Question Everything!

It's cute though!

I wouldn't build a house without enough glue to make proper cement (all you builders out there will cringe at that description. Using glue, you wouldn't want me building a house for you anyway eh?) If I did, the house would let in wind & rain, it wouldn't look very sturdy and probably would crumble in time. If I put sugar in my petrol tank or de-icer in my oil tank, we know the consequences (yes, I did that once, Oops!) It's an amazing deterrent to see the immediate & damaging effects of our actions.

I never wholeheartedly did the right thing for a few main reasons 1. The body is so forgiving. 2. I couldn't see any immediate consequences of my actions (apart from the odd alcohol-induced ones!) 3. I've spent a lifetime listening to the experts telling me the best things to eat; from Mmm I'm lovin' it to my daily actimel for 'bifidofilus' or whatever it is and yummy sugar! The telly made me buy it and it tastes nice so I can treat myself with the benefit of thinking that it's healthy (as a bonus) Everyone's happy! Doctors then fix me up with pills to stop my head from shouting at me after last night, which was so good I can't even remember it. The little guys in my head are literally thumping the walls of my brain, trying to knock some sense into whoever is meant to be in charge! If I was a private company, I'd have gone into liquidation long ago!

All the little internal workers for many years were disillusioned and groggy. It was only the tea & biscuits that propped them up enough to shovel the food through me.. Everytime the sugar hits my body, all those little guys are forced to dance a jig until they fall over from exhaustion. I had no idea of the stress I put on every single cell. They work so hard, never complain, just make do with the latest delivery of whatever comes through the chute.

Each stage is like a little factory of processes that take the food apart, divide it up, package it for easier transport and ship it off to the area that needs it.  My liver is the main processing plant inside of me. It receives everything that has been chewed up, stomach churned & posted through the walls of my digestive tract. The liver sends parcels of nutrients through the canal systems & they are offloaded to serve organs, systems, bones, hair, skin, nails, joints and all the rest.

These last 2 months I've grown up and now I question everything. I want to know how my amazing body works. I have slowed down so that when I eat something I imagine what effect it is having inside. These days there are lots of happy little workers inside of me given their original job descriptions back.