I know that following the “ataxia diet” recommended by the Ataxia Center at UCLA will not cure Friedreich's ataxia. I am not sure whether it will kill me.
I kid, of course, but the diet cuts out cakes, muffins, donuts, pies, even unsweetened fruit juice, and brown sugar. What is oatmeal without brown sugar? White goo.
I am not even sure what “unsweetened fruit” is. Isn't fruit naturally sweet? I guess lemons and limes, but who eats them?
The thing here is that I can't walk. I have no girlfriend and that is low on the list of likelihoods. I fight depression regularly. I fall.
I don't want to take things that make like worth living like watermelon and peaches and mangoes and brown sugar. Raspberries!
Life sucks; it shouldn't taste bad, too.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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2 comments:
There's alot in cancer circles about that sort of thing too, but here's what Jim said: "Why, yes, I WOULD like something from the Club Car, please."
JTG
Yeah, screw diets.
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