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The (Mis)Adventure of the Week

September 17th, 2009 — 7:27pm

(Or, Joyce Becomes A Bookselling Monster!)

It all started last week, when I finally got around to listing some books for sale on Amazon. These were good books, beautiful books, that I bought in a a fit of passion, only to eventually succumb to buyer’s remorse. For many months, I kept them on my shelf, admiring the shiny cover, smiling over glossy pages, knowing I should recoup my losses, yet unwilling to let go. But finally the guilt of watching my husband lug 150 pounds of books up to our third floor apartment overcame my bibliophile defenses. I love my husband very much (more than my books, really); I love his back too. And so I determined to get the dirty job done.

After a few weeks of procrastination, I set up my seller’s account and started putting up books. After agonizing over beloved (but rarely-used) volumes and discarding the titles that were selling so low it wasn’t worth the effort (my threshold was $5), I ended up with nine respectable listings. Then I sat back for what I expected would be a long wait. I figured I would sell one every two weeks or so — every week when things were going fast, perhaps only one a month when things were slow — and my eventual hope was to be rid of half by the end of our six month lease. The leftovers would undergo judgment at that time and either be kept or somehow discarded.

Well, I woke up the next day and found that no fewer than SIX bulky volumes had sold in the night. SIX! Shocked would hardly begin to describe it. With only a tenuous grasp of where I could print out packing slips (we don’t have a printer) and a vague idea where the post office was, I set out, a large bag of books under each arm. My first stop was the library, where I’d noticed a “First 10 pages free” sign on the printer. Well just my luck, it was Thursday, the Farmer’s Market in Los Alamos. That meant all the parking lots were packed with cars, forcing me to improvise. Not thinking, I parked in a narrow lane and upon returning found myself squarely blocked by an SUV and a big red truck. Now, since low-carbing, my constitution has been stronger (if not exactly iron), so instead of panicking, I gulped, got into the car, and proceeded for several minutes to drive fruitlessly forwards two feet, backwards two feet, forwards two feet, backwards two feet, to the grave stares of many passersby. I thought about calling my husband, or perhaps even my Mommy in Missouri, but alas I didn’t have my phone. (Sigh.) Finally, I summoned my courage, revved the car over the curb, and made my escape (missing the SUV on my right by about two inches and the large decorative rock on my left by maybe a bit less). After that, I merely needed to execute a hair-raising 20-point U-turn in another tiny alleyway and I was free. I drove home shaking, called my husband hysterically, pulled myself together, and headed to the post office.

After half an hour of frantic sorting and letting people pass me in line, I finally had my six books shipped. I arrived home, exhausted … to find another one had sold. (!@%*$!) Five days later, I shipped my ninth book. Wow. I don’t know whether to laugh hysterically for joy or laugh hysterically in agony. (Both maybe.) Why, I could almost quit my day job.

Speaking of which, I have one now! More on that later …

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How to Win Friends

April 28th, 2009 — 5:28pm

There is a myth that homeschoolers are socially inept. I know this is a myth because my husband busts it wide open. His social skills far outstrip mine which, forged in the blazing fires of public school, are supposed to resemble steel. The reality is more like styrofoam. In our family, my husband manages all the PR.

One fine sunny day, I was lamenting my public awkwardness to my husband. Being a very proactive man, Spencer encouraged me to do something about it. He suggested I read Dale Carnegie’s classic, How to Win Friends and Influence People, citing it as a big inspiration in his life.

“Well, I don’t want any friends. And I don’t want to influence anyone.” I was pretty grumpy that day.

“O-oh.” He looked bemused. “Then read it to find out what not to do. You wouldn’t want to get popular by accident now, would you.”

Now there was a good thought! I hijacked the volume from my parents’ bookshelf, and currently it is laying by my bed, half read.

how-to-win-friends.jpgThis is actually my second go-around with this book. I forayed two or three chapters into it as a teenager but failed miserably to apply it to my life. This was because I approached it as a skin-deep remedy. That doesn’t work here. Unlike a lot of self-help concepts that pretend to be profound but are really quite shallow, this book strikes me as the opposite. Carnegie’s recommendations read like a simple dos and don’ts list, but they require a depth of sincerity that can’t be faked.

Now, a half decade older and (hopefully) wiser, I see this book more for the remarkable volume it is. In a lot of ways, it feels like the practical side to Jesus’s teachings. Where Jesus tells us what to be, Carnegie tells us how being these things would manifest itself in our social life in particular. I imagine Christ did these things effortlessly; He was an awfully popular fellow.

“Can’t you just go through the motions?” you might ask. Well, theoretically, I don’t see why not. But I can’t imagine anyone succeeding. After all, it is awfully hard to act unselfish for a prolonged time without being unselfish. I mean, I suppose that it is entirely possible that Mother Theresa was really a selfish brat, but simply went through the motions … all her life … Hmmm, you see my point?

So I hope to finish this book sometime. I will of course use it to cement my curmudgeonly solitude. Except for dear Spencer; I suppose I could wield a principle or two … but just on him. In the meantime, I highly recommend it. Not only is it a gem of advice, it also very well written, with that clarity and charm unique to old books. Hopefully, it will help you become the best-liked person in the room. And in the event you’re hoping to make enemies, if applied in reverse, it can help you do that too.

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Me Buying Lingerie

April 8th, 2009 — 1:18pm

I’ve done it! I made my first puchase from Victoria’s Secret. See? Here’s that signature pretty pink shopping bag vying for space with my purse and cd collection.

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I’m so very pleased by its presence. I was walking around the mall with my purchase when it hit me that I looked just like all the other women carrying that lovely pink bag — feminine and with a secret (Victoria’s presumably ^^).

My purchase wasn’t big, just two bras. Mine were getting so ratty, I finally resigned myself to the usual hair-ripping bra shopping experience. Enter a revolutionary idea: “Why don’t I go upscale this time? Let’s just peek in at Victoria’s.” A pleasant half hour later, I walked out with the best-fitting bras of my life.

I grew up not thinking much about my undergarments. No one saw them anyway. We were a weird family there for a while: Forty-something mom bought everything at Victoria’s Secret while her teenage daughter wore granny-pants from Wal-Mart. (Okay, bikini-style Fruit of the Loom. Not quite granny, but still.) I was an unusually frugal teen and didn’t see any point in spending a fortune on my underthings. After that, I got crazy religious and conservative for a while and thought that anything that even hinted at the existence of sexuality was to be strictly avoided. I’m better now, thankfully.

the-lingerie-handbook.jpgMy introduction to lingerie has been more or less gradual. Five months ago, I bought The Lingerie Handbook, as delightfully pink as my little shopping bag. It’s a gem! I can’t resist giving a quick plug for it: Ladies, if you’re at all fashion-consciousness, go and treat yourself to it. It’s only $6 on Amazon! Honestly, I’d recommend it if it were $15. In 186 gorgeous glossy pages, Ms. Apsan walks you through all of the lingerie you’ll ever need to look and feel great in your clothes, from the right bra and panties for the outfit all the way to how to buy leggings. Do you know the difference between tights and pantyhose? I didn’t until I read this. Everything under the sun is here. I had a blast reading through it and learned a lot!

Ever since the book, I’ve kept an eye out for lingerie. But for various reasons (tight finances, moving cross country, new diet) I never took the plunge. Sure, I grabbed a few lacy items off the racks at Wally World. But I figured I’d wait until I was happier with my figure to put out the big bucks. Well, I’ve changed my thinking a bit since then:

1. As slow as my weight loss is going, I can’t put my life on hold until I get my new figure. Who knows when that’ll be?

2. I might get pregnant and stall weight loss for a year at a time anyway. I’m not going to put off a family just to fit into a slinky black dress, nice as it sounds. Life is bigger than that.

3. I need bras NOW. Yeah I know there’s a thousand things changing in my life — I’m losing weight, I could get pregnant — but that doesn’t fix my present predicament.

I took the plunge. Honestly? It didn’t hurt nearly as much in the wallet as I’d anticipated. I spent $50 total — that’s $25 each. Sure, it’s a tad more than Wal-Mart but it’s not a bit higher than JCPenney’s and the quality, not to mention the service, outstrips them both by far. What can I say? I’m a convert. I’m never going back.

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Diet Update

April 8th, 2009 — 11:22am

I’m losing weight! It’s painfully slow, but it’s visible: My face has definitely slimmed. It might seem like a small victory, but when nothing else seems to be moving much, it’s something. As for my waist, I’ve lost something like 2 inches, though I’m always nervous stating progress by the tape measure — it’s so easy to “gain” or “lose” a half inch by shifting every so slightly. My clothes don’t fit much differently though, so no exultations there. :(

I know. Perhaps I should just buy a scale. But it seems like one more thing that I have to find a home for in our tiny studio apartment. And it might be yet another reminder of my slow progress. I’m naturally impatient to be dropping faster. It seems like everyone else on a low-carb diet is losing ten pounds a month. It hardly seems fair! :) However, I have to remind myself that I gained all this weight at about 6 pounds a year — that’s only a half pound a month — so I suppose it’s only natural that I lose it slowly too.

Also, my body probably has a lot of internal strife to settle before it can tackle the external things. My health has been pretty out of whack for many years, so it’s got its work cut out for it. I must say, it’s doing marvelously. I’m actually starting to feel normal now, which is not something I could boast for most of a decade. For one, my thirst is behaving normally now. Where before I would get serious headaches if I wasn’t constantly sipping water, now I simply drink a big glass two or three times a day and don’t think about it the rest of the time — just like regular people! :) That means I have much more stamina and besides, it’s just plain convenient not to have to carry gallons of fluid with me everywhere I go. This happy development is probably the result of thinner blood, which I noticed last menstrual cycle. That’s actually a known effect of low-carbing. Hyperinsulinemia thickens the blood, eventually producing clots and arteriosclerosis and all that nasty stuff; low-carbing reverses the effect. I’m quite grateful: Thick blood runs on my father’s side, and my uncle died of it in his forties. I may have been saved from an untimely death — well, by that cause anyway.

Isn’t it cool to experience the natural benefits of low-carb living? I’m thrilled to be part of the norm. I’ve identified with the abnormal 0.1% on health issues for so long, it seems absurd to me that I’m now one of the crowd. It’s great!

One big new thing: About a month ago, I changed my low-carb approach to the Paleo Diet. I’m reluctant to say I’ve gone off of Protein Power because I love the Eades and their books, but that’s sort of the truth of it. The carb counting was getting too high maintenance. Plus I wasn’t dropping weight very fast, the reason for which I encountered in Protein Power Lifeplan:  I was consuming too many calories. According to the Eades, people of small stature often have this problem, the main culprits being cream, nut butters, and cheese. Well I was getting sick of all the excess dairy I’d been consuming anyway, so after some thought and perusal of Loren Cordain’s The Paleo Diet, I switched over.

The Paleo Diet, by Loren Cordain

What is the Paleo Diet? It ends up being a low-carb diet, but sort of indirectly. The idea is to eat only what a Paleolithic person would have eaten. Of course it’s strictly impossible, but we can approximate. The rules are simple: You can have all the meat, fish, eggs, non-starchy vegetables, and fruit you want. You cannot have dairy, grains, beans, or starchy vegetables (think potatoes, plantains, cassava, etc.). And it’s as simple as that. No calorie or carb counting. Just do’s and dont’s.

Of course, what’s a starchy vegetable? Some are obvious like the ones I’ve listed above, but veggies follow a gradient and, as far as I know, there’s not a strict cut-off point. So I still do some carb look-ups. Another good heuristic is to ask the question, “Could it be consumed raw?” the motivation being that our Paleo ancestors didn’t cook their food (could be wrong about that; I’m not a huge anthropology buff). Did you know that raw potatoes contain toxins and can make you quite sick? Beans too, which is another reason they’re ruled out besides being quite starchy. By the way, I want to clarify that you don’t have to eat your food raw, you just have to check that it can be eaten raw.

Anyway, the simplicity of the diet works well for me. It also effectively keeps my calories low. Since I’ve gone on it, the weight’s been coming off faster (which is to say that now I can actually tell I’m losing — not bad, eh?). I probably consume more carbs now, but mostly in the form of fruits and vegetables that have a low glycemic index and therefore stimulate less insulin release (the mother of all evil!). I say mostly because I’m actually not following this diet strictly. I still eat whey protein powder, the occasional slice of low-carb bread, and once in a very long while a stick of cheese. Still, I stay pretty much on target.

(I feel obliged to mention that I’ve not actually read The Paleo Diet, only skimmed it in the bookstore, so this information by no means represents the diet in full — merely the concept. I’m definitely not following it to the T. For one, Cordain prohibits the use of salt and vinegar; I still enjoy these quite liberally.)

One more new thing in my life that pertains somewhat to low-carbing (boy a lot happens in two months, eh?). My husband and I are trying for a baby! No positive news yet, but it could come any minute. Which is why I spent a feverish week looking for information about low-carbing during pregnancy. I started out with only a few scraps of information. The Eades advise you to shift to maintenance ASAP if you find out you’re pregnant but don’t explain why. I was also vaguely aware that many doctors will glare daggers at you if you attempt to low-carb through pregnancy; but then again, I don’t trust traditional doctors anymore. See where they got me?

Anyway, I couldn’t find any miracle articles that exhaustively explained things, but I did turn up one or two helpful resources. First, a low-carb pregnancy success story from a woman named Dawn — very encouraging. The other is a Yahoo group, PregnantAtkids, which I joined. (Yes, that’s spelled right: Atkids.) It’s a support group for low-carb pregnancy. You have to be trying to conceive, pregnant, or breastfeeding; women only. There are a lot of recipes and articles there, and a lot of women with tips and stories to share. One thing I learned there is that low-carbing increases your fertility! Interesting huh? Granted it’s only anecdotal, but more than one woman on that site has PCOS, yet has several children. Evidently this is considered something of a miracle.

At this point, I’m set on low-carbing throughout pregnancy. I never really doubted it. My diet feels rich and full — not at all a “diet” in the usual sense or “unbalanced” as many nutritionists would call it. I also feel wonderful; I can’t imagine feeling so healthy if low-carb were as drastically bad for you as modern nutrition would have you think. So when I decide to low-carb throughout pregnancy, I don’t make that decision grimly on principle but with immense joy and relief.

Well, that’s all folks. I’ll update you when there’s something to report. Really, I’m going to try to be better about writing more often. :)

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A New Diet

January 22nd, 2009 — 11:00pm

protein-power.jpgTwo or three weeks ago, I went on a low-carb diet called Protein Power. Let me tell you, boy is it something! I feel absolutely great. I love what I’m eating, and I’m always satiated, never hungry. Plus I’m seeing some results already, which is astounding — I was sort of on the diet for a week and then officially on the diet for a week or two, and already I look slimmer.

And as a bonus, it’s cured my acne. Seriously! I have so many acne scars on my face that it took me a full week to realize I’ve stopped breaking out. At first, I thought it was the California air — I started the diet right after I moved here. And that is possible. But after some thought, I don’t think it’s likely. California is drier than Missouri’s summers, but it’s more humid than Missouri’s winters. In Missouri, I broke out every day all year round, whether hot, cold, humid, dry, or anything in between. I tried all kinds of stuff for years before giving up completely. And suddenly, it vanishes. And that’s not all. The dry skin rash on my hand is also fading after months of irritation. Now it could be something healing about Los Angeles, but I’m skeptical. I think it has more to do with what I’m putting into my body.

So how did I get on this diet? What is it about? I hope you’re curious, because I’m dying to tell you all about it!

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So here’s how I got on this diet and how it’s done for me so far. (If you’re itching to read about the diet itself, scroll down to the next section.)

I’ve been smidge overweight for a long as I can remember, but I finally exceeded my own tolerance when I ballooned up to 160 pounds in college. I’m only 5′2″ and barely a medium frame, so that puts me between 30 and 40 pounds overweight depending on what chart you use. After two years of feeling pimply and fat, I’d had enough. I wanted to do something about it. However, it was crazy for me to diet while in college, so I decided to wait until I was out. Well, a month ago, that time finally came.

With no reason to think there was a better way, I figured I’d do the usual low fat, high exercise diet. I’d count calories, eschew cream and butter, and go for a jog every other day. I was really, really dreading it. I hated low-fat eating. I’d tried it before and it only made me feel terrible — headaches, constant hunger, painful menstrual cycles, and on and on. In that condition, I was very doubtful that I could exercise without ill consequence. You see, I’d been sick for almost a decade from adrenal gland malfunction. Even after years of recuperation, I could still barely exercise. And I knew low-fat eating would only make things worse. So, I was understandably skeptical that my diet would succeed. Deep down, I expected to try for two or three weeks before giving up in the face of immediate health decline. After that, I would just resign myself to being fat. “At least Spencer always thinks I’m beautiful,” I would reassure myself, “so it doesn’t matter that I hate the way I look.”

It’s a testament to how much I wanted to be thinner that even with all this hovering over me, I was still determined to give it a try. However, God intervened, thank His goodness! On our way out to California, we stopped to spend a few days with Spencer’s father and stepmother, Jim and Joy. It turned out that Jim had just been on a diet with great success, so naturally I asked him what he did. He introduced me to Protein Power, a low-carbohydrate diet by Drs. Michael and Mary Dan Eades.

Protein Power — I’d never heard of it. Probably some crazy fad diet. I wasn’t keen on it at first. Even though I didn’t like what I had in store — fatigue, hunger, and maybe a five-pound loss if I was lucky — I liked the idea of a fad diet even less.

But then Jim kept talking — about what you eat on the Protein Power diet: Meat, eggs, heavy cream, butter, plus leafy greens, berries, melons, and so much more. Oooh. My mouth started watering: All favorite foods of mine! The trouble was, I loved carbs too. My father’s side of the family comes from Shandong, a province in China that is famous for consuming great quantities of wheat flour. I was raised eating carbs, carbs, carbs. But after a very brief consideration, it was clear that my personal scale was tipped toward protein and fat. I just couldn’t live without meat and eggs. Carbs I would miss, but I could deal.

I wish I could say that something weightier than culinary greed made my decision. But the truth was, I was grasping at straws. I desperately did not want to do low-fat. Protein Power sounded great in comparison. And so what if nutritional experts didn’t like it? I reasoned that one doctor was the same as another, so if there were doctors out there who thought low-carb would work, I was willing to do it.

True to my nature, I jumped right into it. I began eschewing carbs immediately and endeavored to procure the book. However, because we were on the road, the holiday season was in full swing, and ten thousand other things were happening all at once, I didn’t get a good start until about two weeks ago when we moved into our new place. Then I set to work in earnest. It was eggs, cheese, cottage cheese, whole milk, heavy cream, butter, and meat exclusively. Mmm-mm-mmm!

Two or three days in, I hit the infamous carb crash. Most people go through this, I found out later, because your body is readjusting its enzyme makeup. I’m glad I was expecting it because it was rather unpleasant. I was fatigued and dizzy and had to lay down every few hours. But I persevered. In three days, it was over and I was back on my feet.

And was I back! I felt great. I ate less but felt fuller. My endurance also improved, which is a big deal for me. And all this from guesswork: Since the book hadn’t arrive yet, I wasn’t actually following the diet; I was just cutting carbs.

Finally, the Protein Power book arrived. I read it cover to cover. A short ways into it, I realized what a gem I’d unwittingly stumbled into. I had come to this book for weight loss. But it was so much more. This diet was actually developed to treat dangerously high blood pressure, elevated cholesterol, heart disease, and diabetes. Weight loss was simply a bonus. Although I don’t have any problems now, my risk factors are not so good: On my mother’s side, my grandmother died of heart disease, and the whole family has heart trouble. On my father’s side, my grandmother has type II diabetes, my uncle died several years ago of a blood clot in his early forties, and the whole family has blood-related issues. If that’s not enough, it’s clear that I store most of my fat in my belly. Very very bad.

Have you ever narrowly escaped a catastrophe you didn’t know was coming? That’s how I felt then, as if I could feel the sheltering light of God shining down on me. Yes I knew about these risk factors, but I’d never put it together quite like that. And even if I had, what was I going to do about it? Go low-fat? See above description of how bad the low-fat diet makes me feel. But now, the solution had landed in my lap. At that moment, I felt so incredibly blessed.

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“That’s very nice,” you say, “but what about this diet. What’s the grand idea?” I agree! Let’s talk about Protein Power now. Here it is in a nutshell:

The idea behind Protein Power revolves around insulin and something called insulin resistance. Insulin is the hormone that keeps your blood sugar from getting too high. You may know that lack of insulin causes type I diabetes. Well, America’s problem isn’t lack of insulin; it’s too much! Here’s what happens: When you’re little, your body is shiny and new, and everything works like a charm. So when you eat a piece of bread and your blood sugar goes up, your pancreas only has to release a tiny squirt of insulin to bring it back down. This is because your cells are very sensitive to insulin. You can eat all the cookies, potatoes, and white bread that you want, and it only takes a little bit of insulin deal with your blood sugar. However, as you age and your cells are constantly bombarded by insulin, they become desensitized and need progressively more stimulus to achieve the same effect. (Just like your classic heroin addict.) Pretty soon, your pancreas is pumping out prodigial amount of insulin to keep your blood sugar in check. At this point, you develop hyperinsulinemia, where you have way too much insulin in your bloodstream.

So what’s wrong with too much insulin? Well everything — that’s what. Hyperinsulinemia causes high blood pressure, elevated cholesterol, the thickening and scarring of arteries, and obesity. Eventually it also causes type II diabetes. That’s when your cells become so desensitized to insulin that even ridiculous amounts can’t keep your blood sugar in check. At this point, your exhausted pancreas gives up entirely, and you have diabetes.

If insulin is the problem, the natural question is, “How do we lower our insulin?” The only known way is through our diet. Yep, we have to cut the carbs. Looking at your metabolism, you can see why. Carbs induce a huge spike in insulin. In contrast, fat is completely neutral (remarkable, huh?) and protein elicits only a small response. Here’s the kicker: The combination of high-carb low-protein is even worse than pure carb in terms of insulin. (You wouldn’t believe it possible, but yes.) Which is why the low-fat diet fails: Since most protein sources also contain a lot of fat, when you cut out the fat, you end up cutting out a lot of the protein too. You replace it all with carbs and — voila! — you have high-carb low-protein.

If you’re like pre-diet me and follow the USDA guidelines and all, you probably shudder at the thought of cream cheese or fatty meat. But here’s a paradigm shift: Dietary fat does not automatically translate to body fat. It takes insulin to make that shift. Insulin triggers your body to store fat, while its counterpart, glucagon, tells your body to burn fat. If you keep your insulin level elevated above your glucagon level, you’ll get fatter. You do it the other way around and you’ll get slimmer.

Anyway, all this is explained in much more detail in Protein Power. I’m no medical buff, so I’ll leave that to the Drs. Eades. I would like to relay a small history lesson, which was part of the inspiration behind this diet:

Agriculture has only been around for ten thousand years. “Only?” you say incredulously. “That’s a long time!” Well before agriculture, human beings lived as hunter-gatherers for 700,000 years! That’s 7,000 centuries compared to 100 centuries. Paleolithic people lived on a diet primarily of meat with a small amount of nuts, berries, and other gathered foods. Archaeological evidence shows that these people were tall, lean, fit, and had perfect teeth; there are no signs of obesity, heart disease, or dental problems (and I don’t imagine they ever brushed). Fast forward to the ancient Egyptians. They lived in a modern nutritional paradise: Complex whole grains, fresh fruits and vegetables, olive oil, honey instead of sugar, fish, and almost no red meat. However, both mummified remains and written records show widespread gum disease and tooth infection, obesity, and heart disease. This pattern is not specific to just these two groups of people. It is so consistent that archaeologists use to classify prehistoric peoples: If you find strong bones and healthy teeth, they’re hunter-gatherer; but if it’s brittle bones and tooth decay, they’re agricultural.

For the record, I’ve heard a lot of the same information about Paleolithic people from other sources, namely my college Agriculture Science class.

You might be scratching your head. “Didn’t Paleolithic people have rather short life spans?” Good point, but here’s why it doesn’t matter. Paleolithic people died young-ish (40 or 50), but almost all of them died from severe injuries like skull fractures that were probably sustained while hunting. It doesn’t say much about their state of health when they died (apparently excellent). Nutritional health won’t save you from being run over by a car — or a woolly mammoth — but it will keep you from dying of heart disease, which is sadly the more prevalent of the two today.

I’ll finish up with a little information about the Eades themselves and the history behind this diet. They practice medicine in Little Rock, Arkansas. They used to be dietary conventionalists too, but over time, they worked out this new diet and the reasoning behind it. Even they were skeptical at first. It looked good on paper, but would it work? After two decades, the answer is a resounding yes. They’ve treated thousands of patients with high blood pressure, high cholestrol, heart disease, and diabetes. Usually, these people are able to test normal and kick their medication within 6 weeks!!

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So I’m going to give this a try! So far it’s been treating me great, and I have the highest hopes for the future.

If you’re intrigued and want to dive in too, you can get Protein Power here on Amazon for only $11. (It’s $16 or $17 in bookstores.) It contains everything you’ll need to know to get started. While you’re there, check out the hundreds of success stories posted in the reviews. Hopefully, mine will be among them soon.

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