ensuring that harvests and rains would be sufficient – effectively by way of limiting the population to a number that can sustainably live off of the natural resources available in any given area of settlement.

Today, people STILL understand this phenomenon in the context of angry gods, more or less – rebranded as “nature” and “science” – which require large-scale human sacrifice for the implementation of their “scientific” population-control models which are aimed at mitigating, or avoiding entirely, the natural consequences of unchecked population growth and unchecked resource consumption. The key difference being an overwhelming shift in sacrificial demographics – namely, the shift from conscious (if not necessarily voluntary) sacrifice of the already-born, to the unconscious sacrifice of the unborn.

Something I’ve repeated a million times, grumbling under my breath in response to people who usually look at me like I’m crazy, is that humans seem bent on working on the wrong end of every problem.

This is perhaps one of the most fundamental problems which faces humanity today. Even if you don’t believe in God, the idea of limiting the size of a population by killing new growth in lieu of pruning away that which is closest to death can ONLY have the effect of slowly killing the entire population. The rate of decay exceeds the rate of regeneration.

People seem to have it in their heads that by selectively sacrificing new life, they can somehow halt the decay of old age, and at the same time eliminate or reduce the incidence of mass-depopulation events.

This isn’t a new idea – it’s only a new FORMAT. Prenatal Termination of Life (and, to an extent, all contraception technology) is the latest trend in human sacrifice.

And it does. not. work.

It undermines the adaptive mechanisms of human biology. Period.

What does NOT undermine the adaptive mechanisms of human biology is for the old, the frail, the terminally ill, etc. to die and to more or less become fertilizer for future generations.

This is the natural order of things; an order which will continue to dictate the terms of our existence, no matter how hard we try to circumvent the consequences of our own mortality by hastening those of others. It is a losing strategy which leaves us systemically weak, both quantitatively AND qualitatively, in the face of the ultimate consequences of unsustainable behavior and consumption on the society level.

From a “faith” perspective – this sort of pandemic illness is the righteous consequence of the hubris that created the global systems which have allowed it to explode into nearly every population. Big-picture, it’s like a microcosm of the fall of man.

I’m not totally convinced yet that this will be “the big one.” I’m not totally convinced that this virus is not actually ITSELF a deliberately engineered mechanism of population-control-by-involuntary-human-sacrifice. At this point I’m just waiting and watching to see how things shake out.

But at BEST, all I can really say is that “the big one” is still lurking somewhere around the corner.

You can still run… for now. But you can’t hide.

Pardon My French

Dear World,

Never let it be said that I am above clinging to dogmatic and incorrect teachings if they suit me well enough.

My mother taught me as a girl that it would be appropriate to begin swearing when I was able to do so with grace and style. I know there are MANY people who do not think it EVER stylish or graceful for a lady to swear – but here’s the thing:

I am not a goddamned lady. I was born into the peasant class, and here I have been my entire life. So please, kindly, do not mistake me for a woman of high or noble birth as would be subject to such requirements of etiquette. I’ve enjoyed exactly none of the privileges that go along with that gig, so if you want me to play at being one of those girls, you can go eat a whole bag of dicks.