I have my own set of "fat and after" photos. And, if you’re carrying some "extra junk-in-the-trunk," so can you, if you want. I like to look at my "fat and after" pictures frequently. To me, they reflect more than a radical physical transformation. They reflect a life change and serve as a reminder of my hostage situation.
When I was fat, I lived life on life’s terms. I ate what life served, usually meatball subs and Oatmeal Cream Pies (in moderation – I rationalized). I drank what life poured, usually liquid blubber masquerading as diet soda. And I exercised when life allowed, usually a few reps of bench press twice a week.
Obama: Thanks for letting me interview you. You seem keen on health. Plus you look great. You told me you just celebrated your 35th Birthday in Crested Butte, Colorado, but you don’t look a day older than 34!
The People’s Chemist (TPC): Thanks for noticing. I try my best to keep a lean physique, it helps if I get my chest waxed too – Makes me look more buff.
That’s creepy though, were you scrolling through my FaceBook photos? I thought you’d be too busy to surf the Internet?
Vaccines are great. They save so many lives. Everyone should be jabbed. The end of disease justifies the means, even if this means a few people are mangled in the process.
This is the common justification of vaccine proponents around the world. It’s rife with emotion, void of logic.
Vaccination isn’t immunization, and vice versa. In my book, Over-The-Counter Natural Cures, I outline the historic failure of some of the most popular vaccinations. You don’t hear about them in the pharmaceutically compliant news, but they are well documented in the medical journals.
I wish medicine wasn’t so damn complicated. If it weren’t, people would see how Big Pharma cleverly plays prescription cupid to hook the masses into an antidepressant romance. Fueled by dreamy ads, sexy actors, and medical experts who get paid to give pharmaceutical fellatio, the romance has grown into a full-fledged orgy.
Antidepressants are among the best selling drugs, yet not one single diagnostic test supports their effectiveness. Romance makes for great business. But, are patients getting the love they deserve or are they facing another life threatening disaster akin to the Vioxx fiasco (killing an estimated 30,000 people who could have just used aspirin)? Perhaps the chemical facts behind antidepressants will give way to reality and help Americans sever ties to the deadly affair. Read Full Article HERE.
I haven’t always been a chemist. As a teenager I was a lifeguard in Arizona. During my college days, my love for the water led me to be a raft guide in Colorado and the Grand Canyon. Despite all the years spent under direct sun, I never used synthetic sun block. Though, I did fear premature wrinkling. As a chemist, I set out to find Mother Nature’s anti-wrinkle oil. I found it in Polynesia. It’s known as Kukui oil.
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