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Sugar...friend or foe? (Part 3)

6/24/2017

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Mike and Ike were all too happy to celebrate with me…

Man, can they throw a party.  Many like to drink (so do I, that may be part of the reason I am the way I am too), but sugar, the chewy centered glossy hard coated kind, that’s my real release.  Two pills a day, I’m armed, dangerous and ready to eat anything…and there is nobody out there really giving you the dangers of the stuff.  Sure, they will tell you about fat, trans fat, saturated fat, bacon, and how they are bad for the waist line.  But there aren’t as many willing to share the dangers of sugar and how they sneak High Fructose Corn Syrup (HFCS) into any food product that can be processed and many that are not.

After a month on the Lipitor, it was time to go back to the lab.  I was happy to know that at this point my cholesterol was “beautiful” according to my doctor.  So I asked, “Can I come off the statin?”

“Oh no,” said the doctor.  “You’re going to be on that for quite a while!" 

"A while…Quite A While?"  That is hard to define and my doctor (and as I said before, friend and work associate) didn’t quite elaborate into the relative permanence of "Quite A While!"  But through a little reading and some listening I was getting the picture.

The big picture, well it was still blurry.  I never thought I felt bad, was rarely under the weather, yet, I keep getting this information that I was unhealthy.  Then I look at a Body Mass Index (BMI) Calculator, the slap to the face was hard and left red palm and finger impressions.  29.7…this skinny waif, who could eat everything in sight for years, was now borderline obese.  So, I got to looking at this whole BMI thing.  You see, a guy named Lambert Adolphe Jacques Quetelet developed this formula based on height and weight to pretty much let doctors know how fat somebody might be...the irony is Quetelet had no apparent medical training at all, he was a astronomer, mathematician, statistician and sociologist (maybe back then that was similar to an MD).  Further ironic (possibly) is this whole obesity thing, Quetelet lived in Belgium in the early 19th-century, it tells you this obesity thing is not necessarily a modern concept, even in Europe.  There is no exception for muscular people, but let us face the facts…we Americans are fat arses and we don’t seem to be getting any slimmer (sorry if you feel as if you have been called out…but it is what it is…you muscular people, well I guess there is some parallax, but Arnold sure isn’t epitome of health these days, is he?)

So, excessively overweight, chemically enhanced healthy blood pressure and lipid profile, and a father-to-be has some concerns.  I turn to Mike and Ike.  Why not?  They’re a "fat free food” it says so right on the box I got from the aisle right in the center of the grocery store…

AGAIN…TO BE CONTINUED…
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Sugar...friend or foe? (Part 2)

11/27/2016

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…the damage has begun.

In May of 2004, with an impending wedding 2-months away (impending is not a word of doom in this case…it is one of the 3 finest accomplishments in my life) I decided to have a routine physical; the first in many years.  I was just getting ready to turn 30, getting married, life ahead of me, and this was the first complete check-up I had in probably 12 years (that is just a less than educated guess).  Well, the news wasn’t all positive.  Chest x-ray and EKG were good; my blood pressure…154/92, my weight…213, my total cholesterol…270 (that was phoned to me 2 days later, I specifically remember getting the voicemail on the 16th tee box at the Cardinal Club).  

That wasn’t everything, upon routine inspection of my eyes I had something known as capillary nicking (pressure from one blood vessel pushes on another blood vessel, indenting or “nicking” the overlapping blood vessel.  A sign of untreated hypertension, but as I understand it, correctable in time under “normal” blood pressure conditions.  Mine…not so normal.

This was a moment in my life where I should be feeling pretty good about my self.  However, those few days left me, well, feeling a little low. Ending up on Benicar for my blood pressure and a 6-month ultimatum to get my cholesterol in check or else, another prescription. My future wife even got her jabs in at me calling me “Cheese Boy.”  But I had friends and they were on sale at CVS for $1, Hot Tamales.  Those Just Born guys always have a way of brightening my day…even for a short time. 

Now mind you, I am a medical professional, I’m supposed to understand the importance of nutrition.  I sure did understand it…to to point of gaining 12 more pounds (that I know about) in 6-months.  I also trusted the commercials on TV, as well.  Oatmeal, the Quakers say it was “guaranteed” to lower your cholesterol.  I liked the Quaker Instant Oatmeal, the maple and brown sugar kind…not the McCann’s Steel Cut Irish Oats (better choice…but humans may not be native grain eaters…another topic for another day) that I now know to be more beneficial to the lipid profile.  Also, those Florida-boys at Minute Made make this orange juice with “added” plant sterols to “lower” cholesterol…boy that stuff is good!  It has to be good for you too, it says it right on the carton!

Everyday, for 6-months, I was on the “juice” and the “grain.”  Back to the lab.  Two days after my small donation of blood, I got a phone call from my physician (also a respected work associate and most importantly, a friend) and his quote went, “Brad, I don’t know what kind of diet you have been on, but you’ve successfully increased your total cholesterol, where would you like me to call your prescription in to?”  I don’t remember the number he gave me, still only 3 digits, but let’s just say, my eyes were opened and my turning on the road to health was more of a spin out than a turn around.

So, armed with Benicar and Lipitor, I was dangerous…I can eat anything I want now.  The oat growers and the orange pickers didn’t do anything for me, but Daiichi-Sankyo and Pfizer are bringing me to the promised land of great health.  I lived this fallacy for a while, then around February of 2005, this overweight, hypertensive hyperlipidemiac known as ME, was told that he as going to be a father (this is the second of my finest accomplishments).

Wonderful news, I was thrilled, and my friends Mike and Ike were all too happy to celebrate with me…
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TO BE CONTINUED…EVEN FURTHER…
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Sugar...friend or foe? (Part 1)

11/12/2016

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Sugar…what is it?  Well, let’s talk about what we know.  It tastes good…it causes cavities…it tastes good…it causes bad breath…it tastes good…it makes you hyper…it tastes good…it gives you a belly ache…it tastes good…its addictive…it tastes good…it makes you fat…it tastes good…it raises LDL cholesterol…it tastes good…
Do you see a trend.  I’m a recovering sugar addict and I lose the battle at least once a month.  I’m doing well, I train hard trying to climb out of the top ¼ to the top 1/5.  I make gains, I get hungry, I taste something sweet, and there you have it…BAM!!!  Another 1-pound box of Hot Tamales, gone…

If you were to look at me, you’d never guess it.  Eleven short years ago, I was  fat (well, fat may not be how I would be defined, but 75-pounds heavier…yes my high school comrades that picked on me for being skinny…it can happen to all of us).  A much sloppier version of the twerp of a child, adolescent, and young adult that I struggled with and a very different image of the person you see today (a guy that still consumes 4000-calories on any given day; much healthier calories…USUALLY!).

I tipped the scales at over 225 pounds, not terrible, especially when I struggled to gain weight through my “twerp” years in which I discuss a sentence or two ago.  How did I get there?  We’ll, I ate, drank soda after soda, and you guessed it my all to coercive friends at Just Born (Mike, Ike, and Jolly Joe cooking up some Hot Tamales).  And, they aren’t to blame, I’m the guy who wanted to hang out with these guys, they are just doing what they do best…providing a little comfort for my insatiable need to consume sugar.

Just Born, Inc…I do not blame you, you have to make your money and I gave you plenty over the years.
Getting there (that 225-pound slob) ended up the being pretty easy…getting away from there, well, the weight went away, but the damage…
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TO BE CONTINUED…
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