When I was young I saw a commercial (haven't we all).
A man in a blue cape, with a big "A" sewed onto his shirt, rested against a phone booth. Another guy was frantic, there was clearly emergency. The frantic man asked the super hero who he was.
The super heroes response?
"I'm super Apathy. I have all the powers of superman, just none of the desire to use them."
Sometimes I feel like this. I majored in Biology and Physics for undergraduate and Molecular Biology for Graduate school. I have spent time studying natural medicines and herbs. No one is more equipped to fight diabetes than I am.
And yet here we are. I would prefer to eat pasta than to eat my vegetables. I prefer my food fried that broiled. I prefer to stop at mcdonalds than to make a home cooked meal. I am super apathy.
Or at least I was, but yesterday I stuck to my diet. I did not cave to my cravings, I began my journey back to healthy.
And I welcome you to join me, by taking the first step.
Hydrate yourself.
Water is the reason that life exists on Earth. It is also the start of curing yourself of the majority of diseases on the planet.
Diabetes is a disease of excess sugar in your blood, blood that is made mostly of water. If you increase your water intake, then you can dilute the sugar levels. Your sugar levels are a ratio of sugar to blood volume. By increasing the volume of blood in your system you can help to mitigate some of the effects of diabetes.
Additionally, your kidneys, the bodies filtration system, are utilized excessively in diabetics. Water helps to dilute the urine, making it easier for the kidneys to filter. If you have already started to experience kidney failure then remaining hydrated is one of the best ways to restore your kidney to its original function. The average female shoud drink 9 glasses of water a day and the average male should drink 13 glasses of water a day. As a diabetic sticking to these standards will increase both the quality and the quantity of your life.
To your health
Folami
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Not working out
So, clearly I haven't been posting, which means I haven't been dieting-- or readjusting my food choices.
Sigh...
This is hard.
Well let's start over. My name is Folami Morris and I am a foodaholic. Yes, a foodahoolic. It started when I was young. I had a great dad.. well I still have a great dad, I don't know why I said that in the past tense. Our family was a health food family. Every meal was home cooked and perfectly balanced. It was cooked with love and our bodies' best interest in mind.
I hated it.
It was such a nightmare. My friends got to eat fast food daily. They rarely had home cooked meals and their idea of a balanced dinner was fries with their hamburger of coke. Fries are potatoes after all.
Where does my father fit into this? I'm getting there.
When I was 12 I ended up attending this extremely prestigious high school. I went from the worst school in the state to one of the most prestigious schools in the country. I completely tanked. I was floundering. I had always been so smart and now it felt like I couldn't do anything right. A teacher took interest in helping me and slowly my grades began to rise.
And every time I got an A my wonderful father would take me to Mcdonald's.
When I was sad because I didn't do well, my dad would take me to Mcdonald's.
And that's how it started. Bad food was my reward. It was a reward for doing well and it was my mental booster when I was down.
Food is literally my everything. And not just any type of food, but bad food.
It is time for class, but my next post will be about making a change, because this is not working out. I know how to cure my body. I just need the willpower to do it.
Folami Morris
Sigh...
This is hard.
Well let's start over. My name is Folami Morris and I am a foodaholic. Yes, a foodahoolic. It started when I was young. I had a great dad.. well I still have a great dad, I don't know why I said that in the past tense. Our family was a health food family. Every meal was home cooked and perfectly balanced. It was cooked with love and our bodies' best interest in mind.
I hated it.
It was such a nightmare. My friends got to eat fast food daily. They rarely had home cooked meals and their idea of a balanced dinner was fries with their hamburger of coke. Fries are potatoes after all.
Where does my father fit into this? I'm getting there.
When I was 12 I ended up attending this extremely prestigious high school. I went from the worst school in the state to one of the most prestigious schools in the country. I completely tanked. I was floundering. I had always been so smart and now it felt like I couldn't do anything right. A teacher took interest in helping me and slowly my grades began to rise.
And every time I got an A my wonderful father would take me to Mcdonald's.
When I was sad because I didn't do well, my dad would take me to Mcdonald's.
And that's how it started. Bad food was my reward. It was a reward for doing well and it was my mental booster when I was down.
Food is literally my everything. And not just any type of food, but bad food.
It is time for class, but my next post will be about making a change, because this is not working out. I know how to cure my body. I just need the willpower to do it.
Folami Morris
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