Friday, May 27, 2016

Miracles

  I  don't have much to say.

But what I say is important. I want to you to listen carefully: miracles can happen. Except they can only happen according to Einstein: Energy equals mass times the speed of light. I know that's a bit hard to understand, but in the real world, it means that to achieve something, you have to put in a lot of effort.

Sometimes, a lot of effort.



Oscar Peterson wasn't a genius pianist because he was born a genius, and uh, just sat down at the piano and, well, watch the video.

The fact is that he put thousands of hours in  at the keyboard before he played a note in public. That usually means eight hours a day for months—probably years.

For anyone to get good at anything, they have to put in huge amounts of effort. Just like the Atlas rocket engine expended enough energy to get Apollo 11 into space—a HUGE amount of energy just for that tiny three-man capsule—we have to expend mental and physical energy to achieve good things.

And sometimes, results take a long time to see.

And many, many many times, we're just too impatient and we give up in disgust because nothing seems to be happening.

It's why people give up their diets, for one.

Today, I looked again at my hands.

You don't know how insidious psoriasis can be. If you're cursed enough to have it—even a mild version, in my case—it can run your life; govern everything you do.

I hated doing anything in the kitchen that involved water, because I was wearing so many bandaids on my right hand. And the water would soak into them and galvanize the sores beneath them. It would hurt.

So I often refused to help Brigitte, say, chopping vegetables or filling the dishwasher.

Small things, maybe, but it still controls your life. And I HATE anything controlling my life.

So I looked at my hand today, and I noticed—again—that my psoriasis has gone. I mean, gone. It's like I had taken some miracle drug; I just keep looking at my hand in total disbelief because for the past five years or so, every time I looked at my hand I either had every finger bandaged or red, angry and about to be bandaged.

Day in, day out, for five years. And that was after a five-year remission (before that remission, when I was living in Japan, it was even worse).

And in less than one month, because I have switched my diet—to tell you the truth I have no idea what part of switching my diet did this—my psoriasis has gone completely into remission.

To me, folks, this is nothing short of a miracle.

For the past five years, let me tell you, I've tried everything. Every cream. Dovonex. Protopic. Maximum Strength Hydrocortisone. I've tried UV lamps. Occlusion with rubber gloves. Sunlight.

Nothing worked.

Until now.

The psoriasis is almost gone.
To me, folks, and pardon me if I keep repeating it, this is a fucking miracle (not just a regular goddamn miracle). I'm usually a skeptic about any naturopsycopathic homeo-integrated-gluten-free nonsense about diet, but this is undeniable; it's right in front of my face and on my hand.

I can't deny it.

But my point is, I went through a huge effort for this. It didn't happen overnight. I did things that for me, are just plain odd.

I pretty much gave up sugar, wheat, dairy and fat for seven days.  (Look at me exaggerating. Seven days goes by in a flash!)

But what I got for that seven days of "deprivation"—really, just an extreme effort on my part not to yield to numerous temptations—was complete remission of a years-long disease that controlled and altered my life.

Seven days of effort for a huge reward.

Just imagine what otter autoimmune disorders this could help. Obesity? Migraines? Fatigue? Insomnia?

(Did I mention that I'm sleeping every night in solid blocks of five to six hours? Another miracle.)

I can't explain what happened, but I also can't deny it.

I've reintroduced sugar, in the form of honey, and dairy in the form of goat's milk and kefir, but no more ice cream . . . no more whipped cream . . . no more cheese . . . (no more pizzas!)

But you know what? It's okay. I can do it. I will do it.

I'm sorry; I should be talking about The Biome.

But today, I can only talk about The Miracle.

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