#3463, The Rescue Run Corporate 5K @ Lake Mary, Florida

On Thursday, March 27th, 2014 @ 6:30 PM, I had journeyed out on my first outdoor run since October 2013. The purpose of this endeavor was helping raise money and awareness to the plight of the homeless in Seminole County Florida. For myself, the point was just to see how my aging, 42 year old body might fair at the end of a business day. Some fellow work friends had inquired, ”Are you going to run or walk?” My response was, “Just have to see what happens!”

On the day before the run, a work email was sent out listing all the registered participants. Though registering for the event online, my name was missing. Following up with the in house organizer, I had requested being placed on standby for any cancellations. Writing off that possibility Wednesday night, I had awoke at 3 AM Thursday morning hoping to wrap up loose ends on an IT project; however, the day was marred by frustration and disappointment copying files from one portion of a SAN (i.e. fancy disk system) to another. The phrase,”Soooo slow” was echoed by one peer embodying the morning’s events. Think this was the theme for most of the day. Then, an unexpected chat window from an event coordinator had materialized on my laptop display. Someone from the list of registrants had called out sick. I was thinking, “Okay I’m in. Let me turn this day around.”

With the 5K kicking off promptly at 6:30 PM, I had cruised the first mile with a brisk clip. At 1.5 miles in, I had felt my calve muscles starting to cramp from too much afternoon caffeine consumption. In an effort to maintain pace, I had employed a routine from a friend alternating a walk and run every minute or so. With that technique, I was able to bridge the next 1.5 miles at a moderate clip. Coming around the final corner, I had switched to walking again. Pulling up on the left side, one of my co-workers had encouraged me to “finish strong!” For some reason, I was reinvigorated by his inspirational phrase. That act of comradery had provided me with a descent final run time.

At age 42, a 5k at 30 minutes 40 seconds were quantifiable, some say, respectable numbers. More important was bridging these moments to the failing health of someone close to me over the weekend. That person, age 38, had experienced a potential stroke including loss of facial muscle control. I had not known anyone that close to me or young to suffer such a physical setback. I had never felt so helpless to fix a problem. With each tomorrow, I had to waited to see what happens with his condition. For today, I had only hoped to motivate him, like my co-worker, down the road that lies ahead.

Update: The stroke was a misdiagnosis of Bell’s Palsy.

Read More:
The Rescue Run Corporate 5K (therescuerun5k.com)
Bell’s Palsy (Wikipedia)


Hernias and someone drinking a little too much beer?

Two months ago I had travelled out to southern California for work. Upon my visit, a friend of mine, pointing to my stomach, had mentioned, “Someone drinking a little too much beer?” Much to my chagrin, I had stated, “Only my belly button.” After about a month, I had noticed my navel protruding more than ever. It had crested with bluish tint and tender to the touch. On New Years’ Eve, I had decided on sending a picture to my general practitioner for some feedback. He had responded “umbilical hernia.” At first, I was writing off the protrusion as more cosmetic than a functional issue. For over two years, it really hadn’t bothered me much until getting the seasonal cold this past January. With each respective sneeze and cough, pain had bellowed through my chest cavity with a greater degree of discomfort but, still manageable.

Somewhere along the way in January, I had also noticed another protrusion in my lower pelvic area while working out. Maybe it was from doing leg presses or just lifting something incorrectly (i.e. a scuba tanks). Regardless, the mental toll of having two hernias, especially a lower pelvic one, really had lowered my spirits. I had wondered, “If I had surgery, how long until I recover to go run, hike, swim or scuba? Will I be the same man afterward?” In my 40s, I had really started to ponder every new ache with the progression of aging. I had started to channel, Stone Temple Pilots’,”Half the man I used to be.”

Now at first, I had written off a decision for surgery until later in the 2014. I had really wanted to focus on getting more reps scuba diving with a friend; however, I had figured, ”Why not schedule an appointment for a medical consult?” Two days before my appointment, I had gone out for Karaoke with a buddy. While there, I had an unexpected shift in my lower abdomen while going to the restroom. A sharp pain had begun emanating from my lower torso feeling like someone literally kicking constantly  in the groin. With the pain increasing in severity, I had opted to bail on my friend at the bar in lieu of rest. Choosing to avoid a repeat of the previous night outing, I had chosen to skip the next morning at the gym. I had grown fearful of what might inadvertently occur. I was wondering if my intestines might pop out like the many ghastly depictions online including a story from Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock.

This past Thursday, I had finally caught up with my surgeon for a consult. Much to my surprise, he had mentioned the recovery time should be quick, even for activity like scuba diving or the gym. With that appraisal echoed by my family doctor, I was ecstatic. Now, all I was waiting on scheduling the surgery and getting back to a full range of activities. If you had a hernia before, what was it like? How long did it take you to return to a fully functional battle station?

Read More:
Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson on Hernia Surgery: “Those Were Sexy Times” (US Weekly)



Cheat Day with double dipping hot dogs and Oreos!

With 2014 had come echoes of New Year Resolutions for eating right and exercising for some folks. What I had wanted to share the importance of having that day for a meal of whatever you desire once a week.

In that spirit today, I had started with scarfing down a friend’s Oreos before swimming. Returning home, I had fell sleep waking with an unmanageable hunger. With my eyes passing on protein shake mix and bananas, I had wondered onto the frig discovering a rogue package of  bacon flavored Oscar Meyer wieners! Firing up the skillet, I had thought two links should work. After consuming those, I had fired up two more hot dogs gobbling them immediately. Maybe it was the cheese, ketchup, or even the salty stuffing in the casing. Regardless, I had consumed four weiners and 10 Oreos. Had I felt guilty, nope, only the raw power of passing satisfaction!

Staying focused on your food selection while dieting was important but, flogging yourself mentally will likely bring non-compliance. Be real, be consistent, have a cheat meal once a week, Bon Appetit!

Dieting? Try Cholula Hot Sauce with Chunk Light Tuna and/or Peanut Butter (GarzaFX)


OMG! shaving facial hair

A few months had gone by since shaving my face completely. Sure I had trimmed here, shaved there, but, not completely. In my last blog regarding this topic, OMG! Facial Hair!, I had spoken to most of the differing reasons for letting go of the act of shaving facial hair. Part of me really had really enjoyed being so unkempt. Along the way, there was a lot of temptation for shaving out of conformity at the behest of my brother or mother; however, two reasons had remained for keeping it unruly. Of those two goals, one public and one private, I had left unmentioned in the last post.

So today, I had wanted to round back in explaining my public goal. The purpose was reducing my weight slowly to see my abs. For myself, this goal was stewing for about a good year or so. To that end, I had succeeded, almost a month late but, still through all the colds, anemia, and indigestion, done. My point here for you, especially those in my age group of 40 something, keep striving toward improving your health whether for the new year or not. The overall objective was not to be unhappy eating a strict food regime but, enjoying edible delights in moderation while attaining a certain look vs. weight.

From a quantifiable point of view, I had moved down about 20 lbs depending on the day a year ago to 155 lbs. The important aspect of this goal wasn’t the scale but, self image. For the first time in probably 5 years, I was generally pleased with my physique. Now part of me obviously had wanted to push further to get more cut. Though, for a few reasons I had opted instead to make some adjustments going into the future. Here were some of those points;

  1. Dropping another 10 lbs. on my frame would definitely reveal the rest of my midsection. The cost was flirting with an overly gaunt appearance. So for now, I had thought to pass on this objective.
  2. My doctor had recently diagnosed my protruding belly button as an umbilical hernia. By the time I had addressed that through surgery, might be worth having those 10 lbs. to spare.
  3. Going forward, I had wanted to focus more on muscle mass vs. cardiovascular conditioning.

Those points aside, I had made a few discoveries during this process.  First, I had reduced consumption of sports drinks and caffeine. On one hand, both had offered caloric or energy enhancement.  On the other, without them, they had provided a fall sense of cardiovascular health and endurance. Another recent epiphany was front loading carbs in the first half of my day or right before hitting gym. This had helped food cravings for pizza, rice or anything counterproductive. The last revelation was keeping exercise routines or activities challenging yet, fun.

As for that other goal, the private one, we’ll I had thought, “A man’s grasp should exceed his reach but, some aspirations require free will!” For now, that goal I had placed on the back burner being a deliberate man. For those just starting up with getting fit in 2014, be varied, keep at it, I was a work in progress last year and will continue to be in the future. With respect to shaving again, I had already loathed the exercise today! Yeah, think I had wanted to continue avoiding that chore as much as possible.



Read More:
OMG! Facial Hair! (GarzaFX)

The Arrival @ Anaheim, California

This past Saturday, with my hiking bag popping out onto the luggage pickup carousel at LAX, I had arrived in California. Texting my friend for pickup, I had waited on the side street like a tired, desperate hustler or hooker. Despite pulling more hours on the road this year in a day, I had still felt like a caged animal sitting in economy class, Row 29, Seat B on Delta flight 1061. Standing in the cool crisp 50 F degree air was a welcome break before hopping into my friend’s car heading to Anaheim. Punching the destination into his navigation system, we had embarked onto a 30 minute ride across LA’s darkened highways.

With lights from descending airplanes piercing the night time sky, we had started talking about upcoming travel plans. My friend had rattled off quite a few states for the upcoming year including; Washington and South Carolina. Myself, I had spoken only to the trip before me in California. In casual talk of work and living in LA, we had soon drifted to health. The conversation had gone into detail about my friend’s confrontation with testicular cancer. After verifying a self-diagnosis, he had one of his testicles removed around 5 years ago. For a man still in his late 30s, I was shocked a bit. Normally, I had imagined men in their golden years for such a diagnosis. Then again, I was not a medical professional.

Arriving in Anaheim, we had started joking around with sexual and other politically incorrect humor. I hadn’t hung out with my friend in years but, in 30 minutes, we didn’t miss a beat. With the ride over, I had gathered my belongings heading toward check-in at the Disneyland hotel. On Delta flight 1061, I had wandered down to the onboard restroom. There I had seen an icon for tampon dispenser. With all the challenges of this work week, I had whined about the crazy work hours, jet lag, and indigestion. In the context of ride to Anaheim, I had reflected on the fortune of having two testicles versus my buddy. Regardless of the disappointment of seeing more of local topography, I had thought important to insert my mental tampon for the remainder of the visit. If this trip was about that 30 minute moment with my friend, then time well spent.




There will be blood!

Until recently, I had experienced a certain degree of squeamishness watching blood draws from a phlebotomist. Receiving a call from the doctor’s office, the time had arrived for another joyous extraction from my body. In commuting to work today, I had debated whether or not to blog about this bloody affair. On one hand, by sharing the experience, I had figured speak to freewill, fear and health. On the other hand, I had coveted the opportunity to maybe gross out someone with a description and/or depiction of fluid squirting into a vial. With the titillation of documenting a blood draw, I had decided to face my own phobia while providing a specimen.

Scheduling the appointment Wednesday, I had thought about the various friends and family with varying degrees of health issues. With all of these folks, blood had played an instrumental role in providing feedback for possible treatments. Each one of those people had experienced one form of blood defect or another; anemia, bad cholesterol, diabetes, high blood pressure, HIV and beyond. Perplexing to me, the number of people with good health care that had avoided any type of medical care, let alone leveraging the results. Maybe some folks had romanced the idea of dying at their desk? Maybe not?

Walking back from a work break yesterday, I had engaged in conversation with a fellow coworker speaking to a mutual love of food. The man had talked about his quality of life deriving from all the wonderfully fattening food out in the world. My mind’s eye had quickly filled with images of BBQ ribs, pizza, hot dogs and fries. All of a sudden, my food selections for the day; bananas, protein shakes, and tuna had seemed awfully bland. Before breaking for his desk, the slightly obese man had made another comment,” I know what I got coming. I just wanna enjoy life while I am here.” Morbid? Yes; however, catching me at vulnerable moment of hunger, I had thought, ”Awe yah! Real food!” I responded verbally with the following,” I have seen quite a few skinny sad faces out there. They just might be happier with a burger and a milkshake.” The point was a familiar theme, freewill to determine one’s quality of life.

To that freewill part, I had arrived at my appointment for blood draw this morning. I was starving like a rapid bear. I had asked the phlebotomist about recording her routine. She had gracefully granted my request. Sitting down, I had focused a mobile phone camera upon my elbow. Wrapping a tourniquet tightly around my upper right arm, the phlebotomist  had proceeded to wipe down my skin with an alcoholic pad. Flipping my thumb across my phone’s camera options, I had gleefully recorded some pictures and video. For a change, I had lost focus of the small needle pinch to the skin. With each passing second of recorded video, the stomach curdling feelings of watching blood squirt away had vanished. All I had needed to work on now, suppressing my lust for food!

Read More:
dying @ your desk (GarzaFX)
Eat According to Your Blood Type (Men’s Fitness)
Human Anatomy: Blood – Cells, Plasma, Circulation, and More (WebMD)


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Prepping for the apocalypse with Fish Mox?

I had started writing on WordPress for providing insight to my adventures on the road and in the home. With the discussion of Fish Mox, a fish antibiotic, some of my interests had converged into this one posting. One night, while watching an episode of Doomsday Preppers on cable, a fact had caught my attention. In preparing for the apocalypse, an individual had mentioned a survivalist tip of using fish antibiotics from a pet store. After finishing the show, I had jumped onto the internet to read about this possibility.

Before proceeding, I had wanted to outline a couple of obvious statements regarding this discussion.

  1. I am not a medical profession, just some guy behind a keyboard.
  2. Always consult a medical profession when ill!
  3. Currently, I have the privilege of having decent healthcare.
  4. I don’t believe everything on the internet.
  5. I don’t believe everything on television.

Continuing, my keen interest in fish antibiotics had come from traveling. I had really enjoyed being outdoors from hiking trails to fresh water springs to even a top of a mountain. Nothing I had dreaded worse than being on a road trip, or about to travel, then being stifled by some sinus infection or strep throat.

After getting over my first cold at the beginning of the year, I had come to the conclusion of ordering Fish Mox (i.e. Amoxicillin) from fishmoxfishflex.com. The deciding factors for the purchase were the online discussions relating to the quality grade of contents and pill labeling, despite the manufacturer stating for fish use only. For a few months, I had set this bottle in my kitchen corner. After a couple of trips, I had taken the sealed bottle with me. The opportunity for usage had finally arisen after a cold front this fall. The Sunday night following this change, I had developed congestion the next morning with an awful brown nasal discharge. At this point, I had decided to cycle on the Fish Mox. By day three, I had started to feel better. Some of my friends, during that same weather transition, had fared far worse. One had gone to the hospital receiving a prescription for Amoxicillin. The other, visiting a family doctor, had received the same prescription. Being funny and smart, I had enjoyed seeing my doctor; however, for the price and time, in this case $30 for a bottle of Fish Mox, I had figured keep a container around in case of emergencies.

After sharing some of the above information with a co-worker and my brother, the response was be wary of careless use of antibiotics. The consensus was save the Amoxicillin when appropriate, versus overuse. That opinion was echoed by many medical professionals from various media resources. With respect to bacteria tolerant of antibiotics, that time had arrived with this recent article, “Why the post-antibiotic world is the real-life version of the zombie apocalypse.” As species, we had opened the door for a “super-bug” pandemic with over prescription of medications and animal application of antibiotics. Should this apocalypse develop, consider a statement by Jim Morrison of the Doors, he had stated eloquently,”Did you have a good world when you died?”

Read More:
Why the post-antibiotic world is the real-life version of the zombie apocalypse (theweek.com)
Fish Antibiotics (preparednesspro.com)
Amoxicillin (drugs.com)

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What’s inside me? A water world of swimming and scuba lessons

Returning today from a scuba lesson from Florida’s Alexander Springs in Ocala National Forest, I had pondered a question by a fellow classmate, ”Why challenge yourself with learning both things so close to together?” I had responded, “To expand possibilities.” Inside my mind, I had thought different motivations exist. With my 42nd birthday this December, how much time was left for my sight, muscles, joints, heart, or brain to carry out the maximum potential of certain experiences? No one knows when life had played your last card. Maybe, it was the competitive nature of keeping up with a friend younger than myself. Maybe, it was just fun or another avenue for cardio. For the most part, ego had provided the motivation for a journey back into water.

With swimming, I had never learned really how to swim confidently without fins, mask or snorkel as a child in the Bahamas. This bad precedent, a decision of my own, I had never revisited until this year. As a Navy brat, I had lived most of my life within an hour or less from the ocean. After returning stateside from Andros Island, Bahamas to the murky delta waters of the St. John’s River and Jacksonville Beaches, I had lost an inspiration to adventure out to the shore. The contrasting experience, in my opinion, was insurmountable. This October, with recent wear and tear on my ankles and knees from jogging, I had figured, “What a good time to switch horses for cardio!” The past two months, I had rotated to swims at my pool, the gym, fresh water springs, and the ocean. Steadily, I had improved but, elderly men and women left me in their wake leisurely. Part of the frustration of learning swimming was expending too much energy on keeping my head above water and engaging appendages full throttle. Reflecting on weight training from my 20s to now, this activity was counterintuitive. Swimming was not about power but, graceful breathing. This past Monday, I had finally gotten to 16 laps in the gym pool. This Friday, I had finally achieved an uninterrupted lap around the perimeter of Wekiva Springs swimming area. Both events had underscored the value of swimming as a good substitute for running and learning something new!

That second point had brought me to Scuba lessons. A friend had floated the suggestion of getting certified. I had figured why not add another dimension to adventures for the upcoming year; however, the past couple of weeks, I had stressed myself out with budgeting money, time, and health to work through tomorrow, my final day of a Padi Scuba class. During training, an instructor had rightfully told me, “Relax underwater.”  I had translated that into “don’t freak out man.” Easy to say, if failing was a familiar refrain. My instructor, Bob, had gladfully provided support to make this endeavor, fun and fulfilling. If you hadn’t understood his memory imprinting with certain repetitive tasks, perhaps you might be missing the point in the real world.

With final day of class tomorrow, I had aimed to “freak out” less, relax and the enjoy the submersion into the waters around Rainbow Springs State Park. Epiphanies had never come when you expect them but, with effort lies opportunity. In that potential, I had asked the question to try to find, “What’s inside me? What’s inside you?”

For Scuba lessons:

In Central Florida, I had recommended checking out Paul and Bob at Seminole Scuba. For more information, www.seminolescuba.com Address: 3869 Lake Emma Rd, Lake Mary, FL 32746 Phone:(407) 333-8856

For swimming:

Checkout,  Wekiva Springs State Park – Apopka, Florida, or if too cold, La Fitness’s heated saltwater pool in Winter Park, Florida

Read More:
Alexander Springs – Ocala National Forest – Florida (GarzaFX)
Rainbow Springs State Park -Dunnellon, Florida (GarzaFX)
Wekiva Springs State Park – Apopka, Florida (GarzaFX)


dying @ your desk

Nicolas Tesla had obsessed over numerology, specifically the number 3. This past week, life had thrown 3 challenges my way, a radiator leak, my cat not leaking (i.e. urinary blockage) and a reoccurrence of anemia. With Tesla’s obsession passing through my mind, my car headlights had illuminated 333 on a mailbox while driving at dawn to the gym. I had believed in coincidences before, on the verge of turning 42, maybe not. Recalling my father’s passing at age 65, I had surmised doing good health wise with my birthday around the corner; however, the anemia had really caught me off-guard. All I can say, I hope you never had known the sensation of blood pumping into the capillaries of your fingers, straining to maintain adequate oxygen flow. Luckily, leveraging most of my tricks in my health playbook, I had avoided missing the first part of scuba class this past weekend. An appearance in class of being intellectually daft, I had concluded unflattering but, small penance for staying on task.

Last night, I had reflected that staying at my desk last week, unwise. Yet somehow, I had rationalized subconsciously, nothing more romantic and honorable than dying at your post. Perhaps, Star Trek and my dad’s service in the military had communicated that idea to me in one medium or another. So today, I had read some intriguing job openings at work. Interested yet, in light of recent events, I had quickly dispensed with those ideas, in lieu of sticking to a plan towards personal endeavors.

The reality, if reading this and a US citizen, more than likely, you had slim chance of retiring by age 65, more like 80. With an inevitable budget crisis, corporate welfare (i.e. oil subsidies, etc.), maybe a war for good measure, I had deduced an inevitable hard correction for the Dow Jones.  All the above had reinforced avoiding staying at work.  So, I had requested for some last minute time off. In earnest, I had wanted to catch up on lost time for some Padi Scuba studying. I had chosen to embody the tattoo on my right arm, a star with the letter M inside. It had served as reminder putting myself, yourself first. Nothing in this life had offered the ability to undo regret. Again, recalling my father, I had wanted to leave you with that idea and a country tune from Tim McGraw, “Live Like You Were Dying.”

Read More:
Find Your Inner Tortoise  (AARP.org)
Nicolas Tesla (Wikipedia)


Ginkgo Biloba, Horny Goat Weed and Niacin

“A king has his reign and then he dies. It’s inevitable.” – Meredith Vickers from the film Prometheus.

For most human beings, the quality of living was just as important as length of one’s life span. Part of my quality of living had composed of an ability to interact on an intellectual level. According to some studies, Ginkgo Biloba, as a supplement, had offered no improvement in memory recall in contrasting to placebo. From my own personal experience, I had seen focus and cognitive ability improve substantially, although in spurts. This improvement had matched similar experiences from doing intense cardio workouts for 30 – 60 minutes. Now before proclaiming a silver bullet for the brain, this dietary supplement had come with a few strings. Based on my personal history with anemia, plus a friend with hypertension, this supplement had required care in usage. A person had needed to be in good health for working Gingko into a daily regimen. My friend’s experience with Gingko had left a feeling of being on the edge of coming undone (i.e. high blood pressure). So in the end, if you had internal bleeding or other cardiovascular problems, I had thought important to say, ”Stay away!”


Combining Horny Goat Weed and Niacin with Gingko, this concoction had provided a small performance increase at the gym. All three of these agents had an interesting property of dilating blood vessels. This substitution had offered a possible replacement from caffeine, sugar, or even the milder Green Tea Extract. Perhaps, this had been the reason for relatively calming effect on my body in the morning. For reference, Niacin had also offered the possibility of lowering bad cholesterol but, with a caveat of daily dose for an adult male (age 41) 35 mg per day. Horny Goat Weed on the other hand, had provided a mix bag for long term usage, with possible positive and negative outcomes. Addressing the 800 lb. pound gorilla or horny goat in the room, I had lacked any story about the potential for increasing one’s libido.

Trying a few different combinations with multiple vitamins and a la carte, I had settled on Pro Lab’s rendition. In summary, Gingko Biloba had received a spot in my hoard of dietary supplements. Why? It had provided a boost in intellectual capacity. It had improved the quality of living before the “inevitable.”


As always, consult with a medical profession before making changes to your diet and/or review any possible adverse drug interactions.

Read More:

Ginkgo Biloba (webmd)

Ginkgo Biloba (mayoclinic.com)

Ginkgo Biloba (Wikipedia)

What is Niacin Flush? (about.com)

Tribulus Terrestris Uses and Risks (webmd)

Advil, Aspirin or Osteo Bi-Flex (GSM) with Loxin

One of my co-workers, had exclaimed, “Are you a fraking doctor now?”
My response, “Of course not (expletive)! …Human after all.”

Recently, I had increased the scope of my workouts including running on a trend mill and jogging outside. Thankfully, I had avoided shin splints versus an experience in my 20s. Though, I had noticed some extra throbbing in certain areas like an ankle, right knee and left foot. Without sounding like a “pill”, I had wanted to limit the wear and tear on my body starting into my 40s. In my arsenal, I had enlisted a few pairs of Sketchers’ Go-Runs, rest and supplements. One of those supplements had been Osteo Bi-Flex with Loxin. During my 20s and 30s, I had worked Glucosamine Sulfate into my diet after straining an acl, elbow and shoulder. Since then I had used this concoction in addressing any joint inflammation with  1,000-3,000 mgs (1-3 pills).

In marketing copy for Glucosamine Sulfate, it had purportedly assisted in retaining moisture in joints and assisting in building cartilage. To that point, there had been medical studies to the contrary. With that said, I had wanted to offer personal testimony without a kickback from big pharmaceutical company or the makers of Osteo Bi-Flex. So why had I avoided Advil and Aspirin? For one, I had noticed everyone in my immediate family ingesting these products periodically for various ailments. All of them had ironically continued receiving a lifetime worth of headaches. Maybe they had just all gotten sick of my yammering? On the other hand, I had avoided these products, receiving only headaches from hangovers, sunburns and high sodium foods (1ooo mg per serving). Of course that had just been my own interesting observation, nothing scientific; however, over the past couple of years, I had an issue with anemia from a stomach ulcer. Both, Advil and aspirin had compounded this condition with blood thinning. Additionally, prolonged usage had never stopped the pain from my strained ACL. Nor had these pills assisted in my rehab on a broken wrist. On the opposite end, Glucosamine Sulfate had been manufactured with shellfish for filler ingredients. Due to shellfish usage, a few of my friends had avoided Glucosamine Sulfate due to allergies.

So what had Osteo Bi-Flex with Loxin done for me? It had been faster in addressing joint pain and providing more fluid movement in difference to generic Glucosamine Sulfate. The contrast had been from going from “good” to “great.” For a quality of life issue, that had been worth paying a few extra dollars. To that end, I hoped to provide some consideration in exploring more about Glucosamine Sulfate, specifically, Osteo Bi-Flex (GSM) with Loxin.

As always, consult with a medical profession before making changes to your diet and/or review any possible adverse drug interactions.

Read More:

What Are the Pros & Cons of Taking Osteo Bi Flex? (Livestrong.com)
Glucosamine (MayoClinic)
Glucosamine (Wikipedia)

Healing Water: Part 2, Food Grade Hydrogen Peroxide

Earlier this year, I had discussed the merits of soaking in water with Epsom Salts. Continuing on that theme, I had wanted to include Food Grade Hydrogen Peroxide. In this discussion, it had been extremely important in distinguishing between the typical medicinal version versus “food grade.” The over-the-counter version had been processed with stabilizing ingredients, like the metals tin. A few years ago, I had accidentally swallowed a small sip of the “brown bottle” version, while rinsing my mouth. The end result had been an awful fever and swelling of the feet. The other difference between solutions had been the concentration of H2O2, ranging  from 3% to 35%. The only other mix I had seen with a greater concentration, 90% for rocket fuel. For reference the standard dilution for the drug store version had been 3% by volume. With respect to purchasing, I had tried local health stores but, with varying quality, quantity and cost. In the end, I had settled on purchasing direct from PureHealthDiscounts.com.

With respect to usage, there had been a lot of different testimonials online. There had been options for foot soaking and taking a bath. One of the most popular applications had been oral consumption. This had been done by diluting food grade hydrogen peroxide with distilled water. Though trying this personally, l had felt uncomfortable endorsing this to the general public. If you had wanted  to increase your body’s natural supply of hydrogen peroxide, stick to normal vitamin C or refer to my posting, Supercharged Liposomal Vitamin C.  

Outside of cleaning my toothbrushes and mouth rinsing, I had focused on using food grade hydrogen peroxide for cleaning. Since a kid, I had cleaned surfaces with standard commercial brands, like Clorox and Windex. Today, having two cats, I had recalled a childhood mishap. This mishap had included a parakeet landing into a mop bucket mixed with Pinesol. After that, this parakeet had hung onto his bar with one claw, flying in circles all day long. From that moment on, his new name had been “Crazy Horse.” It had been one thing to poison yourself, another to inadvertently hurt a pet. Despite vendors, like Lysol, attempting to advertise “Hydrogen Peroxide” with their cleaning products, I had felt uneasy about using them around my home.

Before proceeding further, I thought it had been important in stating,”Respect 35% food grade peroxide!” In handling, use gloves and avoid breathing fumes, treat 35% H2O2 like you had any other corrosive chemical. To make a mop, the solution had been a cup of 35% H2O2 to gallon of distilled water. For a water spray bottle, 4 parts distilled water to one part 35% H2O2. The reason for incorporating distilled water had been to control any unexpected chemical reactions from tap water (i.e. fracking water). Though, I had seen no difference in using tap water when making a bucket for mopping. After applying with spray or mop to my tile floor, tile counters, or frig, I had always smelled a unique freshness in the air. The non-toxic smell had come from the breaking down of pure H202, resulting in dispersion of simple oxygen and water. I had also used peroxide to finally remove horrible smells from my dishwasher (a cup) and hand blender (few sprays from water bottle).  If you had gotten any non-diluted or diluted on yourself, just rinse with water. The worse I had experienced with peroxide’s corrosive nature, skin discoloration. After a few minutes, the temporary whiteness had given way to my normal skin hue. With using food grade hydrogen peroxide for cleaning, I had not been forced into renaming pets because of cross contamination with their environment. Hopefully, with further vetting, you had considered food grade H2O2 for this purpose.




Read more:

What Are the Dangers of Food Grade Hydrogen Peroxide? (Livestrong)

28 Amazing Benefits and Uses for Hydrogen Peroxide (wakeup-world.com)

Can you make a rocket engine using hydrogen peroxide and silver? (HowStuffWorks)

Hydrogen Peroxide (Wikipedia)

Healing Water: Part 1 (GarzaFX)

Light Your Water On Fire from Gas Drilling, Fracking (YouTube)

Hydrogen Peroxide Usage (Pure Health Discounts)

Green Tea Extract – A Caffeine Substitute?

Late one night, I had been too tired to go to sleep watching cable television. My remote had stopped on a Dr. Oz segment focusing on products to reduce aging. One product had quite of bit of marketing hype on the internet, Green Tea Extract. Whether in pill or tea form, Green Tea Extract had been positioned as powerful antioxidant with a host of applications.


What had gotten my attention, Green Tea Extract’s thermogenic effects on the body. The mild burst of energy from oral consumption had been an intriguing property. For my application, I had been looking to supplement caffeine in the morning or before a workout. Caffeinated gum, sodas, and assorted energy drinks, had been too much to stomach with their over the top percentage of caffeine and/or sugar. Green Tea Extract, while providing 2% to 4% caffeine by volume, had offered a slow and short rise in energy. This supplement had provided no ill effects like jitters or uneven temperament. Any claims of weight loss or hungry suppression by using Green Tea Extract, I had not been able to verify. Whether at work or home, I had never felt unable to focus, sleep or eat as with other products like 5-Hour Energy, Stacker or RockStar.


For reference, my consumption had been limited to one pill (400 – 600 mg), accompanying a protein shake during my mornings. I had tried a formulation from the Vitamin Shoppe and the Spring Valley brand above. There had been no big difference in the brands, less pill count, concentration and price. The manufacturers’ maximum recommended dosage, had been two pills with meals three times a day; However, the daily recommended dosage had seemed more like a marketing ploy to sell product (i.e. lather, rinse, and repeat). If you workout or want to replace coffee, I had suggested a review of Green Tea Extract.

For more information

Green Tea Extract (Wikipedia)

Dr. Oz’s Green Tea Project on weight loss.

WebMd’s uses for Green Tea Extract

WebMD’s side effects from Green Tea Extract

Weight loss effects of Hoodia from Mayo Clinic

Hoodia (Wikipedia)

As always, consult with a medical profession before making changes to your diet and/or review any possible adverse drug interactions.

Why you should care about Chia?

Chia, a whole grain seed had been popularized originally in the US by the Chia Pet; however, it had also been a dietary staple of the ancient Aztec people. Of Latino descent, bad cholesterol had been a natural offset of traditional Mexican foods. Without pork and lard, what had been the value of tamales? Chia had provided to me two key benefits, lowering cholesterol and reducing joint inflammation. A few years ago, my doctor had started to take a different perspective on holistic foods. In this respect, we had tried fish oil to supplement Omega-3. After some elevated bad cholesterol, a medical prescription had seemed a sure thing. At the end of my next doctor consult, I had been sent directly to local drugstore to purchase a $20 canister of Anutura (ground Chia).  After working into my daily routine, subsequent blood work had consistently been in a normal range. Reducing inflammation for joints and preventing muscles cramping had been another benefit of Chia by maintaining hydration. After running out of Chia for two weeks, I had noticed a big difference when exercising week to week.


I have purchased both ground and raw seeds. Combining with water, Chia had similar neutral taste and texture to grits. It had served as a greater thickener for protein shakes versus bananas. Outside of replacing some carb intake like potatoes, grits and oatmeal, Chia has been another source of calcium, protein and fiber. It has also served as replacement to standalone applications of soy, wheat germ, and flax.

Below had been a series of shots and video demonstrating  Chia’s final congealed form.

1. Bag of raw Chia seeds.


2. Glass of wholesome, American tap water. Fracking free please!


3. Tablespoon of raw seed.


4.  The water absorption has started.


5. Mixing the contents of the glass had speed the absorption process.


6. Almost there!


7. Congealed Chia!

Popular places to buy Chia have been Anutra.com, Nuts.com, and local health food stores.

More information on Chia (Wikipedia)

As always, consult with a medical profession before making changes to your diet and/or review any possible adverse drug interactions.

Healing Water: Part 1

When dealing with overheated feet from a cardio routine, muscle stiffness or just relaxing to go to bed, soaking my feet or body for 30 minutes or more to the point of pruning has been an effective fix. The first experience with Epsom Salt was after surgery. After spending a week in hospital, my feet had become dried out and nasty. Upon leaving Florida Hospital Orlando, a nurse had suggested soaking in Epsom salt to remove dead skin. On the trip home I had packed my plastic bed pan to apply this remedy. After 30 minutes and pruning, I had been able to start the process of removing all the cracked skin. After the fact I had also had learned Epsom Salts’ other benefits:

a) draws toxins out of your body
b) remedy for bruises, sprains, and sore muscles
c) ingestion orally as a laxative


CVS, Walgreen’s or Walmart all have generic and name brand versions of Epsom Salts. Currently, I have been rotating between generic from Walgreen’s ($2.50) and Dr. Teals with Spearmint and Eucalyptus ($5.00). The Spearmint and Eucalyptus were supposed to be calming aromatics. To that end, I have a preference for the generic stuff  versus Dr. Teal’s oily film.



So lets get down to the process.

1. Fill your pan or bath with warm or hot water.


2. Measure out 2 cups of Epsom Salt per gallon of water.


3. Pour In

4. Insert your body or feet for 30 minutes or more, look for pruning skin. The 30 minutes and pruning has been a good measurement for maximum effect.


As always consult a medical profession before usage as there maybe unintended consequences with drug interactions and/or those with diabetes.

More on my comments on Magnesium: The 12th Element, Magnesium

Killing my cat, Mr. Folder

Over the past week, my ten year old cat, Mr. Folder has been bleeding out during trips to the laboratory. Maybe it was the result of dry food, tap water, new litter, ghetto stress, or just plain time. Logic had dictated entertaining the idea of putting the animal down. After all, what would have Spock had done? This semi-feral feline had come to me years ago as a rescue. The prudent thought was to have limited financial liability and physical suffering immediately.


Like Bryan Cranston’s character from Breaking Bad,  better to have had dignity marching toward death than be a shadow of a memory. In my journey, I have been fortunate to see Death deal ten people goodbye. Some by old age, some by accident, some self-abuse but, most have had a swift exit from this fragile mortality.  Of these experiences, I had never had opportunity to be cast as Dr. Kevorkian or Dr. Marcus Welby. With that end in mind, I had hit the road to work this morning. Ten fingers had been on the wheel. Ten souls I had thought. Despite a taste for bloodletting by claw, Mr. Folder has always been loyal bedside companion when ill. Like Spock, I have been split by logic and emotion. Loyalty has had emotion, no matter the odds, “Never give up, never surrender!” Without hope and action, what good had men been anyway.  For now, I have been left with another day with Mr. Folder.


Supercharged Liposomal Vitamin C

Vitamin C has reputation for fighting various ailments; however, too much oral consumption, it has disposition as a diuretic.  There have been numerous claims on the internet of fighting cancer and more. From personal experience have been able to speak to tissue repair (i.e. muscle/skin) and fighting off colds. To proceed with this process, be sure to have purchased the items below:

a. Distilled water ($1) – The reason for distilled water is to avoid any chemical reactions from your tap water, etc..

b. Powdered Vitamin C ($10)

c. Non-GMO Lecithin ($10)


d. Ultrasonic Cleaner from Chicago Electric, Item: 3305 ($65)  or another unused jewelry cleaner of your choice. This one holds two cups of liquid total.


e. Water bottle, with or without Grinch, ($1)


The process followed was:

1. One cup of distilled water and one spoon of Vitamin C and placed into ultrasonic cleaner bay.


2. One cup of distilled water and three spoons of Lecithin into water bottle.


3. Shake Lecithin and water vigorously in water bottle.


4. Pour Lecithin mix into the ultrasonic cleaner bay with the Vitamin C.


5.  Stir.


6. Turn Ultrasonic Cleaner on for 6 to 8 minutes, repeat stirring.


7. This process was to ensure Lecithin binds with the Vitamin C for metabolization. If it had been improperly mixed prepare multiple visits to the bathroom.


8. The final product that was produced appears as a frothy milky soup.


9. Direct consumption of final product has been possible but, most folks require drink with a mixer of 50/50 ratio (i.e. orange juice or apple juice). For an oncoming cold, one cup in the morning and one cup in the evening had seemed adequate defense. Shortly after consumption, there was an inability to fall asleep because vitamin C metabolizing into H2O2.

Eat, drink, and be merry!

As always, consult with a medical profession before making changes to your diet and/or review any possible adverse drug interactions.