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Saturday, April 8, 2017

Sulforaphane Combats Obesity │ Steroid Injections Essentially Ineffective for Chronic Low-Back Pain │ Insulin Resistance and Cognitive Decline

Last evening, my younger brother Mark and I watched the T.V. series finish of Grimm ─ I shall miss it. I had grown to find a great comfort with the characters.

We watched it via our Android TV Box, for the episode actually aired exactly a week earlier.

Mark and I were both relieved that the deaths of all of the supporting adult characters were undone with the destruction (I hope!) of  the otherworldly Zerstörer. And we got a flash-forward to 20 years into the future when it is revealed that the adult kids of the main characters will be carrying on the crusade against evil.

I was happy with the ending ─ quite unlike the banal tripe I discovered when I watched the final episode of The Vampire Diaries two or three weeks ago. We're supposed to believe that just about absolutely everyone finds their own versions of eternal paradise?

That was a garbage ending to a series I very much enjoyed.

Even I have my doubts about my own happy ending, yet I've never butchered anyone ─ not even someone evil, let alone the countless innocent people the main characters occasionally slaughtered.

Are they all supposedly more important to God than the rest of us?

No, I was exceedingly disappointed with that feeble finish.

Anyway, I was expecting my wife Jack home last evening from Vancouver, and she showed up fairly soon after Mark had retired to his bedroom for the night.

Here in the room upstairs where I have my computer, I have been keeping a tub of fermenting green vegetables (cabbage and bok choy, I think) that Jack had set up for that purpose early in the week ─ I had no idea that she knew how to do this sort of thing. But her mother back in Thailand used to ferment vegetables, and even Jack had done so before coming here to Canada in May 2006.

This was her first try since being here.

I had tasted some juice from the concoction on Wednesday, but it was just salty ─ I could not detect anything sour about it. However, when I brought the tub down to Jack last evening, she tried some, and pronounced it to definitely have fermented.

This sort of fermented food is supposed to be as ideal as we can make things for the beneficial microbes within our guts; and if fermented food like this is eaten regularly, it is a key to peak health.

So yes, I am very pleased that Jack is familiar with this process.

When she comes home like this, it generally means that I will be up later than I otherwise would be. I finally had to take advantage of an opportunity to hustle myself to bed when she was not in the bedroom, and lie there blindfolded in the lamp-lit room awaiting her eventual coming to bed.

I found myself quite uncomfortable, unfortunately.

And that did not change when she finally retired, turning off the lights. I checked the time ─ it was 12:55 a.m.

I keep my earplugs just under my side of the bed, so I added those to my isolation from the intrusions of my environment that might have negative impact upon my sleep. Still, I never did do well in bed.

I could easily have risen for the day shortly after 5:00 a.m., but I held off until it was after 6:00 a.m. I took my clothes and dressed here in the room with my computer so as not to disturb Jack.

It was raining fairly seriously outside ─ my earplugs had kept me oblivious to it.

I found the kitchen light on, but neither of my step-sons were up. However, youngest step-son Poté had earlier probably taken his overnighted girlfriend away ─ she usually has to start work early (she's in the restaurant field).

I got to work adding a regular day's worth of content into the post I am working on at my Thai-Iceland website, and was finished doing so well before Jack ever rose for the day. That probably didn't happen until around 10:30 a.m. It afforded me the opportunity to get out to the small shed in our backyard and have some exercise.

At this moment it is 11:06 a.m. It is still raining outside, but the wind of last evening died off overnight. I am going to break now from this post ─ I had only wanted to get it started while the chance was presented, for Jack had not yet risen when I commenced it.


I am still attempting to post all of the photos that were likely taken last Fall when my wife Jack attended a wedding on November 12 (2016) in or near her Thailand home village of Nong Soong ─ it's probably no more than a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani.

It may have been the bride who was related to Jack ─ a maternal relationship, I believe.

I can only surmise, but I suspect that the home in these photos belonged to the bride's family, and not the groom's:

That is Jack in the centre of these posing wedding participants:

The couple wearing the "halos" are of course the bride and groom:

The lady in the sunglasses is Jack's mother:

The bride looks so intense in this photo:

And here is Jack's mother seated before the young newlyweds, extending a gift of cash:

People tie string about the newlyweds' wrists, invoking good luck or a blessing as they do so:

I love the bride's expression in this shot:

And now here is my wife Jack following the suit of her mother:

And I shall break here ─ that is enough for today. 


A recently published study involving mice has uncovered that a substance called sulforaphane that is derived from cruciferous vegetables such as broccoli seems able to limit the creation and storage of body fat.

Of course, the compound has many other benefits, too.

Unfortunately, where the fat reduction feature is concerned, it's difficult to gain meaningful amounts of sulforaphane from the diet alone.

These various reports tell of the study, as well as some of sulforaphane's other benefits:






Our bodies can only benefit from eating as wide a variety of vegetables as we possibly can. It's just such a shame ─ and a crime ─ that most commercial vegetables are deluged with all manner of harmful toxins.


As have previous studies, the conclusion of a recent one is that steroid injections for chronic or ongoing lower back pain are no solution. Some people might feel a little relief for the first month; but as the months pass, even they won't feel any better off than folks who have the pain but never got the steroid injection.

So why do the injections continue to be prescribed?

Here are a couple of reports on the study:



That first report quotes lead researcher Dr. Christelle Nguyen as follows:
"Our results do not support the wide use of an injection of glucocorticoid in alleviating symptoms in the long term in this condition...."
However, in the opinion of a Dr. Byron Schneider, who was uninvolved with the study:
The study results don't mean steroid injections should be avoided altogether, he noted.
Certainly, his comments were more qualified than I make it seem; but even so, where does the line get drawn that these injections are failing to live up to general expectation?

Why even have studies published which have negative conclusions to mainstream treatments, if the conclusions are just going to be dismissed as 'not necessarily so'?


Research continues to uncover that consistently elevated blood sugar in anyone ─ not just diabetics, nor even pre-diabetics ─ can eventually result in impaired brain function.

A couple of reports on the study:




From the study ─ note that "IR" stands for insulin resistance:
In conclusion, we found a relationship between IR and poorer cognitive performance and cognitive decline among patients with cardiovascular disease. This association was found in the whole sample as well as among individuals without diabetes. Given these findings and since IR is a potentially modifiable midlife risk factor, it is intriguing to test the hypothesis that early intervention among high risk individuals with IR might deprive the negative consequences of IR on the brain.

After spending a lot of time in the kitchen today, Jack finally left us around 3:30 p.m. So much left for us to eat!

I have sampled her fermented greens ─ she added some red hot chili peppers, incidentally ─ and the stuff is beautifully pickled!

I think that she only added the red hot peppers today, so the juices of the mix will become progressively spicier.

The rain ─ albeit not as heavy as this morning ─ lasted into the afternoon, but it had stopped by the time Jack left. However, the sky is heavily overcast, so the stoppage may just be temporary.

It is so darned unpleasantly cool out there ─ a breeze seems to be allowing some of that cool to pervade the upstairs here where all four rooms have windows open to one degree or another.

I was very disappointed to notice today that the darned wind of yesterday must have blown a child's tether ball from out of the tree out by our roadside ─ a ball that has pretty much been a fixture in the tree since at least early December 2013. There seems no sign of the ball anywhere, so someone passing by must have taken it away ─ I would have tossed it back up into the tree if it was still about.

I do see a yellowish ball across the way in our cul-de-sac where a family with young kids resides, but I don't want to go over and investigate until it is dark ─ the ball could be one of the kids, for it does seem like it is larger than the one that was up in the tree.

I am going to close now with a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. I was renting the little place in a house located on Ninth Street, and perhaps a couple of houses up from Third Avenue.

This day was to be one in which I would be making the 1½-hour hike out to visit my mother Irene Dorosh in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey. The home that she shared with her husband Alex was my main mailing address.

That wee house is now gone, but its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue.
THURSDAY, April 8, 1976

I ended my night about 6:20 a.m.

I shall leave for mom's about 8:45 a.m., taking the pants requiring some shortening.

At O'Farrell's I again bought 5 lbs. skim milk at $2.88

It rained today.

Mom dutifully laboured on my pants, so I brought them home with me.

Mom wants me to phone her tomorrow night; Alex may bus to the Okanagan for the week-end, and if he does, she'd like us to go to the States Saturday. I want a yogurt maker.

Coming home, Alex and I, as on Tuesday, acknowledged with a wave the seeing of each other on the bridge; apparently Cathy saw me Tuesday.

I'm disturbed about my physical condition. I feel I should once again take up jogging, but I don't have the facilities at a suitable time, nor the shoes right now. I can only hope one of those lotteries will pan out; if they ever do, I am going to turn my life right upside down and never again be the same!

I'll bed at 8:00 p.m.
I had bought a pair of Star jeans that had unfinished hems. Star jeans were a popular brand back then with a big star embroidered on one or both of the back pockets.

"O'Farrel's" was a supermarket in Surrey that used to exist in the Scott Town or Scottown shopping plaza at 96th Avenue & 120th Street (Scott Road). I probably bought the Magic brand of skim milk powder.

Sometimes when I was hiking back to my room in New Westminster, Alex would drive past me on his way home from work as we both were crossing over the Pattullo Bridge ─ from opposite directions, of course.

It was my younger brother Mark's girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther whom my mother said had seen me two days earlier.

I wanted to do my jogging on a track, but the only one around was at New Westminster Secondary. I was only comfortable about using it in the dark hours of the night ─ which was inconvenient indeed. I preferred to be sleeping ─ not sitting up  late into the night so that I could go jogging.

I am still waiting for that lottery or sweepstakes win.
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