A Note on Anthony Bourdain

When I read the posts on Facebook I was confused and thinking, “What happened?”

I felt that something bad had happened.

Then I Googled his name, and saw.

Anthony Bourdain had comitted suicide.

Like other celebrity deaths, I was in disbelief. I didn’t want to believe what I was reading, but as I continued to see the headlines pop up on my screen, and when the news reported on it, reality set in.

The funny, straight-talking, adventurous chef was gone.

As I’m typing this a No Reservations marathon is playing in the background, and right now he’s in Spain. Prior to that Bourdain was eating his way through Rio.

I only knew Bourdain as a chef and TV host. I didn’t know that he was a writer, who had written multiple books, and–at least for his CNN show Parts Unknown–wrote the scripts. I always thought that he had hired a writer to put together his stories and narrations.

Now I’m more in awe with him, because I write.

I just placed an Amazon order for his book Kitchen Confidential.

Bourdain opened up my world to different cultures and foods. His distinctive voice drew me in to even the most boring subjects on Parts Unknown. He made me want to visit third world countries when I was adament to do so! That’s how powerful No Reservations and Parts Unknown were, not just to me, but for thousands of other people. Those who couldn’t afford to travel, were taken on a journey with him.

And wanderlust began.

RIP Anthony Bourdain.


The Case for Functional Medicine

Ever since I was diagnosed with RA last October, and being on Prednisone I began looking at holistic treatments for treating this condition. I read Amy Myers’ book The Autoimmune Solution and she was valid in her points that food will help the body repair itself. And that the body can repair itself when given the right tools.

And as my dietician said, “Medication only treats the symptoms, not the cause of a disease.”

And that’s how functional medicine operates.

Now, I’m all for medication in certain aspects, like treating cancer with chemotherapy. No amount of waiting and diet is going to stop a disease like that from spreading. But after reading up on functional medicine it made me think: If we can prevent diabetes, Alzheimer’s, heart attacks, and a slew of other conditions, why can’t we reverse the conditions if we have them? (Given that they’re in the early stages, of course).

Makes sense, right? If we ate three bags of chips a day and gained 100 pounds, the only way we can lose the weight is to stop eating three bags of chips a day.

(There may be other factors that makes someone get sick, but the causes are mostly fixable, like the chips.)

I mentioned this before in my first RA post, but stress was the cause of me getting it. I’ve never been able to handle stress well and my job at the time was too much (in fact, that’s when I noticed my first symptom, a swollen pinky). Even though I got out of that stressful situation, it was too late. My body was still holding onto the stressors.

And my hunch was confirmed at my new job: whenever I would get stressed, my elbows would hurt, which never happened before. And on the days where I was relaxed? No pain!

I felt like I had discovered gold. And now I’m taking the steps to manage stress better. And my pain has been on the low end of the pain scale. My swollen pinky and middle finger are still present, but getting back to normal.

The medication may be helping too. Functional and conventional medicine do work together at times it seems.

But to me, functional medicine is a safer approach to treating disease. There are no side effects from eating fruits and vegetables. Or exercising five days a week. Or doing yoga for 15 minutes a day.

It’s all about adopting healthy habits.

Catching Up with the Cousin

My cousin, Todd, and I ate lunch yesterday at Ayame Curry & Ramen, a hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant in a shopping center. He ordered the cold noodles and gyoza, while I took the beef curry.

Our families used to live five minutes away from one another, so our moms would take us out to the beach, to restaurants, and do other kid stuff. He was, and still is, my “older brother.”

But since he moved to Vegas in 2011, the only time we saw each other was when my family went up during Christmas and/or summer. In between those times, we hardly talked to each other, except the yearly “happy birthday” text.

We talked about him possibly moving back home, but he doesn’t want to since Hawaii’s “so small,” work, and relationships.

After we walked around the shopping center eating ice cream: cotton candy for him, cookies & cream for me. When I dropped him off at his moms’, he told me, “Text me anytime. Just because I’m on the mainland doesn’t mean I’m dead.”

He was always the funny cousin.

And that’s what I miss about him. But I’m happy that he now makes an effort to come out and visit. And that we had our first grown-up outing since being adults!