I just finished reading it and it depressed me. Not because of the contents but because I remember my physical condition and the state of mind I was in at the time. It is disturbing to know how bad I've gotten in this past year and to know that this illness does not stop until I quit. There are no timeouts or vacations from it. It is relentless and insidious.
One of the Anonymous commenters on my blog challenged me to eat two Mounds Bars a day for two weeks with the implication being that the coconut would have beneficial affects to my "starving brain."
A year ago I dismissed the coconut oil fanatics on the assumption that if it worked my doctor would have prescribed it for me. Now I'm more desperate.....so I tried it.
Now let me paint you a picture. Every morning as I leave for work I grab a banana and a 12 ounce can of V8 that I consume on my 25 minute drive to work. Coffee is the first thing I do when I get to my desk (coffee CAN be a verb).
Now let's add 21 grams of sugar and 250 calories packed into a very tasty combination of dark chocolate and coconut. Can you say buzz! Then eat another one on your commute home. Can you say appetite killer!
About three days into the regimen I noticed that my mid section began to gurgle a bit. Two days later my stomach had developed a language of its own. Still I persevered because I said I would.
At the end of two weeks the results were in:
1. Tom Hanks was right about coconut being a natural laxative.
2. It will be two years before I eat another Mounds Bar. (On a side note, Superwoman put two Mounds in my Christmas stocking).
3. No noticeable improvement in motor skill function.
I can cross the Mounds/Coconut experiment off my list of things I have tried in moments of weakness.