Cure Diabetes Naturally . . . With Meat

You know . . . Accountability is huge.

On May 16, 2010, the city sewer backed up in our house. Over 250 gallons of sewer water was pumped out of our basement. The clean up crew came in and cut out all of the contaminated carpet and dry wall. Because it was the city’s fault, they were going to pay for everything . . . the demolition, the clean up and the restoration. It was a city contractor who caused the problem. The contractor’s insurance company is trying to get out of paying for it. Long story short, our basement is still torn apart.

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Seriously . . . I think I had a hallucination. You might recall a post I made a few weeks back called Mars Bars! Really? In that blog post I told you about the “come back” of the Mars Bar right at the early part of my diet. They were all over Wal-Mart. I just happened to be at Wal-Mart today, and while standing in line, I was looking at the candy bars (looking . . . not touching). I then recalled the mountain of Mars Bars on that I encountered weeks back and noticed that it was gone.

I thought that was strange since there were, literally, hundreds of them. I then began looking around to see where they were. I couldn’t find them. I then checked several other check outs . . . nothing. I then started looking in the candy section and the register end-caps . . . nothing.

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. . . Big Shirts.

Not just big shirts physically, but also economically. The average Joe will spend no more than about $20 bucks for a nice looking dress shirt. However, the fat Joe will spend on average $40.00. I just bought 4 new shirts recently at $40.00 bucks a pop, and those were the “cheap shirts.” With taxes, the total price was $186 bucks. I could’ve bought 150 McDonald’s double cheeseburgers with that money!

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I’m a fan of Bacon. I think we all know that. By the way, I mean that literally too. Check out the Bacon Fan Page on Facebook. Yes. I’m a fan. I’ve even been shown by a facebook friend a Bacon Brownie Recipe. Of course, I have and will refrain from indulging, but you’ve gotta admit, that looks pretty tasty. On the food network, when ever someone is cooking for a judge, extra points are always given for including Bacon in the recipe.

And believe it or not, in the short term Bacon has some fat burning properties if eaten with minimal carbs. Ah the pig . . . a natural way to cure diabetes . . . a natural way to lose weight, and hear me now and believe me later . . . a natural way to cure seizures. Check out this article someone showed me about Naturally Curing (or reducing) seizures with Bacon and Butter!

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First things first . . . for those who do not “get” the title of this post, your first step is to watch this video:

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It’s a conspiracy. My all time favorite candy bar as a kid was A Mars Bar. I haven’t seen them forever. I just kind of figured that the Snickers With Almonds replaced them. But suddenly I decide to give up sugar and what becomes ubiquitous? That’s right . . . Mars Bars. They’re freakin’ everywhere! Must . . .  control  . . . self . . .

So here’s an odd thing. My pants are looser than they’ve been in a while. My belt is almost ready to get a new hole, but I actually weigh 3 pounds more today than I did a few days ago. So my theory is that my body is a socialist. Rather than getting rid of the weight, it’s merely redistributing it. So while my belly is getting smaller as evidenced by my loose pants, some other part of me must be getting bigger. I haven’t found out what yet. Maybe it’s my feet . . . my shoes have felt a little tight lately.

Anyway, I’d better find it soon . . . it’s quite annoying to be on a diet and not lose weight even though I feel like I’m losing weight. That can be discouraging, and when you’re my size, it takes about 20 or 30 lost (or redistributed) pounds before someone notices. The conversation goes something like this:

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Can you believe that’s me?! That was 1994. Back then, not only was I in good shape, but I also had hair! Seeing this picture again after all these years reminds me that I can do this. I can be as I once was. Some of you, however, may be thinking “How can I relate with this guy? He used to be skinny, but I’ve always been fat, always struggled with my weight. He’s not like me.” You’d be wrong if you think that. As far as I can remember I have been overweight. As a young kid I was pudgy and on up into high school and beyond. When I wanted to join the Navy, they rejected me because I was too fat.

So I worked with my recruiter and I went on a crash diet and exercise program.  Part of the deal to get into the Navy is your waist measurement. When I went on the diet and tried to get in again, I still wasn’t quite there, but the girl taking my measurements told me to suck my gut in . . . that still wasn’t enough. Then she pulled the tape measure tight to squeeze my stomach still further . . . still not quite there.

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Alright folks. It begins in only a few hours. I’m a night owl. I usually go to bed around 3:30 or 4:00 AM which means that I usually eat around midnight or 1:00 AM. I just had my last supper . . . Double Cheeseburgers, Chicken McNuggets, French Fries and a Hot Fudge Sunday all from the clown arches. Let’s hope that’s the last time I eat something like for a long time. I’ll be eating eggs for breakfast (no carbs) in just a few short hours. Then later on this evening will be my first report.

Wish me luck!

The thought of never eating another McDonald’s Double Cheeseburger actually (all kidding aside) frightens me. That’s kind of freaky when you think about it. I mean seriously, what’s a better trade than 1oo and 6 pennies for juicy, delicious, yummy, greasy onions, pickles, cheese and meat! It’s one of my favorite sinful little treats, and I’m warning myself right now that if I cheat, it will be with a McDouble. So please keep me away from McDonalds.