My boyfriend is disintegrating.
He got blood tests today and the office called him concerned about one of his white blood cell counts being extremely low. They were worried it indicated leukemia or auto-immune disease. I'm sure it's auto-immune disease because of the horrible IBS I hear in the bathroom all the time. I'm sure his gut is shredded from a lifetime of sugar and white flour and god knows what food insensitivities. Anyway, it pisses me off he just wallows in self-pity about stuff like this so I handed him the Paleo Diet book opened to the chapter on auto-immune and told him he should at least fucking READ what he rejects immediately as being total bullshit. At least know what you are against. And what the heck would it hurt you to try seeing if you do have hidden food allergies. It costs nothing, you can try it, see if you feel better and if so, take your health into your own hands. I took my health into my own hands and feel young for the first time in my whole life. I tried eliminating eggs and my chronic post nasal drip is gone. You never know what hidden food insensitivities you have. It's worth taking a little effort to rule this out and not just turn immediately to drugs and surgery and all the side-effects and expense they have. It costs nothing to see if you are allergic to tomatoes, or whatever. I told him all this.
He was going to have a heart procedure done on Wednesday so now he's all upset he has to cancel it. His heart beats out of order sometimes and they can electrocute a portion of his heart to kill the part that causes the irregular beat so he was going to have that done. It's called an ablation or something. Now he feels he has to cancel it because of his white blood cells.
God, he's exactly the person that Phil Maffetone or Mark Sisson could help. He's the classic case. But he gets all tight lipped, clench-jawed, narrow-eyed at any suggestion. Just turns me off, gets all mean and cynical and vicious and sneers at me, "Thank you, Doctor Soini."
I'm not sure I want to wipe his ass in a few years when he's totally fallen apart. Maybe it's time to find my own place and enjoy my new-found youth and vitality without some geezer clinging to his sugar and wheat and statins weighing me down. I mean, it's horrible of me for not feeling supportive of him and his new diagnosis or whatever you want to call it. I can't feel supportive of someone who won't even read what he's adamantly opposed to.
Last edited by sbhikes; 09-07-2012 at 06:20 PM.
Female, 5'3", 49, Starting weight: 163lbs. Current weight: 135 (more or less).
Starting squat: 45lbs. Current squat: 160 x 2