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Reflections on Life Today and Tomorrow

I’m done disagreeing with people about what they put in their mouths. Human beings, in general, don’t/won’t change their dietary course in life until their body, as a greater authority, on life, instructs them otherwise. And most of the time, a tragedy must befall someone before they make meaningful changes in a more positive direction. Whether it be loss of function, loss of body parts due to amputation or removal, deafness, blindness, cancer, kidney failure, or cardiovascular disease, eventually, the body will speak(protest) loud enough that a change will take place.

Unfortunately, that change is sometimes death. Often at an early age.

I want people to realize that they have the potential to live a long healthy life, even up to the age of 120 years in some cases. Yet, here we are in a world where people are willing to settle for somewhere in their mid-seventies with a body that is no longer productive above the age of 65(retirement).

What if you could live your life in such a manner that your body wouldn’t even begin to feel the need to retire until you reached 110 productive years?

What if your body could repair and maintain itself in a manner that led most people to believe that you were no older than a healthy, athletic 34-year-old according to today’s standards?

As far as I am concerned, it can be done, and I will continue working toward that end. I will continue to observe nature and what it means to be a human within the greater structure of the lifeform we call Earth. It is a macro-organism, and we are all micro-organisms dependent on it as our host.

Our existence is no accident. We are here at the pleasure of our host. We are a guest at the table of life. And I plan on taking full advantage of every opportunity afforded me to maximize the wealth of time that has been granted to me as a human.

If you can read this, you are a very fortunate soul and rich beyond the measure of many. And I hope that many of you reading this today will still be walking beside me in another 70 years on my 120th birthday.

-Michael J. Loomis

Fasting, Longevity, and Workaholism.

Hi, my name is Michael and I’m a workaholic…LoL

I really do enjoy working 7 days a week, however, that can get exhausting; not just physically, but also emotionally. So I’ve been trying something a little different. Working 7 days a week, but then taking a 4-day break once a month. I may eventually try to focus my work attention a little more to get to the point where I can do that twice a month. Work 10 days on and then 4 days off.

This time around; on this 4-day break, I decided to fast. Just water for 72 hours. Woooooof. Knocked me the hell out. But now that I am 64 hours into it I am feeling much better and well cleansed. My skin looks wonderful and what little inflammation I had has reset back to what it should be.

I may even consider doing this once a month. Ironically if I did it would save me at least 10% on my monthly food bill. Not a bad savings in times like this. And as a benefit, it is well known in the scientific and medical community/literature that a 72-hour fast or prolonged fasting can lead to regeneration of the cells of your immune system. Imagine; resetting your immune system so that it can fight a better fight leading to better health and ultimately greater longevity.

I decided on 72 hours because I’ve gone much longer before. That and I had 4 days off to deal with the yucky feelings. My understanding is that those yucky feelings(keto flu) are a result of the body catabolizing its own, what we call stored fats. I imagine this is where the body stores a lot of the toxins that it can’t process now for processing later should we choose to do something beneficial like fasting. Which likely would have been a default thing that we have lost in time because of this world of plenty we have been enjoying for decades.

So I imagine the reason we begin feeling better after a few days is that our body has had a chance to clear out the toxins that were stored up for later processing which is accomplished through the act of fasting.

P.S. I’ve been doing a 12/12 feeding schedule for quite some time now. That seems to offer the best benefits overall. Metabolic and other health concerns arise when going above or below the 12-hour feeding window.

I know I’ve spoken to you guys a lot about eating certain ways and how important it is, but I really want you guys to know that longevity of years is and should be the ultimate goal. But even more with a body that looks and feels no more than 24.

We’ve been given by right of birth a gift of a potential 120 years of time that we are miserably failing to attain, and why anyone wouldn’t want to live to 120 years or more is beyond me. Especially if we could do it with a body that is functionally 24 years of age.

I do want to and plan to live to 120. I do realize that I am likely going to have to bury a lot of people I love that don’t want to live a lifestyle that lends towards that end, but I, at this point, cannot see it any other way. I want to fully appreciate the gift we have all been given. Why shouldn’t we?

I am going to try. Why not try it with me?

Who Is the Richer?

It’s not often that I take a minute to ponder the most valuable things in life. But, as I sit here with a bottle of Single Malt Aquafina by my side, I can’t help but consider what really matters. Like most people, I suppose, family, friends, fitness, and finances come to mind. But here’s the kicker, my dear readers: those who are considered successful and truly living the American Dream rank the same thing at number one: time.

Yes, time. That slippery, elusive, ever-fleeting commodity that we all seem to lack. And why is that, you might ask? Well, it’s simple really. Time is the one thing we can never get back. Once it’s gone, it’s gone forever. And that’s why it’s so damn valuable.

But here’s the thing, folks. Time is useless without health. You can have all the time in the world, but if your body is in an advanced state of disease and decay, what good is it? Health is the foundation of wealth, the bedrock upon which everything else is built. Without it, time as a currency enters into a state of devaluation. And believe you me, that’s a state you don’t want to be found in.

Now, when it comes to wealth, there’s a big difference between the modern and ancient worlds. Back in the day, wealth – anything substantially above mere subsistence – was incredibly rare. And I’m not sure people today realize just how dire the situation was. In those days, you were lucky to have a roof over your head and a crust of bread to eat. But nowadays, we’ve got it all. We’ve got fancy cars, big houses, and all the gadgets and gizmos we could ever want.

But here’s the catch, my friends. All those things are just distractions. They might make us feel good for a little while, but they don’t bring true happiness. They don’t bring fulfillment. And that’s because true wealth isn’t measured in material possessions. No, true wealth is measured in experiences, in memories, in moments. And all those things require one thing: time.

So, as I sit here with my bottle of Aquafina, I implore you, dear readers, to take a step back and consider what really matters in life. Is it the big house or the fancy car? Is it the fat bank account or the latest iPhone? No, my friends, it’s none of those things. It’s the time we have with the people we love, the experiences we share, and the memories we create.

In the end, that’s all that really matters. So don’t waste your time chasing after things that don’t matter. Instead, focus on what’s truly important. Cherish your health, cherish your time, and cherish the people who matter most. That, my dear readers, is the key to a truly fulfilling life.

Letter To a Future Me[editing]

I am currently writing a book called, “Chew Digest Chronicles.” And I am getting pretty close to being done with the first volume.

You’ll notice I emphasized, first volume because I plan on publishing books like this on a regular basis as a way to catalog my thought process as well as share my thoughts in the form of essays that are easy enough to digest one at a time. Digestible essays of at least 500 words containing my thoughts as I continue my journey of understanding from a lifetime of bad judgment and not so sober-minded decision making that almost led me to the brink of destruction. A life that was filled with a physical disease as well as mental disorder; a mind continually embroiled with chaos.

This book in one sense is me publishing a letter to and for my future self as well as my succeeding generations. A forever journal that I want to share with the rest of creation. A digest of my thought processes cataloging the fruit of my auto-didactic labors for a future me. I fully expect that there will come a time when Artificial Intelligence reaches such a point that, given enough information, a future me will be able to have a nice sit-down dinner with my future family ten, twenty, or even thirty generations into the future. That I will be able to speak to them from a catalog of my own specific thoughts and wisdom because of a publicly available written record of what is going on between my ears and behind my eyes.

I fully believe that a time will come when we will be able to, in some sense, upload a snapshot of our consciousness into a virtual space or even a cybernetic organism that will be able to inhabit the same space we humans currently do alongside our future family. But only if there is sufficient code based written data to draw from be it spoken word, or actual written text like what I am doing here. I imagine it would be smart to do both so that even our facial expressions and other dramatic gestures can accurately depict who I am now in a future space long after I have left this current physical form.

I am also writing this book and the rest to follow to help people better understand human physiology and disease pathology at a level that even a 14-year-old can understand. I would like people to be able to understand the things that I didn’t that landed me in a world of hurt so that they don’t have to end up suffering the same fate that I did. I can’t go back. I can’t send myself a letter to a 15-year-old me telling me what not to do, but I can pay that debt of regret forward as a future gift not only for all of future humanity but especially to the kids, grandkids, and future generations of those nearest and dearest to me that still think that they are invincible in their ways like I once did.

To Be Continued…