Does Everything Make Me Cranky? No ? Just A Lot Of It
I read a lot, and honestly, a lot of it just makes me cranky. Sometimes the sheer cluelessness of what I’m reading is enough to give me a headache—and yes, occasionally push me toward a glass of Moscato. It doesn’t fix anything, but it tastes good. I know, I know… water is the smarter choice. Articles from the medical establishment about the standard American diet? Those really test my patience. The disconnect is hard to miss. This month I read Diet and Cancer: Here’s What I Tell Patients . Like most of these pieces, it’s packed with big words and not nearly enough plain common sense. I always skip to the last paragraph, because that’s where the truth usually slips out: “. . . I tell my patients that it is unlikely any one diet will change the trajectory of your cancer. Focus on eating healthy… Eat what makes you happy… this is not the moment to impose stringent restrictions on yourself.” “Eat what makes you happy.” Aggggghhhh! For the most part, that’s what got you where you are...
