Shut the f*ck up!

So this is the comment someone left me right before I left for Hawaii a few weeks ago. The anonymous commenter went on to let me know that it is not a parent’s fault their kid is fat. That anonymous’ parents are both obese and that anonymous partakes in cheez-its and granola bars every day and is not fat. This anonymous commenter goes on to tell me how they work out all the time and it just takes “discipline” in working out and that my blog is bullshit.

So the first thing I did after reading this was chuckle; and then I deleted it. That is the great thing about having a blog. It’s MINE. I can delete the useless shit than any commenter leaves, or if someone wants to be an uneducated asshole as is in this case.

So “Anonymous” and I really think that it is precious that you tell me to “shut the fuck up” and can’t even post your name. You are what I like to call a “telephone tough guy”. All tough behind your computer or phone but in person you are for lack of better term a “weenie”.

But Anonymous I’d like to give you a little education on why I won’t “shut the fuck up” and why perhaps you should do a little research before you go spouting diarrhea of the mouth.



I know at 13 or 14 which I am guessing is your age you think you know everything – I’ll just go ahead and let you know up front your life tool box contains how to tie your shoes, “Grapes of Wrath”, brushing your teeth and wiping your ass. Best to practice the two ears one mouth rule and listen twice as much as you spout off.

So (boy can I say “so” one more time? Really…SO…..) in your pancreas you have these fancy little things called beta cells and alpha cells. Beta cells produce a hormone called insulin. Insulin is what scoops the excess glucose (ALL carbohydrates you eat, to include your cheez-its and granola bars, Anonymous, turn into glucose in your body) out of your blood and stores it as fat in your fat cells. You can only have one teaspoon of glucose in your blood stream at one time. And just for a reference look at the picture above – that’s how many teaspoons of sugar are in a can, bottle and 2 liter of coke. Cool, huh! Do you drink soda too, Anonymous?


So back to your beta cells. When you are young your organs are generally pretty resilient. You can, and our youth do, abuse the shit out of them and they can “bounce” back. This abuse is not strictly for the beta cells in your pancreas, but also includes your thyroid gland that produces hormones to that keep your body fat in check, your internal body temperature regulated, cleans your blood of toxins, your stomach which produces acid (and wheat products like your awesome cheez-its, have something called lectin which causes inflammation and eventual tears in your stomach lining – which can allow that cool stomach acid to leak through your body! Cool huh, eat up!) your liver secretes bile and metabolizes glucose and detoxifies harmful stuff by removing it from your blood. All these organs and hormones have to work correctly for you to have proper “metabolism” of foods and maintain a healthy weight. I hear people refer a lot to their metabolism. It is usually in reference that it is slow or doesn’t work properly and they use this phrase in a form of an excuse. Piss poor.

But as you age and this varies person to person, for me I saw a definite difference in my “metabolism” at age 30. Where having bread, chocolate, pepsi and other “treats” really slowed down my digestion in the form of constipation; I felt sluggish and started to get fat around my middle. However, (comma, pause for effect) some people experience this “lack” of metabolism as early as childhood. Or what REALLY started to happen are their hormones and glands stop working properly because of the foods that are consumed, i.e. wheat, and sugar. Like cheez-its and granola bars! Ding, ding, ding!

So Anonymous Commenter, what is probably happening in your case is that your organs are resilient because you are young. Your parents who are obese are not so lucky. After years of abuse of eating shitty food, just like you eat now, their beta cells have died off and they are probably insulin resistant with elevated glucose levels making their blood thick which causes them to get fatter with every cheez-it and granola bar and they are tired and fatigued all the time. See what you have to look forward to!! Eat up – maybe you should practice some discipline in what you put in your mouth, eh?

And sorry, I don’t care how much “discipline” you have in your workouts, when your glucose levels are too high you get so tired you don’t want to move much. When all the hormones and glands in your body work properly getting up and moving is easy, it’s what you WANT to do, what your body is designed to do.

I tried to dumb-down “how your body works” for you; I hope I was successful. If not f*ck off and find another blog or at least have the balls to post your name if you comment.

Snowflakes

If I had to pick a shape to describe myself I’d go with a cool abstract snowflake. A snowflake with lots of complex lines, and circles, and didn’t match any nother snowflake. It takes a lot of energy being a snowflake in a world of conformed round holes. I view these holes kind of like dumb-down boxes with nice, neat labels slapped on. Being different takes energy and you spend most of your time frustrated. It seems no one has energy these days. No surprise to it but my theory is diet. Our government has us submissively strung out on wheat. It’s hard to argue when the same receptors that become addicted to cocaine in your brain are addicted to English muffins and 100 calorie snack packs. Ahhh, that taste of fresh baked bread…so buttery, and warm just melts in your mouth…it tastes just like….being brain dead. Yeah, I said it, bread makes you stupid, it also makes you sick, fat and lazy. Don’t agree? Or pissed off about that? Quit reading my blog then – it is called “I AM PALEO” for an effin reason.

And if you haven’t taken a look around lately our society is a mess. Our population is more sick, aged and obese than it is young, healthy and athletic. We have more 13 year old obese teenagers with shorter life expectancy than athletic, healthy 13 year olds walking around. What does that say for the longevity of our economy? What happens when you have more people on disability than working?

I like to ask questions. I don’t ever take “they” say as fact. I am utterly amazed when I am trying to have a conversation about a topic and I watch someone glaze over when I talk about the nitty gritty details of the topic; they just want to know what “they” say. Baffling!

Each day I am slapped in the face with a new reminder that society is turning into a cesspole of average, mediocre hum drum round circles or worse, lazy, weak pegs that breed and leach off our tax dollars. Being a snowflake has my finger on the pulse of our economy; military and government being run into the ground. How do you appease yourself to the fact that the government is bankrupt yet we allow individuals to remain on unemployment and welfare year after year paying for their homes, their meals at McDonalds, their cigarettes, their tanning sessions (yep, no restriction government access card way to fucking go!) and all they are required to do is act self entitled and have babies they have no intention of raising properly?

These people are allowed to remain on these government programs year after year and they have no intention of being self efficient. They have no intention of getting a job they have to work hard at and make fewer wages than they do on unemployment.

I cannot accept suffocating those who work hard and if that doesn’t work, then they work really hard and they especially work hard when no one is watching or clapping and praising them so they can pay for those squandering with their hands out in expectation that because they have a pulse they deserve something. Because I am a snowflake I lack empathy, I trust few people; my humility grows with my education and life experiences; and my respect for “they” is completely gone.

I am a nonconformist, a misfit in these views. I am not afraid to piss someone off because of my views. We have a 21-year old girl with a kid strung out on crack cocaine attacking a 60 year old man with a knife over the last crack rock. The 60 year old is slashed over 10 times while the child observes this spectacle. All three are on government disability and assistance. Explain to me why my tax dollars, at 37 percent of my paycheck, are paying for these two to fight over a crack rock in their government paid for apartment; the attorney’s fees so that this good-for-nothing parasite is back on the street; the expensive medical care it will take to sew back together this humpty dumpty society-leech; and of course, last but certainly not least, the cost to put the child into a foster home until the courts put the child back into the custody it's breeder.

Don’t like that story?

How about the guy who can’t stop drinking and driving, finally loses his license and can’t work because his job requires him to drive, his place of employment cannot employ him without his license and he claims AND receives unemployment! The employer appeals and the state tells the employer they have no case, they should have given the drunk another job that didn’t require a license.

These stories are in plethora. All the while Entertainment Tonight reports that President Obama is nervous about the Chicago Bears upcoming football season as he vacations in Martha’s Vineyard. Nice. Sometimes I wish my snowflake would just melt into a nice, neat round hole. Maybe I could stop fussing so much and worrying about what this world is going to be like for my daughters and just enjoy a few donuts and a caramel macchiato latte.

Nah, fuck that. Welcome to the Land of Misfit toys.

Self Expression

Self expression comes in many forms: tattoos, dress, hair color, hair styles, piercings, and speech. Lately I’ve encountered a few noticeable prejudices against freedom of my self-expression. This was odd that I noticed it now; though, 10 years ago I noticed them all.

I won’t go into those prejudices because they are irrelevant. What I wanted to blog about is the self expression part.

There is a great sense of equality these days, that everyone is the same, everyone should be treated the same, and equally. That’s bullshit; everyone is not the same – why would you want to tell your children that? If everyone is equal then how do you explain to them the difference between the 80# living Barbie doll in their class to their 100# female warrior without creating insecurity? There are winners and losers, and not everyone is a winner. There are people that are attracted to the 80# Barbie and people that are attracted to the 100# female warrior. In my opinion the 100# female warrior is much more useful than Barbie. Your only skill-set being looking cute, having a great manicure, perfectly placed hair and a 22” waist really doesn’t serve a purpose in the real world…real life isn’t a reality show.

Self expression is often viewed as some selfish individual phenomenon…..and it is. But this selfish phenomenon creates stimulation, direction and a personal trust in oneself. Self expression is freedom, creativity, style, courage, self-assurance, personal healing and spirituality. This is a strong person.

My grandfather, who I love dearly but is severely close minded, assumes because I have tattoos that I know or will instinctively get along with someone else that has tattoos. That’s precious. The point that he misses about my self-expression is that when you have the balls to be self expressive your need for a social support system is slim. I don’t need a pack of wolves to run with to verify my views. I generally run side by side with a great man I tricked into marrying me ;-).

Speech: being able to say what you mean and want to say. But I don’t mean just communicate verbally but having the character to back it up. Speech is actually one of my biggest annoyances. I’d much rather prefer a thoughtful and self-disciplined silence. Most of the time when I talk with someone they practice relatively great caution because the potential negative social implications, so why are you talking?

Your potential is reduced when you stifle your self-expression. A friend I work with told me when he saw my new tattoo that he would never get a tattoo because he wouldn’t want people to think critically of him in his job. He told me he has spent a lifetime building his reputation and one tattoo would ruin it for years. Wow, this truly saddens me; to stifle your individualism for the sake of others is a meaningless and illogical journey . My job will never be that important to me. When I die the last thing people will remember is what I did at this desk, pushing paper from one side to the other; sending emails; regurgitating reports and memos.