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Want to Slow Aging, Increase Energy and Feel Better?

I received this newsletter from Dr Al Sears, a pioneer in the practice of anti-aging health care. It provides data you may have heard but probably aren’t fully applying.
The link takes you to a sales page for a product he formulated to help resolve the conditions. Regular users of my bars and powders will be very pleased to know I have had those ingredients in my products for years.
Tom,
“Chew this.” I was instructed.
“But don’t swallow. Just tell me when IT happens.”
IT?
What was IT?
I’d have to find out. My researcher’s son — who enlisted me in his science experiment — wasn’t telling.
So I obliged and started chewing.
It tasted just as I expected at first. Bland. Almost cardboard-like.
And then the strangest thing occurred.
After about a minute, a hint of sweetness tickled my tongue. I kept chewing. A few seconds later, it intensified… like I was sucking on candy. And a few seconds after that it felt like I had an entire spoonful of sugar in my mouth.
What happened?
Like a shredder rips paper into little strips… my teeth and enzymes in my saliva broke down the complex molecules in the food.
In a nutshell, simply chewing the food longer revealed what was REALLY inside the food.
Now, the food I was asked to chew was what many people would consider harmless. Some would even call it healthy.
A cracker.
But as you’ve just seen, essentially it was no different than eating sugar.
That’s right… the complex carbohydrates found in starchy foods like rice, pasta, and bread quickly turn into simple carbohydrates that have the same effect on your body as sugar.
Which means they have the same harmful health effects on your body that sugar does.
But so what? How much sugar can be in a cracker?
A lot more than you would think.
Just three measly crackers break down into the equivalent of ONE teaspoon of sugar.
To put this into perspective, just look at the American Heart Association recommendations for maximum added sugar. No more than 6 teaspoons per day for women… and 9 teaspoons per day for men.
That means 18 crackers will put you over your daily sugar intake!
And crackers aren’t the only food that will send your blood sugar soaring.
One slice of whole grain bread breaks down into the equivalent of almost 3 teaspoons of sugar.1
Just half a cup of cooked spaghetti2 turns into roughly 5 teaspoons of sugar.
And a small snack size bag of potato chips will hit you just as hard as 11 teaspoons of sugar!
And that’s just for starters…
Breakfast cereals… bagels… cookies… rice… mashed potatoes… the list goes on. They may have vitamins. They may have minerals. But metabolically speaking, your body treats them just like if you eat sugar.
Over the past few days, I’ve shown you how this hidden source of dietary sugar is behind Syndrome Zero. And the skyrocketing numbers of all chronic disease.
Which is why you should immediately stop consuming sugars and starchy foods.
That will stop any further damage.
Now, up until this point, that’s all you could do.
But I’ve recently made a breakthrough that repairs any damage you’ve already done. It’s a godsend for people with high blood sugar… or… who have trouble producing insulin.
It restores your body’s natural, fast-acting, fat-destroying metabolism.
And reverses your risk for a wide swath of chronic diseases caused by Syndrome Zero.
Up until a few years ago, this was impossible.
But thanks to advances in stem cell technology, you can now banish your blood sugar concerns in just 30 seconds.
I’ve been quietly testing this in my private practice. And I’ve seen the life-changing results in my patients first-hand.
Click here for all of the details.
To Your Good Health,
Al Sears, MD, CNS
https://www.whatissyndromezero.com/transcript

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Dogs And Roomba Don't Mix

Shared in the interests of public service. That fact that you may laugh yourself hoarse is not my fault!
So, last week, something pretty tragic happened in our household. It’s taken me until now to wrap my head around it and find the words to describe the horror. It started off simple enough – something that’s probably happened to most of you.
Sometime between midnight and 1:30am, our puppy Evie pooped on our rug in the living room. This is the only time she’s done this, so it’s probably just because we forgot to let her out before we went to bed that night. Now, if you have a detective’s mind, you may be wondering how we know the poop occurred between midnight and 1:30am. We were asleep, so how do I know that time frame?
Why, friends, that’s because our Roomba runs at 1:30am every night, while we sleep. And it found the poop. And so begins the Pooptastrophe. The poohpocalypse. The pooppening.
If you have a Roomba, please rid yourself of all distractions and absorb everything I’m about to tell you.
Do not, under any circumstances, let your Roomba run over dog poop. If the unthinkable does happen, and your Roomba runs over dog poop, stop it immediately and do not let it continue the cleaning cycle. Because if that happens, it will spread the dog poop over every conceivable surface within its reach, resulting in a home that closely resembles a Jackson Pollock poop painting.
It will be on your floorboards. It will be on your furniture legs. It will be on your carpets. It will be on your rugs. It will be on your kids’ toy boxes. If it’s near the floor, it will have poop on it. Those awesome wheels, which have a checkered surface for better traction, left 25-foot poop trails all over the house. Our lovable Roomba, who gets a careful cleaning every night, looked like it had been mudding. Yes, mudding – like what you do with a Jeep on a pipeline road. But in poop.
Then, when your four-year-old gets up at 3am to crawl into your bed, you’ll wonder why he smells like dog poop. And you’ll walk into the living room. And you’ll wonder why the floor feels slightly gritty. And you’ll see a brown-encrusted, vaguely Roomba-shaped thing sitting in the middle of the floor with a glowing green light, like everything’s okay. Like it’s proud of itself. You were still half-asleep until this point, but now you wake up pretty damn quickly.
And then the horror. Oh the horror.
So, first you clean the child. You scrub the poop off his feet and put him back in bed. But you don’t bother cleaning your own feet, because you know what’s coming. It’s inevitable, and it’s coming at you like a freight train. Some folks would shrug their shoulders and get back in bed to deal with it in the morning. But you’re not one of those people – you can’t go to sleep with that war zone of poop in the living room.
So you clean the Roomba. You toss it in the bathtub to let it soak. You pull it apart, piece-by-piece, wondering at what point you became an adult and assumed responsibility for 3:30am-Roomba-disassembly-poop-cleanups. By this point, the poop isn’t just on your hands – it’s smeared up to your elbows. You already heard the Roomba make that “whirlllllllllllllllll-boop-hisssssssss” noise that sounds like electronics dying, and you realize you forgot to pull the battery before getting it wet.
Oh, and you’re not just using profanity – you’re inventing new types of profanity. You’re saying things that would make Satan shudder in revulsion. You hope your kid stayed in bed, because if he hears you talking like this, there’s no way he’s not ending up in prison.
Then you get out the carpet shampooer. When you push it up to the rug – the rug that started it all – the shampooer just laughs at you. Because that rug is going in the trash, folks. But you shampoo it anyway, because your wife loved that damn rug, and you know she’ll ask if you tried to clean it first.
Then you get out the paper towel rolls, idly wondering if you should invest in paper towel stock, and you blow through three or four rolls wiping up poop. Then you get the spray bottle with bleach water and hose down the floor boards to let them soak, because the poop has already dried. Then out comes the steam mop, and you take care of those 25-ft poop trails.
And then, because it’s 6am, you go to bed. Let’s finish this tomorrow, right?
The next day, you finish taking the Roomba apart, scraping out all the tiny flecks of poop, and after watching a few Youtube instructional videos, you remove the motherboard to wash it with a toothbrush. Then you bake it in the oven to dry. You put it all back together, and of course it doesn’t work. Because you heard the “whirlllllllllllllll-boop-hissssssss” noise when it died its poopy death in the bathtub. But you hoped that maybe the Roomba gods would have mercy on you.
But there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. After spending a week researching how to fix this damn £350 Roomba without spending £350 again – including refurb units, new motherboards, and new batteries – you finally decide to call the place where you bought it. That place called Hammacher Schlemmer. They have a funny name, but they have an awesome warranty. They claim it’s for life, and it’s for any reason.
So I called them and told the truth. My Roomba found dog poop and almost precipitated World War III.
And you know what they did? They offered to replace it. Yes, folks. They are replacing the Roomba that ran over dog poop and then died a poopy, watery death in the bathtub – by no fault of their own, of course.
So, mad props to Hammacher Schlemmer. If you’re buying anything expensive, and they sell it, I recommend buying it from them. And remember – don’t let your Roomba run over dog poop…