Contributing Factors to Cancer: Part 3 (Sedentary Lifestyle)

Yes, I know I said the next post would be about essential oils, but this one's been hanging around whimpering for attention so long, I either need to git 'er done or delete it. Since it's rather important information, I guess I'd better git 'er done.

I've already talked about some of the contributing factors to cancer. There's the post about Toxins (you can read about it here), and the one about Acidity (read about it here). Today let's talk about Sedentary Lifestyles. (This'll probably be a pretty short one because there's a book calling my name.) (snicker)

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If you're over the age of two, you have to have heard (a gazillion times) that exercise is good for you. But if you're like the huge majority of Americans, you still find it way more enjoyable to lounge around after a long day of work, watching a movie and munching on ___________ (insert your favorite salty/sugary snack). And isn't it lovely to kick off a lazy weekend by sleeping in Saturday morning? (Unless, of course, you have little kids who don't know how to sleep in, or older kids who have soccer/baseball/speech-and-debate events to which you are the taxi driver, or you've reached an age where sleep feels like work.)

But here's the thing:  Remember how cancer thrives in acidic environments? And remember how cancer cells are usually anaerobic (preferring to live without oxygen)? Well, it turns out that not only does exercise induce deep breathing -- which brings oxygen to all your cells, but muscle usage also burns off acidity. So it kills two birds with one stone.

No, make that three birds. Because there's also the whole lymph thing. Did I talk about that yet?  No? Well, allow me.

Ahem. 

One's lymph system is vital to one's health. You see, it plays a huge part in our immune system -- housing and transporting white blood cells at a moment's notice -- but it also filters and recycles institial fluid (the stuff between the cells, containing debris that's been ejected from the cells). Sort of like a car wash that recycles its water. The kicker is:  It has no pump. It depends on muscle movement to keep it circulating. 

So now imagine your lymph fluid, full of excreted garbage (sewer, if you will), trying to make its way up your body where it can be dumped into the subclavian vein on its way to the lungs and kidneys to be breathed/urinated out. Then imagine that you've just come into contact with the flu bug, and that same fluid is needing to rush white blood cells to your airways to kill off the nasty virus . . .  but you're sitting at your desk and then sitting in your car and then sitting in your recliner and then laying in your bed.  So the lymph fluid sits, too.

Know what happens to dirty lymph fluid that sits still? Yup, it becomes acidic. It's full of toxins, remember?

It so happens that breasts are made up of mammary glands, fatty tissue, and . . . wait for it . . . lymph  tissue.  We in America have been fed the crazy notion that women's breasts are very sexy but that they shouldn't jiggle. So we strap them down, push them up, squeeze them together for cleavage -- and if the breasts are especially heavy, we add an underwire for support, effectively choking the circulation of lymph fluid (and oxygen-rich blood) down to a trickle. So there it sits, stagnating and creating a perfect environment for cancer to begin and thrive -- acidic and anaerobic.

So . . .  imagine getting out of your chair right now and going for a five- or ten-minute walk. Or hopping on the rebounder for a few minutes. Or going skiing. Or ice skating. Or shooting some baskets. Or seeing if you can still ride a bike.  Imagine getting that vital fluid circulating so it can carry that gunk outta there!  

Okay, now stop imagining and do it. The book/movie/Facebook will wait for you.

Update (aka How Things Are Going)

It has been called to my attention that it's been three weeks since I lasted posted, and that it's been waaay longer than that since I talked about what I eat.  I have to chuckle at the thought that there are people out there who are actually interested in what I put in my mouth. It's a little odd, if you think about it.

Anyway, my diet has continued to evolve. There was a time when meat of any kind sounded disgusting to me, but that lasted only a couple or three months, and then beef started sounding *really* good -- to the point that I could eat it at least once a day every day. It took longer to want chicken, but that tastes good now, too. Pork, not so much. I had baby back ribs (done in the crockpot; sooo good!) for Christmas, and I've had bacon maybe twice, but that's about it.

Breakfast usually consists of a cup of hot water with a few slices of ginger root, a squeeze of lemon, and a dab of raw honey, and:
- Oat groats with berries, nuts and coconut milk; or
- Fried eggs with avocado slices and a splash of Cholula; or
- A piece of toast with some kind of nut butter (peanut, almond, cashew); or
- Leftover baked yam, diced and fried in butter (crispy on the outside, soft on the inside; 
  sooo good!)

Lunch is usually eaten on the fly -- a handful of walnuts and dried cranberries; a boiled egg or two; a couple swallows of kefir; some greens powder in applesauce . . .

I snack when I need to, which is not every day. 
- four or five Brazil nuts; or
- a small slice of cheese; or
- six or eight almonds; or
- three or four dried apricots; or
- two or three prunes

Supper can be just about anything:
- a pile of veggies (steamed or raw); and
- a hamburger patty w/ cheese (I found some raw-milk organic mild cheddar the other 
   day!); or
- split pea soup (I found some healthier kielbasa sausage which is awesomely delicious in 
  it.) and spelt cornbread; or
- a couple tilapia fillets, a baked yam with butter, and roasted broccoli; or
- a baked potato soaked in butter; or
- corn chips and salsa with or without some beans

I still eat very little sugar (and probably always will). I find it affects my mental outlook; and the fact that eating a little makes me want to eat more is just annoying.

What's different?  
- I'm not juicing much anymore. Seems like I got my fill of it, so I backed off.
- I've eased up on the supplements quite a bit. It varies, but usually there's some selenium, 
  some CoQ10, some indole-3 carbinol, some vitamin C, some vitamin D3 (because it's been 
  so cloudy lately and my mood shows it), sometimes some vitamin B, and most days some 
  topical iodine and frankincense essential oil (more about that later)
- I'm eating more nightshade vegetables (white potatoes, salsa, marinara, etc.)
- I'm not eating nearly so many vegetables as I was. Not sure if that's a bad thing or not, but 
  they quit tasting as good, so I backed off. This too will probably evolve.

I've gotten better at knowing what my body needs, so I basically eat what sounds good. If what sounds good is unhealthy (e.g. maple bars from Rosauers, or regular pasta), I usually ignore it. But that doesn't happen very often. Mostly I want good food.

All that said, I've had a hankering for pasta lately, so last night I cooked some quinoa pasta, smothered it with marinara sauce and cheese, ate a few bites . . . and decided that next time I'll just go to Olive Garden. Some things are worth it. 

Intuitively, I think the cancer is pretty much gone. And I can feel that the cysts are gone or much, much smaller. I still have a ways to go to get my body into top working order, but it's much better than it was. When I figure out a way to prove the absence of cancer, I'll let you know.

Exercise: It's too icy to walk outside, so I'm using the rebounder a few minutes a day. I kind of like it. And it's supposed to be good for moving lymph fluid.

Overall, I'm feeling good -- better than I have in a very long time. If there's cancer residing in my body, I don't know it.  My mind is working better than it has in a lot of years. I have energy to do things around home again. In fact, the sewing machine is out and I'm cutting up old sheets to make face cradle covers for work. *That* is not normal for me. So yup, life is good and I'm so looking forward to what this new year holds!

Next up: My fascination with essential oils. Stay tuned . . .