For me, all the information I come accross that seems to make sense, has to get tested by my mind/body. And with some types of info sources (training for instance) I can only do that by individualizing the info, and adapting it to my body type and limitations, some of the adapting being instinctive.
The word "diet" scares me. It smacks of dogma, written by people with an agenda, and often without the type of credibility I feel is essential to validate what they're saying.
Diet, for me, is best approached by modifying, even if slightly, the original information source to suit my needs etc. In other words, take the best and leave the rest. For my needs, a spoonful of molasses at night might have a place in a paleo type approach, as an example.
Different strokes for different folks - its going to depend a lot on what you do during the day, and what your individual goals are. I have had trouble concentrating my whole life. So going after that problem via what I injest makes sense. I have had problems with addictions my whole adult life, so modifying my fuel sources is just basic logic, as I go through a somewhat trial and error process.
For me, caffine is out. Done. No more. I am at day three and curiously no headaches, but feel the Head-Bangers Ball might be just delayed a bit this time.
With caffine out, and with the help of a resticted diet, plus meds that are actually doing a pretty good job with my anxiety at this time, I am going after nicotine with all I've got. Time for change, am tired of suffering and shooting myself in the foot. Been doing that for decades and it has finally pissed me off for real. :-)
It stikes me that, with some fuels/chemicals that I have persisted in consuming, I have really been a total bone head, and very resistant to change. But also have to cut myself some slack, since my anxiety disorder is really bad, and has many times short circuited better judgement, resulting in patterns of self defeating behaviour over and over add infinitum. My meds have really helped me get a grip on this sh*t, so I am going to go for it, make some changes, and see what I can discover.
Sugar, in my life, is history.
Some people are way more sensitive to fuel sources than others, or so it seems.
I know I am, and my anxiety disorder is like a magnifying glass making every indiscretion stand out. I feel pretty sure I got my dietary sensitivity from my dad.
He was pure Lofoten Norwegian. And for all I know, his ancestors had been living on the Lofoten islands maybe forever.
"In cod ve trust".
