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2.03.2006

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Meat and potatoes. It's the American Way. Burgers and fries, steak and baby goldens, turkey and mashed russets. Potatoes are a gift from God. A pot of creamy riches at the end of an Irish (or Idahoan -- Idahoan? Is that a word?) rainbow. One problem, though, and it's a big one - out bodies aren't really intended to eat potatoes, and certainly not in conjunction with meat. Whether you're a subscriber to the low-carb craze or not, there will always be validity to the idea/argument that your body is a fuel-burning factory. And like a factory, what you put in it determines how it operates and the results it produces. And I'm not just blogging about getting fat or staying skinny, the food you put in your body and when you put it in your body can determine your lifelong health (by warding off heart disease and diabetes), influence daily emtional health and affect mental clarity. Hardly an approach with only superficial wants in mind. Check out here or here or here. These sites are only three of many that can aid you in making some decisions that could possibly change things.

5 Comments:

Blogger Ben said...

I'm serious, dude, you sound like you went to a Tony Robbins-esque retreat in Palm Springs, and are back in society to spread leaflets and promotional goods.

12:34 PM  
Anonymous np said...

in high school, i carried around a potato in a bag for about half a year. i like potatoes.

10:34 PM  
Anonymous jw said...

She did. It was called "Captain Tiblet."

Also, I heart potatoes. I don't think that I could ever give them up.

1:47 PM  
Blogger lil louie b said...

We're bloggin' about potatoes, muthafuckas!

12:04 AM  
Anonymous Krista said...

My sister knew this girl in high school. She moved from Idaho and my sister and her friends were really jealous because the new girl was hot and boys liked her, so they called her "I'm a ho."

3:40 PM  

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