f**k it

So on Monday, after more than a year of discomfort and discomfit, I received a diagnosis of ulcerative colitis. Didn't get a script because the doc was on vacation, which is fine because I'd like to go alternative and not allopathic. Don't like the mind/body split. And don't like the idea of masking rather than rebalancing.

But I did catch myself behaving allopathically last night at 11 when I grabbed a slice of really-bad-for-me extra cheese pizza. If I were thinking integratively I wouldn't have eaten it. Buying into the schism (hence the "f**k it") I was able to pit myself against myself.

The revelation made sense at the time.

The pizza also agreed with me.

Maybe it's like the Macrobiotic sage who said that if one has a Macro attitude, any diet qualifies.