ZVUGKTUBM wrote:I am just glad the only addiction I suffer from is my milk-chocolate addiction. And, I am trying to break that bad habit because the fructose in sugar is toxic to the human body.
I did have two coca-cola's today---so I bombarded my body with exposure to high-fructose corn syrup. I must go on the wagon and have no sodas for the next week. Meanwhile, the desk drawer next to my work-station where I kept my chocolate stash is empty. Last night, I was really jonesing for a chocolate bar, but I held fast against giving-in.
Last Christmas, my daughter gave me a case of 24 Christopher's Big Cherry bars (can't buy 'em here). I still have two left, and they are hidden in my dresser. I am gonna eat 'em, but I will wait until I really get desperate.
I am hoping in the end that when I make my annual trek to the VA early next year for blood work that with less fructose exposure, my blood chemistry will look better, and things like cholesterol will show an improvement. Fructose works to promote all of the common diseases that affect people in their old age.
Z,
I was as healthy as a horse (although I have no idea how healthy horse's are) for 64 years. That's even more than four score and seven years ago.
I'm not sure exactly how long that is. "Score" is not exactly a modern word. But it's a LONG fucking time. I don't even need that prick Lincoln to know that.
Anyway, what was my point. Well my point is that after a long long time, all of a sudden I got two cancers are the same time.
Fuck, I thought I was invincible. I'd skated for 64 fucking years. How was I to know that in the twilight of that 64th year, I would face my mortality.
Your time's coming. Everybody's time's coming. No matter if you eat wheat germ or you eat whataburgers. No matter what bad or good habits you have.
Death and life go together.
When the day comes that we can stop death, or even delay it for a long time, I would like to be in some limboland (heaven, hell, or whatever), so I can know our species' evolution leads to that.
I don't much give a flying shit about death. I want to know what happens to all of us after I'm gone. So if any religion can promise me that, they can send me to heaven or hell or anywhere of that religion's choosing. I just wanna know what happens. And I don't figure that's too much to ask for. If it is, then it is what it is. But that's my preference.
But while I'm here, I'll defer to my blogger friend Eric Ericson. Who said something I truly respect him for. He said "if you can't help others who can use your help, then life is not worth living".