“As soon as I started eating meat, my health improved,” she said. “My mental acuity stepped up, I lost weight, my acne cleared up, my hair got better. I felt like a fog lifted.” All of the meat was from healthy, grass-fed animals reared on the farms where she worked.
Other former vegetarians reported that they, too, felt better after introducing grass-fed meat into their diets: Ms. Kavanaugh said eating meat again helped with her depression. Mr. Applestone said he felt far more energetic.
“It can be hard to balance your diet as a vegetarian, especially when you’re younger, and I wasn’t doing it right,” he said.
I continue to hold out hope that we’ll be able to grow grass-fed beef in a lab.
This isn’t news to me. I’ve always been concerned (to the degree that I am concerned) about both, and in fact, I worry more about diastolic than systolic. I’m trying to get it down with 20 mg of Lisinopril, but it’s still 150/100 on waking. Fortunately, I’ve never had a cardiovascular event, despite having lost both parents relatively young to heart attacks. I think I have a much healthier lifestyle, though. They were both life-long smokers, and overweight (partly as a result of horrible nutrition advice from the government).
I also subscribe to the theory that tech hubs have brought people together who might not have met in previous times, and their kids are getting a double dose.
For those wondering why posting has been light, I woke up with a summer head cold on Monday. I spent a lot of yesterday taking it easy and napping, but last night I slept pretty well, and I’m mostly dried up today.
My arm seems to be healing from my overextended bicep helping someone get a heavy object off a shelf at Costco yesterday. Put me into shock at the time — people wanted to call 911 because they thought I was having a heart attack. I managed to dissuade them.
Yeah, no good deed goes unpunished. The thing just fell suddenly when my arm was holding it, and it was a sharp pain. I started to feel a little faint, and had to sit down. They said I was very pale, and I was sweating. But I got them to not call 911, and just get me some water.
I can't imagine what a pain in the ass (and other things) it would have been if they'd called 911. Huge ambulance and maybe emergency-room bill because I'd just pulled an arm muscle.
Though, probably, once I explained to the paramedics what had happened, they'd have not bothered to take me, since I was mostly recovered from the shock by the time they'd have gotten there. So just paramedic bill…
Their concern was understandable; I did have symptoms of heart attack: pain in left arm, nausea, faintness, sweating, etc. But I knew what it was. I had to keep explaining to them that my arm hurt because I'd injured it, and the other (temporary) symptoms were all from shock.