This, one of my favourite Talking Heads songs, describes a man's difficulties adapting to The Revolution... no more strip malls, cloverleaf highway exchanges, no more chain restaurants, just agriculture and flowers.
My diet has to change. My activity level has to change. My belly is swollen out like I'm 5 months pregnant, but they took my uterus along with the cancer... I tried the Atkins type diet a few years ago, but it didn't last more thank a week. So why am I trying something even more extreme?
This diet seems to make sense to me. It's what our pre-agrarian ancestors ate. I'm not drinking the Kool-Ade (it was actually Freshie at Jonestown, but let's not get too persnickity), I'm trying it, and I'll see how it goes. I don't think it will solve every health problem I have, but I think it may help some. Allons-y!
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