Money Tree American Pig

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Money Tree American Pig

First of all, I would like to congratulate myself.

When I took my blood sugar this morning, it was 121.

Say what?

121… amazing.

Anyway, as I was watching the news today about the rising gas prices, I started thinking that maybe if there was such a thing as a money tree, I would gladly grow one.

But, as I also watched a piece on the state of the environment I realized that somehow we would kill the money tree before it could bear fruit.

See, when the rest of the world calls me an American Pig I can understand why.

Not only do we consume products and brands with no regard for te consequences, but we are also the fattest nation on this planet.

We have the most people in jail and also the highest cases of people over the age of 70 with chlamydia.

(ok, I made that last fact up)

Even as I try to get rid of my diabetes, I realize that this country has made it so hard to do so.

I had ravioli for breakfast.

Yes, it was soy cheese spinach ravioli,

Whoa….. I ate what?

Ewwwwwwww.

Yes, lunch was turkey breast on flour free, gluten free, low glycemic index bread…

Ummmmm sounds nasty as well.

Fine, dinner was a nut bar held together by fructose syrup…

Ugh.

Damn, maybe I am no longer an American Pig.

The truth is I am.

But, like so many others I got sucked into the theory that just because something is soy, or organic, or from Trader Joe’s, then it’s gonna be good for me.

Well, it’s not.

Ravioli for breakfast is not nutritious.

Nut bars are not dinner.

There is no Santa Claus and there definitely is no money tree.

Because if there was, we would have cut it down by now.