Living Pain Free … on a Fruit and Whole Plant based lifestyle.
By: Lori Fryd
Help! I’ve Created a Healthy Monster! : My husband has been experiencing the astonishing healing powers of Whole Fruit , Plant and Herbal based protocols. In less than three weeks, fifteen years of pain has simply vanished. Arthritis in his knees, the remnants of gout in his toe, pain in his ankle (unknown origin) and, now, after the fact, I come to find out that his hands had been becoming stiff, too….all that, gone! We are talking pain-free. Completely!! We can’t stop celebrating and I can’t stop writing about it, so please forgive me if you’ve heard all this before.
What I haven’t told you all is that now he is a monster. Not a monster in the technical sense of the word, more of a health policeman, vigilantly monitoring our food choices and proclaiming the miracle of his healing through food to all who will listen (including three of his cousins who were trying to tuck into their prime rib at a wedding last week….cringe….).
The other day, I was upstairs when he excitedly ordered me to drop everything I was doing and come down. When I came into the living room, he furiously waved his finger in the direction of a Food Channel program he was watching on TV and exclaimed, “Can you believe this show!!? The guy travels all around the world discovering new foods and all he can ever talk about is meat…meat…meat! How about a show on vegetables once in a while?” (This coming from a man who would have happily eaten barbequed shoe leather a few years ago, as long as it was slathered in steak sauce.)
When we go food shopping these days, Bob is always careful to examine my choices, pulling anything boxed or canned out of the cart and helpfully pointing out to me which ingredients might cause inflammation, while making sure I know the sodium content of all my selections. “Have it if you want,” he graciously tells me, “I wouldn’t go near that stuff. It slows down lymph.” I usually sigh and return the offending product back to the shelves, nostalgically recalling the days when Bob thought lymph was a magical creature who pranced around the woods, playing a harp.
Yesterday, Bob saw me having a slice of toast. He sidled up next to me and asked, “Are you completely sure that is gluten-free?” I assured him it was, but he helpfully reminded me of the dangers of cross-contamination in food processing. (A few years ago, Bob didn’t know the difference between a grain and an order of large spare ribs, but, apparently, times are changing.)
When I mentioned to Bob that I’d been researching whether or not a small amount of organic mackerel or sardines might be healthy for us, he looked at me as though I had suggested driving a wooden stake through the heart of a vampire. “MEAT IS MEAT!!,” he proclaimed to me in no uncertain terms. I bit my tongue and chose not to remind him of the times I had seen him devour an entire chicken carcass including, but not limited to, the skeletal structure. Bob was the only human I ever knew who could chomp through chicken bones! Something told me that recalling that memory to him would not have gone over too well just then.
Living with the fervent passion of the newly-converted can be challenging, but I still wouldn’t have it any other way. In time, I’m sure all this excitement will calm down. As Bob examines the packaging of my frozen blueberries and helpfully points out to me that the other brand said organic and why didn’t I get those….well, I just sigh inwardly and remind myself that this will all become second-nature to him shortly and he will soon return to his affable care-free self.
That will happen soon…..quite soon…..any day now….momentarily, in fact. There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind…..(HELP!!!!!)
Love, Lori