Blood type diet

Well, I live in Minnesota and though the weather has
been more than kind I fear the inevitable winter. I have
succeeded quite well on the low-carb diets… trying to
get closer to the paleoithic diet of the vast majority
of ancesters in my evolved past. But now I find myself
feasting on squashes of all types and mixing in palm
sugar, honey and molasses to make my squash more calorie
dense and cause the insulin spike to coerce my body into
fat-storage mode. I’m actually near binging on purpose
on sweets and all sorts of dreaded foods in an effort to
put on protective body fat! I’m pathetic. I’ve gotten so
lean and “cut”. I look like those pansy city boys… you
know, the kind that are in all those stupid magazines. I
don’t want to be a skinny little fashion model in the
Minnesota winter! The first four years of my life was

underneath mighty Ra in his full tropical glory (born in
Miami, Florida). Now I suspect my morphic field was
permanently altered such that my physical form would
evolve to be specifically adapted to a tropical
environment (and that seems to be the case, I am
fantastic at heat dissipation, terrible at heat
conservation). Nothing is working. I’ve even tried
satisfying my chocolate addiction and gaining weight by
spiking myself with Hershey’s chocolate bars before my
squash fests/grain meals. I’ve been taking lot’s of milk
digestive pills for insurance but I can see the bloating
taking effect in my body, my guts have more slowly
distressed under the diary from the enzyme
counteraction, so slowly I couldn’t feel the change as
well. I think it is easiest to feel the effects of a
lectin (any food that is an avoid) from a state of
purity rather than under the continual onslaught of the
offending substance. Hard to tell you’re screwed up by
diary if you’ve had it at least every other day for the
past ten days… right? But I’m sick of it. I’m
stopping. No more says I. I have to eat more meat. I
love how I’ve felt since experimenting with the
paleoithic diet. I want a clear head, powerful body,
stability, that ease, that strength that just doesn’t
stop, my right to true power as an O; if I can’t enjoy
the virtues of vegetarianism, if I must be wary if not
fearful of starches and yummy veggies than I have a
right to my soul food (you know, the good meats that are
actually so healthy for you that your spiritual health
improves). I deserve the near euphoric feelings that
result from the high-fat high-protein diet I am best
suited for. But how do I keep from shedding what little
precious body fat I HAVE managed to gain? Mostly around
my abdomen (I can no longer see that network of blue
veins in my lower abdomen and pubic area… yikes!).
Even my butt is pathetic (and I store most around my
belly (yes I know about blood triglycerides), thighs and
butt). I know about the low-carb diet how, with sugars
kept to sane levels the body isn’t induced into the same
kind of hunger as an insulin-heavy up-down blood-sugar
roller coaster ride so I have to watch my food intake
for fear of blissfully feeding off what little fat I
have till I’m back to square one again. But how could I
actually gain? I’ve done so much reading and
researching… how much fat can a guy eat? Is there
anyone out there with a similar dilemma? The squash
isn’t working. I haven’t tried feasting consistenly on
grains such as millet, rice, quinoa or amaranth and I
understand they are much more calorie dense, but I’ve
already “worked-out” so hard on the sweetened squash I
just don’t know if I can cut it. I’m into proper food-
combining, which means that eating animal flesh with
starches or sugars in the same meal is a big no no.
That’s why I was saving the carb-fest for the end of the
day, I had to keep it in one meal and making it supper
made it easier to go to sleep (serotonin anyone?). I
even abstained from weight training for over three weeks
(well, okay I’ve gone to the gym to do some free weights
but I just gotta feel “in the body” once in a while to
live, dammit!), so I’ve kept from exercising to any real
degree and even then, I just can’t seem to put it on.
Argh. I think I’m going to have to eat constantly,
surviving on fuel in my tummy to keep the thermogenic
fire burning in order to keep my body temperature up
without having to dip into my already meager fatty
tissue stores. I’m feeling crushed by time… the leaves
are blowing in a cold wind. I’m a shivering little
lizard boy. Help me. It’s enough to be maladapted and
afraid of the bars… must I be cold all over in
addition to my reptilian heart?

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