Yep, it's called "peanut butter and
me," not "peanut butter and I," because it's about to be used as
the object of the sentence -- not the subject of the sentence.
Grammar geeks unite! The premise here today is that a line has to
be drawn in the sand between peanut butter and me. If we keep our
breakfast meeting love affair going much longer, an accumulation of
pathogenic phlegm is bound to ruin my life.
Don't go throwing out your peanut butter just yet. It might be
fine for you to gobble down a Tablespoon of that rich creamy
goodness every hour on the hour. Not for me, though. It's not good
for me. One of my favorite parts of Traditional Chinese Medicine is
the individualization for each person. It makes me feel special.
Even though I'm really put off by the idea that I should not be
eating my life-long companion, peanut butter, I still appreciate
that the recommendation is personalized for my exact condition of
I thought I was good to go. A couple of
years ago I honed in on what I thought were the most important
concerns encircling peanut butter and me. I knew I wanted to avoid
pesticides, so I found an organic peanut butter. In my continued
pursuit to ditch all things plastic and sub in glass containers, I
found an organic peanut butter in a glass jar. Just peanuts and sea
salt. Mmmmm, salt. Bonus points for how reasonably priced it was
and how the USDA organic seal means the peanuts were not of the
genetically modified variety. Grand.
Then I went on with my life, pleased with my research and
findings. I smeared my glorious peanut butter on my hearty slice of
organic sprouted grains bread every morning. Starting my day off
right, oh yah! Sometimes I'd add a few slices of bananas and really
pat myself on the back -- three food groups represented, once you
count the liberal pour of cream into my coffee. I should have been
feeling awesome...but I wasn't.
What was happening? I was getting damper and phlegmier by the
day. It couldn't be my precious breakfast turning on me... could
it? I whip out my trusty TCM-friendly food resource, Healing
Whole Foods: Asian Traditions and Modern Nutrition, which I
highly recommend, and I flip to the peanut butter section. It
wasn't fantastic. Tears may have been shed. Here's a summary:
Peanuts are warming and sweet,
affecting the Lung and Spleen systems in TCM; peanuts lubricate the
intestines and harmonize the Stomach. OK, fine so far. Peanuts can
increase the milk supply of nursing mothers, clear blood from the
urine, treat deafness, and lower blood pressure. Great, but not
applicable; moving on. Then the book takes a turn for the worst.
Peanuts "greatly slow the metabolism of the Liver. Therefore they
should be avoided by overweight, damp, sluggish,
yeast-infected, or cancerous persons."
SCREEEEEEEECH, went my brain. I definitely have the damp,
sometimes feel sluggish, and of course lose sleep at night
wondering if I have every cancer under the sun. Maybe I shouldn't
eat the peanut butter? What about moderation? I'm usually on board
with everything in moderation. Even the book says peanuts can be
helpful sometimes, for some people. "Peanuts can benefit the person
with fast metabolism such as the thin, nervous person who digests
large amounts of food rapidly." Well, crap. That's not the loophole
I was hoping to see.
I scan the book quickly, going through the introduction in the
chapter, "Nuts and Seeds," hoping to see any type of justification
for me continuing to scarf peanut butter every morning. What's the
general guideline they give before branching out to discuss each
specific nut? "Nuts all follow a pattern of being rich in fat and
protein and therefore should be used ... to tonify
thedeficientperson; avoid them in cases ofexcess and dampness."
Game over. I, like most overfed, over-stressed, and under-exercised
Americans, am a ball of excess patterns. Stasis, stagnation,
damp-heat, phlegm. Check, check, check, check!
The only passage I liked in the entire section on peanuts was
the justification for eating organic peanut butter. The author
notes "Peanuts are often heavily sprayed with chemicals and grown
on land saturated with synthetic fertilizers. In addition, they are
subject to the carcinogenic fungus aflatoxin. Organic peanuts
should therefore be used -- they contain fewer chemical residues,
and are less subject to aflatoxin."
Suggestions abound in this section. Nuts are serious. It states
to only buy nuts in the shell, because nuts lose their nutrients
after being hulled or shelled. Yikes, who's doing that? "Store
hulled seeds in dark bottles in cold places... Do not store in
plastic. Oil-rich food combines with plastic to form plasticides."
Eww. "Toxins tend to accumulate in all seeds, so it is important to
buy organic non-sprayed ones." Got it.
What's the conclusion today? Is it a.) Never eat seeds, nuts, or
nut butters ever again? No, thankfully, I'm not saying that -- to
you or to myself. The better answer is b.) Take your condition into
account and eat smaller, less frequent amounts of organic, non-GMO
options. Balance it out with other foods that drain damp and
transform phlegm. Hint: it's not a banana, unfortunately. Wamp,
A brave group of volunteers and I will depart for the Natural
Doctors International clinic in Nicaragua on April 25th. What will
we bring? Sometimes there's no running water, sometimes there's no
electricity, and often there's no break from the heat. There's no
garbage pick-up, there's a shortage of biohazard and sharps
containers, and disposable gloves just seem wasteful.
What we choose to bring onto the island of Ometepe in the middle
of Lake Nicaragua should be intentional. New volunteers are asking
how many alcohol wipes to bring, how many needles to pack, and what
size gloves will work best. My brain is processing it as: "Where
will we pile up those dirty wipes? How many plastic guide tubes
will we accumulate after a week of acupuncture treatments? And how
we can't burn the gloves." Also I'm thinking how hot it is to wear
exam gloves in oppressive heat. Eww.
I'm not trying to sound like an activist or a tree-hugger, or
whatever do-gooders are called these days. I'm just being a
realist, and isn't that technically the opposite of idealism
anyway? So lay off me. I'm simply trying to figure out what we
should carry on our backs into Nicaragua, what we should drag onto
the ferryboat, and what we should unload into the 3-room
There was a guy in college who always said, "Let's be serious."
Well, let's be. How do I incite passion in new volunteers, make
conscious choices about tipping the precarious balance in the
island community, and make sure everyone comes out happy and
fulfilled at the end of the 10-day program? My first year, I
carefully read the volunteer packet and I remember the line about
not giving your host family too large a gift. While it might seem
genuine and generous to slip $200 under the pillow on the last day,
it's also not well thought out. Will other host families find out?
Will they feel jealous, sad, or not as good as your host family?
What if it causes not only animosity between the families, but also
While I might have felt somewhat cheap leaving a card, a $20
bill, and two bars of laundry soap for my host family last year, it
was probably the right thing to do. The card said thank you for
watching out for us, for cooking delicious meals for our VERY PICKY
group, and for staying up well past the normal island bedtime of
8pm to wait for us to walk back from the evening meetings at the
clinic. The laundry soap was to replace the ridiculous amount that
I sailed through while fumbling with my sweat-soaked scrubs on your
concrete washboards out back every afternoon. Let's be serious. I
totally sucked at washing my clothes. I probably used as much soap
on my scrubs, underwear and socks from that day as the family would
for a week's worth of dirties. Plus I always left them out hanging
too late at night and the red ants were all over them. The $20 was
for how bad I felt when I realized that we had been walking across
town every day at lunchtime to buy a Coke in a glass bottle from a
competitor's store before I was finally clued in that you had your
own store on the other side of the house. Way to be observant,
Even in a small, raw environment like the community of Los
Angeles on Ometepe Island, things are not always easy to see. It
took us two days to find out that the house mom wasn't there to
welcome us when we arrived, because her own young teenage son had
been in a motorcycle accident the day before. She was staying with
him at the children's hospital on the mainland, and yet had
arranged for her family to be present and hospitable for us when we
showed up on her doorstep. All smiles. No hint of worry that would
make us uncomfortable or homesick. When grandma laid that fried
chicken on the table, everything was perfect.
So, we're heading back in two weeks. We're carrying down all of
the medical donations we've gathered all year. We're flooding that
humble, perfect, integrative clinic with acupuncture needles,
essential oils, multivitamins, and anything else the naturopathic
doctors, herbalists, psychologists, acupuncturists, chiropractors,
massage therapists, and everyone else who passes through its
open-air doors can use. I'll probably bring organic dark chocolate
bars for the previous doctor who craves it. I'll pack crunchy
organic peanut butter for the current doctor and his family. I'll
try to bring as much coconut oil as I can, because as I last heard,
"The coconut oil guy went to jail."
I'll maximize the space in my backpack, because we can't really
ship anything to Nicaragua from the U.S. and expect it to arrive
this year or intact. I'll try to remember what it was like to be
there, treating patients in the backyard under the green mangos,
with the end of the dry season winds providing more perfect relief
than any air conditioner ever has. I didn't want more latex gloves
and disposable wipes. I wanted a dry piece of cloth to wipe my
forehead. I wanted a larger water bottle in case we couldn't refill
anywhere until the town's water pipe was cut back on for the
afternoon. I wanted more stickers and little toothbrushes to hand
out to the smiling kids who've been happily waiting out back in
line for hours.
We're going back to Nicaragua, and not a moment too soon. I
can't wait to see how the kids we treated last year are doing now.
Did we catch their parasites in time, or did they lose too much
weight? Did the berberine work better than the lady's metformin?
I'm definitely going to stick a giant needle into some farm
worker's ST38 and see if it takes his shoulder pain away on the
spot. I can't wait to find out for real how the canal project is
impacting the island. I want to see if any airplanes have actually
landed on the new airstrip between the volcanos. I won't climb
Concepcion or Maderas (for the third year in a row), but I'll
listen with excitement as my husband tells me how many times he
twisted his ankle on slippery tree roots and how beautiful the view
is from the top. I'll take your word for it, again.
For all the giving reasons, I'm going back to Nicaragua. But
don't think it's selfless. I'm going for me. I'm going back to
volunteer for a few days, sure, and I love every minute of that
clinic work. But I'm also going back because Nicaragua can press my
reset button like no other place I've found on earth. My family is
free there. We aren't tied to time, we barely know what day it is,
electronics are at a total minimum, and we're together. We're full
of sunshine, water, fresh fruits and vegetables, and our lungs are
full of air, because we walk everywhere. We're healthy there, even
if I sometimes come home with Dengue Fever... Worth it!
"Give her a Brazilian in Room 1!" This is the new catchphrase
around Stroger. That's right, we're giving Brazilians at the pain
clinic in Cook County Hospital. I occasionally worry that a passing
doctor thinks I'm waxing ladies in the treatment room, but the
concern quickly fades as I get down to business. This Brazilian is
all in the ears, and the only intimate part is the bleeding. I
always think bleeding is sort of a personal interaction.
According to a successful acupuncturist in Brazil, the best
treatment for relieving joint pain with heat signs is to tonify the
energy of the major internal organs, direct it towards the affected
joints, and then bleed it out of the body. How do we do this
exactly? Here's a sample case: inflammatory knee pain, let's say on
the left knee. It's painful, the area is red, swollen, and warm to
the touch. The patient often reports feeling warm, the pulse is
slightly rapid, and the tongue is often red.
The Brazilian technique is essentially a three-step process.
First, we needle the following points on the ear of the
non-affected side: Shen Men, Sympathetic, Liver, Kidney, Heart, and
Lung. Six needles so far, if you're counting. Then, we needle the
corresponding painful body parts on the ear of the affected side of
the body: Knee. OK, we're up to 7 needles so far. Totally doable.
Now we let those needles rest for a while while we enter the SOAP
note in the lovely electronic medical records system at
After about 10 or 15 minutes, we take those needles all out.
Next step, we get intimate. It's time to bleed the Ear Apex on the
affected side. I like to give it a few hard squeezes to ensure I'm
stealing as much hot blood out of this person's body as possible.
Don't worry -- it's usually just a drop or two.
What happens next? Well, it varies. Often times, though, it goes
like this. The patient stands up, wiggles around to "test" for any
perceptible changes in pain level and range of motion, and starts
to smile. "I feel better!" Pain levels are dropping from 10/10's to
4/10's in that 15-minute treatment time. Is it unorthodox?
Somewhat. Is it effective? Seems to be. Will we keep giving
Brazilians at Stroger? You bet.
This is going to be one of those "stories with a lesson" posts.
The story is about people freezing to death in Antarctica, and the
lesson is about the power of the Kidney in Traditional Chinese
Medicine. Here goes.
Last night as I put my four-year-old son to bed, he pointed up
to one the maps hanging in his room (we're big map people at my
house) and said, "What's that big one at the bottom called again?"
"Antarctica," I answered. "It's really cold there, and people
really don't go to that continent." His eyes grew wide and as he
tried to gauge my seriousness. "Ever?" he asked? "Well," I said,
trying to tuck him in and get on with the bedtime process, "a group
of men did go there to explore, but they all died."
As soon as the words left my lips, the following stream of
thoughts flew through my head: Why would I tell my four-year-old a
scary story as he's drifting off to sleep? OMG, he's totally going
to have nightmares about explorers dying on an icy island now.
He's going to be so scared that he'll pee the bed. No, he
never pees the bed. He's been potty trained for almost two full
years and he's almost never had an accident since. He'll be fine.
It'll be fine. OMG what if he has nightmares and pees the bed?
"How'd they die?" He interrupts my runaway train of thought with
a valid question. "Um, well, they froze to death after they reached
the South Pole." "THEY ALL FROZE TO DEATH?" He was clearly
perturbed by this, and there again went my self-chastising mental
barrage of silent promises never to start a scary historical
account with a child at bedtime. "Yes, but that was a long time ago
and now people know what to pack and wear when they go exploring
there so that they can make it back out. We're never going to go
there, and you will never be that cold, OK buddy?" He honestly
didn't seem worried, so I changed the subject, chatted it up about
wondering what the new child of the week was going to bring for
snack at school tomorrow.
I went to bed truly thinking he wasn't too scared and would
probably get through the night fine. He's not prone to nightmares,
he never wakes up during the night, and everything will be fine.
OK. In the middle of the night, I hear the thing every parent
dreads, "Mommy... I peed the bed." Now, pay attention. Here's where
the real lesson of the day starts. "It's OK, buddy, I'm coming," I
said in a totally calm and nice voice. I walk into his room, and
he's standing on his bed, already taking off his jammies. I did the
distinguishing but true parent move next, which is where you
cautiously run your hand over the sheet to see how bad the damage
was. "It was just a little," he said. True story. So I sent him
into the bathroom to pee out the rest of what he still had in the
bladder, while I did the presto chango with his bedding.
Five minutes later, we're both back in bed, calm, and headed off
to dream land. I start mentally processing what just happened. I
told a story about a group of explorers freezing to death in a
faraway land to a kid who never pees the bed, and that kid peed the
bed. Just a few drops, mind you, but he peed the bed. What
happened? I scared the pee out of him. In mainstream western
society, there's one way of looking at peeing the bed. In TCM,
there's a different way of looking at things.
I'm going to lay some heavy TCM theory on you, but just for a
minute. The Kidney controls the Urinary Bladder, and the Kidney is
most impacted by the emotions of Fear and Fright. When an adult is
truly and thoroughly scared (Think: getting held up by gunpoint in
an alley), it's not unheard of for said adult to pee his pants,
right? Well, when a kid is afraid, he's much more likely to pee the
bed at night. There's more to the theory, of course, because TCM is
always simple but complex, complex but simple; however, you get the
My son was briefly scared
by a torturous historically accurate bedtime story; he peed. He's a
healthy, well-adjusted kid, and I'm almost positive that he'll be
fully recovered from this mini-trauma and we won't be in the same
urine boat tonight. On the other hand, kids who live in fear
often pee the bed on and off for years. This makes complete
sense in TCM, although it leaves many westerners in the dark. In
fact, many people tend to make this situation much worse by shaming
the child, yelling and insulting him when it happens.
"What are you, a baby?" "What would your friends think if I told
them you peed the bed?" Etc., etc., etc. This happens. My heart is
pulled back to a story in the Peoria newspaper a couple of years
back, covering a boy about eight years old who died of dehydration
because his parents wouldn't let him drink anything for over three
days, to try to prevent him from peeing the bed anymore. Any doubt
in your mind that he lived in fear almost constantly, from that
situation and likely many other abuses going on?
In case it's not clear yet, the lesson today is to never, ever
shame a kid for peeing the bed. If that kid is afraid that you'll
be disappointed, angry, irritated, or ashamed of him for peeing the
bed, then he's stuck in the unfortunate cycle of fear perpetuating
the problem. I know it sucks to get out of your warm bed at 3 a.m.
to change sheets and pajamas and wipe down a peed-up kid, but
please just do it with a smile on your face. Give the kid a cuddle,
and tell them it's OK and that everyone has an accident from time
to time. Trust me, you're doing you both a favor.
Adiós, slow roasted sweet potatoes and beef. Hello,
green onions! Although the calendar says spring doesn't officially
start until March 20th on the Spring Equinox, we all felt the shift
about a week ago. I'm not just talking about the temperature moving
from 35º to 55º in two days, although that was awesome, too. When
the seasons change, everything changes. If you are remotely in tune
with your body, the earth, the energy of the universe, etc., then
you felt it, too.
In Traditional Chinese Medicine, the concept of the Five
Elements or Phases shows that each season is connected to one of
the functional organ systems of the body. Winter is the kidney and
spring is the liver. Easy enough, right? Well, there's more. The
body needs to be prepared gently and thoroughly for the transition
to a new season, and while acupuncture and herbal medicine
certainly play their role, dietary therapy is really where it's
The winter was a time of hunkering down, tonifying the kidney
and urinary bladder with salt and animal fats, thickening the
blood, and conserving energy through the cold long season. Now that
spring is upon us, it's time to lighten up -- literally. The
Inner Classic teaches that we should reawaken the body and
prepare for new beginnings by rising with the sun and taking brisk
walks. Spring is the time to gather up stored energy and push
upward, like a sprouting plant in the garden.
Spring is also a time for cleansing, and TCM focuses that
cleansing on the organs that need it most this time of year -- the
liver and gall bladder. After gorging on fatty steaks in the
winter, the springtime requires a diet of small amounts of light
food with yang qualities. Think sprouts, greens, young plants, and
shoots. Heavy foods can clog the liver and gall bladder, leading to
fevers and other springtime maladies.
Want specifics? Lay off the salt -- including soy sauce and miso
-- and heavy meats. Instead, cook with something lighter, bringing
in the pungent flavors of basil, fennel, marjoram, rosemary,
caraway, dill, and bay leaf. Throw in some young garden pickings
like small beets, carrots, and peas. Use more simple, raw foods
instead of slow roasting or stewing. Both the Ayurvedic tradition
and the ancient Chinese encouraged people to choose wind-like, airy
foods during the springtime, to promote cleansing and new
While the Chinese do not recommend eating raw foods in abundance
or all year round, they do encourage more raw foods in the
springtime. If a person is weak, frail, or deficient, then they
might not do well with raw foods, even during the spring. If a
person is hot and full of excesses, then bring on the plates full
of raw celery and cucumbers. As with everything, dietary
recommendations are guided by general principles, but are always
customized to the individual.
In the United States, our climate is mostly temperate. Thus, we
can apply most of the dietary suggestions from TCM, including the
use of light, raw foods in the springtime. You can still cook some
things -- just make it quick. A short, high-temperature sauté is
appropriate, as is a brief steaming.
Why should you care to adjust your springtime diet? You don't
have to. You can go on shoving your face full of rib eye and baked
potatoes slathered in sour cream and butter (Ohh, I miss the winter
diet already!), but tell me how you feel in about a month or
What's the risk? The liver-gall bladder duo can be quite a
beast. The first sign of an imbalanced liver is angry outbursts,
accompanied by frustration, dissatisfaction, and impulsiveness.
Once the gall bladder gets bogged down, too, then add in
indecisiveness and unclear thinking. You might experience eye or
vision trouble or tendon stiffness and joint pain, or pain or
discomfort anywhere along the Liver or Gall Bladder meridians of
I know it's hard to change. I love salt, steak, and butter more
than anyone I've ever met, but I've also learned my lesson. I've
clogged my liver and gall bladder one too many times. I've had the
blurry vision, sticky feeling in the eyes, bitter taste in the
mouth, angry outbursts, and all of the other things the Chinese
warned me about.
This week, I'm doing this -- the TCM Gallbladder cleanse!
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