Knackered Sorts Nutrition with Benzos

   Hey there, Knackered here.  When I think back on all the crap I ate growing up, It’s a wonder I survived at all (apologies to Paul Simon). .As the story was told, my father came back from four years of serving as a medic for the navy in the South Pacific.  During that time, the only food he consumed came from cans.  My mother, a farm girl, had consumed tainted meat and wound up with food poisoning at some point.  She was afraid of food that didn’t come in cans.  That pretty much laid the groundwork for what followed when my brother and I arrived on the scene.

   Since my mother was the commander and chief of the kitchen, we were not allowed inside, into any food containers, or the refrigerator (especially the refrigerator).  The only way to obtain food was if it was brought out to us. So during the day, we were fed lunch (tuna sandwiches for the first eleven years) through a see through bar area or at the back door.  As we were not allowed back into the house after we were told to “go play”, we received snacks from the back door. They consisted of cold hot dogs (wieners in those days),  white bread (had to be Franz…) with margarine and brown sugar and sometimes, graham crackers.

   When ‘OUR FATHER GOT HOME!’ we were allowed back inside to wash up for dinner.  To obtain dinner, you had to be seated at the table, toy-less, and somewhat clean.  I can still remember watching my lime jello melt and float into my mashed potatoes and meatloaf.  But we survived; of course we did.

   Lately, I’ve been ‘in wonder’ at the cumulative knowledge of nutrition floating around on the forums here.  I’ve read it with interest and tried a number of the suggestions.  Unfortunately, the path of my taper for the last month or so has led to the land of nausea. In that light, my go to meal of choice has usually been oatmeal.

   And that has left me ‘in wonder’ of the nutritional make up of my ‘Benzo bod’.  Hence my recent obsession with supplements.  In earlier life, I usually relied on Pop Tarts for this.  They’re loaded with vitamins and nutrients.  It’s true; it says so right there on the box.

   With the current condition of my digestive system and the way that even the smell of some foods can set me running away from the dinner table, my go to attitude has been:  If it tastes ok, and you feel like eating it, just do it.

  I leave you with this quote from the late columnist and author, Doug Larson, “Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.”