That would be Jody at Infinite Health.
I feel SO. MUCH. BETTER.
Earlier today, the right side of my trapezius muscle felt like someone was holding a match to it. Burning pain. Not a happy day. The numbness and tingling in my arm were gone, but this was obviously some kind of sick side effect from the traction and the hanging upside down. I’m thinking the bones are slowly moving back to their correct address, but the muscles are slow to catch up.
Since taking a muscle relaxant in the middle of the day today would have totally messed up Little Red Riding Hood‘s Halloween, I called Infinite Health to ask about medical massage. Long story short, I got an appointment less than 30 minutes later. I called my doctor’s office, which was closed for lunch and left a message asking them to please, please, pretty please fax a prescription for massage therapy to Infinite Health before the massage appointment was over. I was willing to pay for the massage no matter what, I’m telling you. But when I came out, the fax was waiting. My Doc is the BEST. I actually did have to pay up front, but we’ll see what the insurance company does. Infinite Health is listed as a provider, along with my new BFF, Jody. Even better? After we deciphered my Doc’s handwriting, do you know what the prescription said?
“Massage Therapy 2x week for 1 month.”
I can do the math on that one baby! EIGHT massages in ONE Month? Now I just need the insurance company to approve it. (oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please.)
I came home and drank LOTS of water to supposedly “flush” out the toxins (lactic acid). Admittedly, there’s controversy about whether this is beneficial, but how can it hurt to drink lots of water? Then I sat in my sauna to sweat it out. Drank more water and went in again.
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my dry sauna. I got it on eBay years ago, when I was working full time and had disposable income. Someone went to a home show and won it, didn’t want it and I snapped it up. It’s my own little 4×6 foot cedar box of paradise.
So in case you’re keeping track:
One ruptured disc
gallons of water
I am competitive. I will win. Ruptured disc. pshh.
The Ghosts are adorable!
I read, therefore I quote.
Today’s quotes come from Well Connected, Power Your Own Soul by Plugging Into Others by Dianna Booher.
“. . . in times of tragedy, even total strangers come to others’ rescue. but what about the tragedies that aren’t apparent to an onlooker – internal, emotional upheavals in our lives? And what about times of “ordinariness?” How closely do we connect with people on a day-in, day-out basis? How often do we get below the surface of our “Hi, how are you?” and “Fine, thank you.” interactions? . . .
. . . Why is connecting with people so vital to our mental, emotional, and spiritual well-being? Because a woman fells more like a woman when she builds and enjoys relationships. Her contentment comes from connecting with other people. As a result, that inner connection makes her more creative, energetic, persuasive, and powerful in the lives of those she can influence for good – her family, her coworkers, and her community. (I believe the same is true for men, by the way. – by JSM)
But the typical woman has so many things vying for her attention that she often misses hearing God’s voice through her relationships. In other words, they compete with, rather than reflect, Gods’ truth. For lack of reflection time, we miss the opportunity to connect others to God’s love and resources. And the most important “connection,” our daily interaction with God, becomes the source of our power to inspire, mold and nurture others . . .
The connecting process is much like photosynthesis. As plants take in sunlight to create nourishment, we take in the behavior and words of people. We filter them through our psyches and systems, drawing nourishment and insight from them while discarding the unusable. As plants need the sun, so we need each other.
As we talk, work and play with others around us, our interactions can lead us to valuable insights about life in general and ourselves in particular. And certainly God can speak to us about our direction and decisions in such encounters . . .
. . . God can teach us much through our daily interactions with other people IF – and that’s a big if – we take the time to listen, consider, learn and obey.”
Both my kids are in school these days. FavoriteSon is in 8th grade and PinkGirl is in 2nd grade. But it wasn’t that long ago that PinkGirl was with me nearly 24/7. I remember. I remember how isolating it could be. How overwhelming it could get. Thanks to my journal, I remember quite a bit. I remember asking myself, “Did I take a shower today?” or maybe even, “Did I take a shower yesterday?” I remember how difficult and overwhelming it was to accomplish even the slightest task. The fragmentation was debilitating. I remember. My house wasn’t fit for visitors, much less inhabitants. My freakish organizational plans often remained just that – plans. When you are so completely responsible for another person (or persons) to the point of bathing and feeding and carrying them everywhere . . . it was a totally different life. (Sometimes resulting in what you see here:
Now, I drop the kids off at school and have at least 6 hours a day to throw at all I want and need to accomplish. Now that my daily life isn’t reactionary (reacting to what my children do), my focus is to make sure I’m spending this newly granted time and energy on the stuff I believe is important. Stuff that supports my personal, spiritual, family and professional goals. I guess my biggest goal is to figure out what I believe is important.
Sure, I work a little more (outside the home) and I clean and I cook and I take care of my family’s “stuff.” More recently (for the last two years), I’ve also begun putting myself on the list on a regular basis. I’ve finally come to a place where I actually BELIEVE that I’m a better wife and mother when I take care of myself. I finally BELIEVE and am motivated to ACTION by the understanding that I don’t want my kids to adopt my previous habits of caring for myself. I want to model and proactively teach my kids to make good nutritional choices and to “move their body” every day. I very much want to have the energy and ability to participate in my family’s activities without physical limitation. But that’s another post.
When my friend was diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer, I realigned my vision. As I became involved in the care group supporting her and her family, I started to see – really see – others. Over the last year, I’ve begun trying to reach outside my own life more. To pay attention to opportunities to serve. To respond to opportunities to serve.
So today, I called my neighbor two doors down and offered to watch her baby while she took some time to get ready for visiting family. I knew she had a lot on her plate today and I had an unexpected, easy, flexible day.
Last night, I had no plans to do this. I picked FirstHusband up from the airport around 11:30 p.m., we got home after midnight and went to bed just before 1:00 a.m. When I got up this morning, I had no plans to do this. I drove the kids to school and took FirstHusband to pick up his truck from the shop (We had some maintenance work done while he was out of town.). When I sat down to the computer this morning, I had no plans to do this. I came home, had some coffee, blogged a little and then, as I was thinking about walking (because, I put myself on my list, remember?), it occurred to me that I could take BabyK on my walk with me.
It was a spur of the moment thing. But I had a nice morning, I think BabyK had fun and I know my neighbor benefited – she flat out told me so. Even though it was a slower pace than normal, I got to walk two miles, Baby K got to touch trees and giant furry spider Halloween decorations and her mom got some stuff done around her house – stuff that is difficult to do when a baby is constantly demanding attention. I even got to do some light cleaning myself. It was a good day.
“By connecting with others, we gain insight, we feel contentment, and we offer comfort and hope for the future.”
It wasn’t the day I planned. But I believe I responded to God’s prompting. So it was a good day.
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FirstHustband “gets” me.
His job requires some travel. Some weeks more than others. Last week, he went up to Ft. Walton on Monday and was supposed to come home Tuesday evening. This in and of itself is annoying because there USED to be a direct flight from Orlando to Ft. Walton on USAir. He USED to be able to go and come back on the same day. NOW, he has to fly Delta through Atlanta. We call Atlanta the “Black Hole of the Delta Quadrant.” Star Trek geeks fans will understand.
Unfortunately, he and his traveling companion missed their flight home Tuesday night, so they rented a car and drove home. Instead of coming straight to the house, he had to drive to the airport to get his truck, about 30 minutes past his exit to our house. Then he had to check in the rental and drive about 45 minutes home. He got in the house after 3:00 a.m. The reason he couldn’t wait for next flight out of Ft. Walton on Wednesday morning was because he was flying out of Orlando AGAIN on Wednesday around noon. I had to drive him to the airport on Wednesday because I put my car in the shop and needed to keep the truck.
So his Wednesday through Friday trip was to Knoxville, Tennessee (and yes, I pronounce it “KNOCKSv’ll, TEN asee”). Since I have the truck, I’m supposed to pick him up from the airport Friday afternoon. Then we are off to the varsity football game, hoping FavoriteSon will get some time on the field even though he’s only an eight grader. Friday morning, I’m on a field trip with PinkGirl and the text messages start coming in at 10:36 a.m.:
Him: “Weather problems getting out of Knoxville. I re-ticketed to a flight landing just before 3:00 p.m. If there is a problem there, I’ll have to drive.”
Me: “Drive from where?”
Me: “What time would you get to Atlanta?”
Him: “Not sure. We’re doing the math now on if we’re better off driving from here (Knoxville). If we drive from here now we’ll be home around 9:00 p.m.”
Me: “Get these mutts away from me.”
Him: “I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore.”
It was an immediate and correct response. Like I said, he totally gets me.
Anyone else “get” me?
Hint: We were talking in song lyrics. Any guesses? (Click HERE to find out what song. )
I spent some time hanging upside down tonight and let me just say . . . ahhhh. My friend Heidi let me borrow her Teeter Hang Ups F5000 Inversion Table and after a few minutes of watching FavoriteSon finagle it into the back of my van, we got it home, adjusted it for my height and weight and I spent some time hanging. Twice. So let me say again. ahhhh.
I went to see my doctor on Thursday, and he believes I have a ruptured disc in my neck. I’ve been on some serious cortosteroids and a nightly muscle relaxant. Before Thursday, there was numbness and tingling from my neck to my fingertips on my right arm and hand. My doctor, an osteopath (they also do chiropractic care) performed some serious neck cracking. And some more. And some more. ahhhh.
His words? “I don’t think there was one bone in your neck that was where it was supposed to be.”
“No more jogging. You can walk. But no more jogging.”
I’m not sure what happened, but I would bet it started with sorting hundreds of books at the Whale of a Sale. Then I upped my cardio workout by including some jogging. I had been walking 3 to 5 miles a few times a week, but for the last four weeks, I’ve been doing interval training. I would jog for about 30 to 45 seconds to increase my heart rate and then walk for a few minutes. Rinse and repeat a few times in my 30 to 60 minute walk and I thought I was doing pretty well. I was jogging longer without wimping out. Unfortunately, my neck and arm pain, the numbness and the tingling were getting progressively worse. And for some stupid reason, I didn’t make the connection.
The neck, shoulder and arm pain aren’t new. I have arthritis in my neck, stemming from an old MBA injury. It was 1994. There was a full book bag hanging on one shoulder and a prehistoric laptop (which weighed as much as a dinosaur) hanging from the other shoulder. There was wrenching and pain. A doctor visit and muscle relaxants. Over the years, there have been stupid choices, resulting in a few days of rest (on muscle relaxants). And for the last few years, there’s been arthritis.
But the numbness and tingling made me nervous. Doc says that if I’m not feeling better in 10 days, I have to have an MRI. I HATE those. Listening to a jack hammer while I’m trapped in a torpedo tube is NOT my idea of a good time. If I have to have one, I’m finding one of those open MRI places.
But I digress and the muscle relaxant is kicking in. What was I saying again?
I remember. I’m going to do EVERYTHING I’m supposed to do to heal. I’m taking the cortosteroids and the muscle relaxant. I’m not jogging or jumping on a pogo stick or doing anything “jarring” to the neck. I’m using my Pronex Cervical Traction Device
And just a few notes. First, no, that is not me in the Pronex device. That is not how I look when I’m in traction. That is not the facial expression of anyone in traction. Secondly, I did NOT pay $339 for mine. They were even more expensive before the Pronex II came out. Back then, they were $450 and you know I am WAY to cheap to pay that much. I got mine on eBay for $80. Somebody was in a car accident, completed treatment and then sold it. Back then, you were supposed to get a doctor’s prescription for it. (I don’t know about now.) I figured his order to go to a physical therapist for traction twice a week was close enough.
So in addition to all that, now, thanks to Heidi, I’m also hanging upside down like a bat.
Does anyone know how to blog upside down?
I like charcoal drawings, but if this is real, this is AMAZING. The finished image is unbelievable!
I read, therefore I quote.
Today’s quotes are taken from The Mom Factor by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend, and
On Death and Dying by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross.
I’ve been writing about my relationship with my mom and her current health issues and I want to explain where I am with all this.
Most people are familiar with the phrase “stages of grief” although, I admit, I wasn’t exactly sure what they all were until I looked them up earlier today:
“On Death and Dying”
by Elsabeth Kubler-Ross
I’m sure that when my mother dies, I will be sad, but right now, I’m not. I believe I’ve already worked through the bulk of the pain associated with the loss of my mother.
I discovered I was at Stage 5 when this latest “mama drama” began in September. My mom was supposed to have a triple bypass and a valve replacement. And I wasn’t upset. At first I was concerned that something was wrong with me. How could I be so desensitized? Am I in denial? No. I knew she might die. And I wasn’t upset. I had processed this new information and accepted it as fact.
I know the grief I experienced was not the grief of losing someone through death. It was the death of a relationship. Grieving the relationship that was never what I wanted it to be. What I needed it to be. Grieving the relationship that would never become what I wanted it to be. I don’t need it so much anymore. What that relationship didn’t provide, I’ve found in other relationships.
. . . you may not have received everything you need from your mother, and only when someone gives you those ingredients can your life work correctly . . . This is what friends do for each other every day. This is what it means to be restored to the mothering process.
. . . As you begin to see and understand the missing elements in the mothering you received, your responsibility is to grieve and forgive so that way you may be healed of whatever you mother might have done wrong. Then, as you see and take responsibility for your side of the problem, you will be able to receive what you did not get, gain control, and change those areas where life has not worked for you thus far. In this twofold process of forgiveness and responsibility, you will find unlimited growth.
. . . The essence of an adult relationship with a fragile mom is this: If she cannot contain feelings, then relate to her in a way that she can handle. Take your need to be soothed and validated somewhere else. Do not continue wanting what she can’t give. Relate to her in the ways that she can relate.
. . . If you had a fragile mother in real life, you are still in need of containment. You need soothing and structuring, and you can get this from other people in your life and from God. They are there to help, but you have to ask. And you have to learn to receive what is given as well. Do not only place yourselves in good mothering relationships, but make use of them as well. Risk, open up, depend on them, and receive the love and containment that they can bring. If you will respond to mothering in this way, you will find great healing.
“The Mom Factor”
by Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr. John Townsend
So what if the grief I experienced was in losing my mother, not to death, but through a completely different departure? A chosen departure.
It’s taken years to move through the stages and I hung around in “anger” for a very long time. But really, the last 12 months have been the most intense and the most healing. It started when my mother bought a house in Arkansas and asked my dad for a divorce, nearly a year ago. I went straight into denial. I would actually call it disbelief, because I cannot tell you how many times over the course of my life she has told me she would leave my father. A recurring game of “cry wolf.” When I was younger, it was an emotional, unstable, roller coaster ride. Now I’m 44. I’ve had a lot of experience with this game. I didn’t sit around saying to myself, “This isn’t really happening.” I didn’t sit around at all. I didn’t believe her and didn’t want to play this latest game of “cry wolf.” When I didn’t want to talk to her about it, she would say, “I’m really leaving this time.” and I would say, “You’ve said that before.” and she would follow, “This time I really mean it.” and I would sigh and say, “You’ve said THAT before.”
When the game lingered on . . .
I can distinctly remember going through all the stages since then. Except for “Bargaining.” I never did ask her to change her mind and stay. Because I knew it was pointless. When she wants something, she does not stop until she gets it. And she wanted that house in Arkansas. I knew she wouldn’t change her mind. So the “Bargaining” stage? Waste of time. And I’m pragmatic, remember?
I left the “Anger” stage behind before she left. Abandoned it is more like it. Anger was not serving me well. I wrote about that transition already in “therefore I quote . . . Po Bronson” It took a while, but I discovered that I didn’t need her to apologize to me in order to forgive her. I also discovered that I didn’t actually need a relationship with her. Sure, I wish I had a mutually edifying relationship with my mother, but I don’t. No use whining about it. When I’m done whining, I still won’t have a one. Whining would be a waste of time and effort. I don’t like wasting time and effort.
Since my mother moved away in May, I’ve had very little personal contact with her. I’ve used the time to read and learn and work on my own personal restoration – without her involvement.
So, now I find myself in this surreal place. I have boundaries. And I’m sticking to them. And I don’t feel guilty. I know she is very, very sick and I’m not rushing to her side. I made my decisions months ago:
- I will accept any decision she makes about her own health care.
I will not tell her what to do.
I will not tell her what NOT to do.
I will not criticize her choices.
I will allow her to be responsible for her own choices.
She can not live with me.
Why would I have made these decisions months ago?
I’ve written a little about her before, but let me give you some more background info. I’ve known this was coming for a very, very long time. She’s a non-compliant diabetic, with a heart condition, high blood pressure, high cholesterol . . . I think she’s on 14 medications right now. I can’t tell you how long she’s had these conditions or how long she’s been dependent on on multiple prescription drugs, but it’s been decades.
My entire family has tried to get her to live a healthier lifestyle. We’ve tried reasoning, begging, anger, tears, manipulation . . . nothing. I had to stop going to restaurants with her. It was just easier. We would all order salad, grilled chicken, broiled seafood . . . she would order Fettuccine Alfredo and make “mmmm” noises. I’m not making this up. All I could think about was her heart clogging up and her blood sugar spiking. And I can never eat at Denny’s again. ever.
So, I’ve been at a place of acceptance about her health for a very, very long time. I no longer disagree with her about ANY health related decision she makes. I do not tell her what I think she should do about any aspect of her health. I liken it to this. Let’s say someone is diagnosed with terminal cancer. The person has a choice (in this case, my mother). Do they fight for a few extra years or do they live with abandon, enjoying the little time they have left? By her inaction and refusal to alter her diet and lifestyle, she’s essentially chosen to live a shorter life – on her terms. I had a choice. Do I accept that? Or do I put another nail in the coffin of our relationship by never letting it go?
I accepted it. stage 5.
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My mom didn’t go into the rehab center. She’s in the hospital instead. She’s taking diuretics intravenously (80 mg Lasix) and has a catheter. Trying to get that 20 plus pounds of water off. They are trying to figure out the pulmonary hypertension and the heart rate of 120. I just spoke with her and she sounds like she’s running a marathon while she’s talking. MrJAK is not sure she’s going to turn this around. Here is an example of her determination to get better:
Mom: I think they brought me the wrong lunch.
Mom: I’m supposed to be on a low fat, low sodium, diabetic diet, but they brought me a piece of coconut cream pie and I ate it anyway.
I say nothing. NOTHING. I’ve learned.
Later in the conversation:
Mom: I’m not being a very good patient.
Mom: I’m kind of high maintenance.
I say nothing. NOTHING. I’ve learned.
Mom: I found a red pen in my purse, so I wrote a sign that said, “Please leave door open, I’m claustrophobic.” I hung it on the door with chewing gum.
What do I say about that? You got it.
My mom didn’t go into the rehab facility yesterday, something about being evaluated and the doctor needing to order it . . . anyway, my mom’s friend, MrJAK called to update me today.
He took her to the emergency room to force the issue. Currently she is in the ER, waiting for someone to authorize rehab. She still has severe edema – about 20 pounds of water. She’s breathing with difficulty and oxygen. While she can walk, it’s is slow and difficult. Her blood pressure is high and her heart rate is around 120 – while she’s on XANAX! So in addition to learning about HFCS today, I’m also reading up on Tachycardia.
I did get a laugh today, though. MrJAK, while talking about my mom, said:
(sigh) “You know, Julie . . . your mother has a little bit of an attitude problem.”
I swear, I’m glad I did not have a mouthful of coffee or I would be smelling hazelnut for the rest of the day.
An attitude problem.
I’ll keep that in mind.
Last week, I wrote a Works for Me Wednesday post on my family’s reduction of high fructose corn syrup in our diet, entitled “high fructose corn syrup “in moderation.” My focus was on learning about nutrition and the dietary changes which are working for our family. However, the linked videos contained some references to the Corn Refiner’s Association. Today, a new comment appeared on that post. From Liz at the Corn Refiner’s Association. (sorry CRA, no link love for you.) She wanted to set me straight and provide additional resources for my research. How sweet. (pun intended)
Given the nature of her comment the blatant post highjack, complete with advertising links, I felt my response warranted an entire post rather than leave it buried in the comments of an older post. Although she ends with a different agenda, MY focus is still on nutrition. I’ll leave the economic and political commentary on this particular issue to those who have a passion for it.
“Hi, my name is Liz and I work for the Corn Refiner’s Association.”
Give me a sec. I need to re-read last week’s post to see if your lawyer will be contacting me next. No. I think I’m good. (by JSM)
“I wanted to share some information about High Fructose Corn Syrup.”
“High fructose corn syrup, like table sugar and honey, is composed of fructose and glucose, which are found in many naturally-occurring fruits, vegetables and nuts.
(you can’t see it, but Liz is patting me on the head right now.) Gee, thank you for telling me that! Because I hadn’t done ANY research before you stopped by. And I certainly didn’t know anything about fructose or glue . . . OH! No, it’s spelled glucose, right? How silly of me. I can spell Alpha-Amylase and Glucoamylase, and Xylose isomerase, but I can’t find them in the grocery store. Maybe they’re in the produce department. or the pharmacy.
And I’m definitely going to look for “naturally-occurring fruits, vegetables and nuts.” I’ll ask the produce manager at my grocery store to point them out to me. But, please. Continue. (by JSM)
“And high fructose corn syrup has the same number of calories as sugar and honey – 4 per gram.”
Well, then it must metabolize the same as sugar and honey. Right? No? Oh, that’s right, HFCS metabolizes in the LIVER. But that’s “of little consequence” like it says on the website you recommended:
“Though the individual sugars are metabolized by different pathways, this is of little consequence since the body sees the same mix of sugars from caloric (nutritive) sweeteners, regardless of source.“
What a relief. Somebody should tell Scott Kustes, over at Modern Forager. His has no idea that this is of “little consequence.” He wasted his time writing an article. If he had only read the Corn Refinery’s Frequently Asked Questions page first. He could have spent the time consuming HFCS in moderation. Instead, he wrote this:
“There are five sugars known as monosaccharides: glucose, fructose, galactose, xylose, and ribose.(1) These five sugars serve as the building blocks of the disaccharides that we all know and love: sucrose, lactose, maltose, trehalose, and cellobiose.(2) We’re going to focus specifically on two of the monosaccharides, glucose and fructose, and one of the disaccharides, sucrose.
Glucose is the main energy of cellular function, metabolized by most every cell in the body. It fuels your cells, and while not technically necessary for the body to function (it can operate on fuel derived from fat and protein), some level of glucose from carbohydrates is a nice to have, especially if you engage in high-intensity activity. The body works very hard to keep blood glucose in a narrow range, through careful administration of insulin. Too high and all kinds of damage can be done, too low and all kinds of death can occur. So really only one kind of death, but in the grand scheme, isn’t one enough?
Fructose is a sugar found mainly in fruits, which undergoes metabolic processing in the liver. The main problem with fructose is that little piece about needing to be metabolized by the liver. Studies have suggested that consuming too much fructose messes up all kinds of things in the body.(3) Some show a correlation with obesity. Fructose tends to promote an increase in triglycerides in the blood, which are a definite marker for heart disease. Other studies have shown that fructose pulls important minerals from the blood, chelating them out of the body. This little gem also increases levels of uric acid in the body, an abundance of which brings about the symptoms of gout. Studies have shown fatty liver disease from too much fructose, making the liver look like that of an alcoholic. And finally, fructose reduces circulating insulin, leptin, and ghrelin levels, hormones which control satiety and appetite.” read more . . .
So, Scott, you’re saying it’s not fructose, it’s TOO MUCH fructose that’s the problem. Like in high fructose corn syrup? So, I can still eat fruit, because the AMOUNT of fructose in my apple would be “moderate” whereas the AMOUNT of fructose in HFCS Apple JUICE would be . . . higher? Thank you. (by JSM)
(Back to you, Liz:)
“For the most part, you’ll find high fructose corn syrup in the same kinds of products in which you would find sugar or other sweeteners.”
I know! I buy those other products! Do you have any recommendations? (by JSM)
At the same time, corn sweeteners offer some unique functional benefits that help companies offer more choices in food products.
Oh! Do tell! I always like products that help companies. And I want more food choices containing HFCS (by JSM)
“High fructose corn syrup keeps foods fresh, enhances fruit and spice flavors, retains moisture in bran cereals, helps keep breakfast and energy bars moist, maintains consistent flavors in beverages, and keeps ingredients evenly dispersed in condiments.”
Really. It’s amazing. Those are some “unique functional benefits,” alright. How do companies making the products I buy do it? I never realized the products I buy aren’t fresh, have diminished flavors and are stale. And I just need to pay more attention when I drink my soda or juice. I’ve never noticed inconsistent flavors. Oh! I forgot. I don’t drink soda or juice. And I must have overlooked my lumpy condiments. (by JSM)
“Price may have prompted manufacturers to switch from sugar to high fructose corn syrup 30 years ago, but it is no longer a primary factor, since high fructose corn syrup has specific and unique functional qualities not shared by sugar. In addition, the price of corn is rising substantially due to demand.”
I’m sorry, what are you babbling about? manufacturers and the price of corn? We’re talking HEALTH here at Pragmatic Compendium. Focus. (by JSM)
“There’s a lot of solid research and information at
wait, those links don’t look quite right. Let me help. (by JSM)
” www dot Sweet (Sneaky) Surprise dot com and www dot HFCS (Twisted) Facts dot com. Thank you for your consideration.”
Oh no. Thank YOU. For the blog fodder. And more learning. (by JSM)
So, Corn Refiner’s Association? I said it in my first post. I’ll say it more slowly this time: Sell. It. Walking.
I’m going to learn a little more. But I’ll be sure to stick with what I can understand. Big words are scary.
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