I couldn’t help but think to myself “well lovely, my body is poisoning itself.” This kind of realization makes you consider your choices a little more carefully. What to eat, when to exercise, etc. The next realization I had was that we are always poisoning ourselves. We just don’t admit it until it’s too late or we get a diagnosis. The food I’ve eaten and the alcohol I binged on was poisoning me all along. Regardless of any metabolic disorder. I just never thought of it that way. I always assumed I could fix it later. “Someday I’m going to exercise and eat right.”
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Some of my earliest and fondest memories were of my folks sitting with company in the living room, drinking beer, laughing, and having a really good time. It was a very relaxed atmosphere. The TV was off, us kids were ordered to be still and quiet and not detract from the visit. There were no cell phones back then and the land line phone (yes that is phone, singular) never rang anyway. It always struck me as a very comfortable environment. It was this type of setting and environment that I always envisioned myself hosting and taking part in as an adult. That’s not how it worked out for me.