I’ll do this as a separate post rather than as an update to the one I just put up, because it’s that important. You can file this under either “why I do what I do” or, “Richard loves to rub people’s faces in steaming piles of stinky shit when they deserve it.”
Some time back, I posted about my parents-in-law’s 60th wedding anniversary. Sam has been a type 2 diabetic for 40 years or more—more than half his life. I’ve been there myself and seen BG readings after breakfast of 400+. I finally got him to take the potato starch challenge. I suggested he dose it with a mix of kefir and orange juice. He loves it.
He went mildly hypoglycemic at night after a few days, is having to reduce his insulin. (Update: he just reports in email that other things are improved, too, but out of respect for his privy’s I’ll leave it to your imagination.)
I have to say it: Fuck You Wooo, and your mocking, ridiculing and LOLing over this non-medical, cheap and easy intervention that thumbs its nose at you and your faux lernins. You’re a stupid, vapid, crazy, and unhinged bitch who thinks keto keeps you from being even more fucking crazy and OCD, while Occam’s Razor suggests it’s the source of your problems in the first place. …I take it back. Get out of the medical profession. You’re going to hurt people.