Today’s Food with Tender Head and Salt Craving
Today’s post clearly betrays the fact that I am still fascinated with how much I have been abusing myself with an acidic blood diet. I can clearly be accused of “blaming everything” that went wrong with my body with having an acidic blood stream. In “Today’s Food with Poison and Acid,” my list of acid-blood symptoms contains only seven items.
Today I would like to add two more possible items:
- Tender Head
- Salt CravingMy mother used to always complain—especially while under the wonderful African-American hot comb—about having a tender head. During menopause she would even complain about being touched—as in “don’t touch me!” As my maturity progresses, my wacky, creepy-old-man theories lead me to guess that some of that discomfort came from acidic blood.
There were certain days when it hurt to run a brush smoothly over my shaved head. I watched this pain come and go for years—halfway ignoring it—being absent about it. After spending these few weeks with non-acidic eating habits, I notice that I have yet to feel this discomfort again. Just a creepy-old-man theory… This is not the first time I have gone through these discoveries and revelations. What is weird is when I tell something like this to people and some feel compelled to disagree with me—some would even dare to tell me how I “actually” feel and what is “really” going on… Well, sometimes we live long enough and we get to see what becomes of such “realistic” people—I remain deeply connected and trusting my feelings…
Salt Craving
My salt cravings appear to be gone as well… Now, according to an ehow.com article, “Does Salt Change the pH of Water?,” there is some relationship between salt and pH:
It depends upon the pH of the water into which the salt is being introduced. Chemically speaking, salt is a base compound, falling smack in the center of the acid-alkaline spectrum. If introduced to water which has a high pH, the pH might be lowered incrementally toward the center of the pH spectrum depending on how much water there was and how much salt was introduced. If the water had a very low pH, making it very acidic, the salt would increase the pH toward the center of the spectrum.
What this tidbit says to me is that my body used cravings to encourage the occupant (me) to address a problem. The previous sentence reveals my attitude toward cravings and nature in general: nature seeks balance by any means necessary. My body is nature—it is not “apart from” nature. This attitude of mine is non-postmodern-Calvinistic (which is free from religious self-loathing). Republican operative and serial killer Ted Bundy needs to loath himself and must needs be religious—because he is a charming savage. But not me. This supposedly innocuous regard for myself puts me at odds with millions of my fellow Americans who by default fail to recognize biological altruism and have very, very old-fashioned information about what is “savage” and what needs to be ignored and restrained. This anachronism is super-duper sad when it is firmly embedded in peoples of African descent in particular—and anyone of any descent with a wisdom-based indigenous tradition in general.
So, instead of loathing myself and taking a missionary attitude toward my cravings, my choice was to examine the possibility that my cravings are “correct” in some convoluted way. The use of the word “correct” is actually the incorrect word. My cravings were free-associated with a system. In this case, the system was the one in the human body which maintains constant pH. The issue then is not about “correctness” but whether you and I agree that such a pH-balance system exists and salt craving has something to do with it.
Feelings, Pattern Recognition and Memory
None of these “great personal discoveries” would be possible without feelings. There is nothing intellectual driving this process. The intellectual stuff comes in later to repackage and explain my behavior—but what came first are my primal feelings. What comes next is my memory of these feelings. Then these memories are arranged into patterns. Most of us who are my age (41) have played the peek-a-boo game with a baby. The babies I’ve encountered with this game are overjoyed when they play this. This game is all about pattern recognition and short-term cute baby memory. The same baby-like joy can come from recognizing these same patterns in more complex systems and leveraging large-scale memories.