September 13, 2003
First, anyone who doesn't know that nicotine is addictive, please raise your hands, shake 'em a bit, and then visit this website. Then come back. (No one left, I know).
Now, that being said, how much does it take to kill you (since, as my loving husband pointed out, nicotine is also a poison). It's about 60 mg to kill you.
The average amount of nicotine in one cigarette is about 1 milligram.
Now, to Arriva and NICOWater. First, a caveat. I don't know prices on tobacco products. I never will because I never have and never will use. Anyone who thinks it's wise for a 31-year old oral cancer survivor to begin a smoking/chewing program, please e-mail me immediately. I'd love to post such advice. What I'm saying, though, essentially, is that I don't know if these products would be cost-effective replacements for cigarettes.
But back to the article.
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Ariva is not the only nicotine-delivery product being slipped through the
regulatory cracks. A veritable
industry is burgeoning. Consider, for example, NICOWater, which is -- you
guessed it -- bottled water
spiked with nicotine. When the product was first introduced under a
different trade name
and marketed as a dietary supplement, the National Center for Tobacco-Free
Kids and a coalition
of public health groups petitioned the FDA to treat it as an unapproved
drug. Last summer, the
agency did so and forbade its marketing as a nutritional supplement. But now
NICOWater is back, and
its new manufacturer is selling it as a "homeopathic formula developed for
adult smokers who suffer
from the symptoms of tobacco cravings." The public health coalition renewed
its
petition, but the FDA has so far done nothing -- and its rejection of the
same groups' petition concerning
Ariva does not promise tough action.
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There are two big problems with this state of affairs. The first is that no
highly addictive and
harmful drug should be marketed without substantial regulatory oversight. It
is bad enough that cigarettes
themselves should go unregulated by a public health-oriented agency, but it
is simply inexcusable
that their constituent chemical compounds would be sold in drugstores
without
triggering the jurisdiction of the agency that supposedly regulates drugs.
Moreover, the situation is grossly
unfair to drug companies that spend significant time and resources to bring
to market
traditional nicotine-replacement products under the usual rules of drug
and medical device development. Why would smokers buy a heavily regulated
and
consequently expensive nicotine lozenge when the same nicotine in water is
available
for far less as a homeopathic formula?
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The FDA's current impotence concerning tobacco products in general is
indefensible -- a situation Congress
desperately needs to correct. Yet the FDA does not need to make current law
worse than it
already is by interpreting its way out of the oversight of nicotine that it
is able to perform.
To me, products like these seem like godsends to the non-smoking public. I don't care if people ingest nicotine. I don't really even care much about people who smoke themselves to death except to comment that I believe it to be stupid, and I'm thoroughly annoyed with smokers who won't take responsibility for their own tobacco-induced illnesses. What it comes down to for me is that I am extremely irritated and annoyed by having to breathe the foul shit smokers put into MY air, especially indoor air.
But that's just me, and I have some good, valid reasons beyond being a health nut that I'll not go into here. Back on course. If companies want to put out products containing nicotine, let them. Step gently aside, and let it run its course. Isn't tobacco regulation an oxymoron anyway? It's the drug that's harmful to others (namely, me - I'll admit I'm selfish) in proximity to its use.
So, to recap. I don't care if you smoke. Why would I care if you drank/used nicotine products? If you smoke, you already do.
Just what is the big deal here?
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September 12, 2003
Hi, I'm famous. I'm an "expert" (in something). Buy my weight loss book!
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September 11, 2003
Is it just me, or is this story especially vague?
First, (and foremost) "a rare form of cancer." That could be anything. I dug deeper.
(I'm ignoring the parents' rights versus government "rights" - I have to work soon. There's potential for a really, really long post there, and if someone wants it, go ahead).
Ewing's Sarcoma. (Here's more info on the cancer.)
In this article, I found an interesting fact.
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According to police, the family may be on their way to Houston to enroll
their son in a clinical trial for another type of cancer treatment.
Yeah, I found it.
Thought so.
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Seeking a different treatment approach, Barbara Jensen and Parker apparently
were headed to the Burzynski Clinic for alternative medicine in Houston,
Daren Jensen told Idaho authorities after his arrest. Daren Jensen fled to
Pocatello with the couple's four other children after the court order.
The Burzynski clinic specializes in a treatment known as antineoplaston therapy, which is in clinical trials with the U.S. Food and Drug Administration.
"Ewing's is a very different form of cancer and we don't have a trial for it," said Mike Goldberg, the clinic's public relations manager.
You'll notice that Ewing's Sarcoma is not something that the clinic has a trial for, which, in simplest terms, means that young Parker will not be treated by Dr. Burzynski.
Parents, pray. Then take your young son to another slew of doctors, whatever it takes to convince you that you need to do SOMETHING...because cancer doesn't simply go away.
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September 10, 2003
American pets are obese! Damn McDonalds!
Er, I mean, how terrible. You know, I think that's the vet's job to warn you if your animal packs on a few - and then, you know, there are things like diets, which are pretty easy to do with animals. See, house pets lack opposable thumbs, and you can keep the food in the pantry.
Like I should talk - I have two feline bundles of love that are slightly overweight, but not bad.
But, while looking for the article, I found Obese House Pets Petition Richard Simmons for Help.
Everywhere you look, Glenn Reynolds.
Scary.
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September 06, 2003
So, with my restlessness of being home today, I decided to put the home
gym to use. I'm so thankful for it.
I did a full body workout today. I learned/reminded myself of a few things.
And now I have an improvised home variety for those rare occasions, like today, when I cannot wear shoes and transport myself to the gym. The bad toe/foot is the other. I made sure to hide its maladies from this post. After lifting this evening, I perused the blogosphere via my blogroll, and I found this beauty. As I commented there: 1, ow, and 2, what a funny link. Worth visiting. hln |
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May 09, 2003
First off - this dude works for the US government. America - you know, that place where, so long as it's legal, you can produce and sell the product. In this case, the product is fast food. It's a product. Fast food restaurants sell the product. Just what is the BIG DEAL? Who tapped you on the shoulder and stated "SPEAK."
I read THIS today. I was sufficiently disturbed. In case you missed it, I preached a similar tangent just a week ago.
So, this dude is telling us how to eat. Drop that cheese, Mr. Thompson. We know you're from Wisconsin, and it'll be hard, but, please, show some rational behavior in recognizing that your constituents (defined as all of America thrown into a gargantuan pile of soup) are NOT rational. My favorite snippets from the Yahoo preachy article:
- 'I'm going to start giving out
awards and singling out ones that are doing good and the ones that aren't,'
he told reporters at a food policy conference. 'If I get in trouble, I get
in trouble.'
- 'It is important to
pressure the food industry, the fast food industry, the soft drink society
... getting them to offer healthier foods and put more things on the menu
dealing with fruits and vegetables,' he said. 'I don't support lawsuits. I
think we can do this as a society.'
It's not what's on the menu, dork, it's what the consumer's gonna order, pay for, and consume. If Bobby from last week's example is going to visit Fast Food Joint X, he's going to munch on whatever suits his tastes. If he's a healthy eater, he'll make do. If he's not, well, public pressure and fast food menus won't do the trick.
And more:
- Banzhaf and other lawyers claim that food companies, just like
cigarette producers in the past, are not properly warning consumers that
their products may be addictive.
Almost forgot:
- Thompson, who has recently lost 15 pounds by eating less
rice, potatoes and bread, said he prefers government programs that offer
cities and food companies incentives to promote healthier lifestyles.
What a deal.
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May 05, 2003
I saw my first ad for Botox last night. You know, BOTULISM. Okay, okay, I know it's controlled, but it's still something that affects your nerves and causes muscle inhibition/paralysis - same animal.
This particular advertisement displayed a posse of women (of course) wandering to and fro with perfect white-toothed smiles (wow, does that come with? I mean, free peroxide for the teeth with every shot?) and lean, healthy bodies. Don't you want to be like these people? Redefine sexy in your 30s, 40s, 50s. We all know that frown lines are the death of our sex lives. Come, live in the happy toxin four-month-lasting-little-shots-between the eyes world! With us! You can be...
And so today at lunch I took the Google journey about the side effects of Botox (none to be found readily on the website, that's for sure), and here's what we have.
- Side effects list one - hmm, superficial punctate keratitis.
- Side effects list two - it's a torture implement similar to eyebrow plucking
Of course, the strongest thing to note was the small but direct sentence, "the long-term side effects of Botox Cosmetic remain unknown."
But, remember, folks, like the ad says, It's not magic (so disdain the apothecaries), it's Botox Cosmetic. It hits you right between the eyes.
And I don't need it.
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May 02, 2003
Gloves
1) Batting gloves
2) Weight lifting gloves
3) Cycling gloves
Shoes (and boots!)
1) Softball cleats
2) Cross trainers
3) Cycling clippy-thing shoes
4) Ice skates
5) Rollerblades
Apparel
1) ~10 sports bras
2) Infinite t-shirts
3) 4 pairs of soccer shorts
4) sport socks - who KNOWS how many pairs
Accoutrements
1) Softball bat
2) Cycling helmet
3) Softball glove
4) Knee pads (volleyball)
5) 2 softballs
6) Bike rack (for 3 bikes)
7) Rollerblade pads
Home gym
1) Nautilus incline/decline bench
2) Ankle weights
3) Dumbbells - 5, 7, 10, 12, 15, 20, 25, 30 pounds.
4) Two Pilates tapes
Oh, and the new bike!
Is this not insane? 3/4 of this stuff resides in my vehicle; my poor car has metamorphed into a gear-hauling machine.
Now, what does this all mean? Probably insanity. I was a good girl today and took a day off from the gym, focusing on my sports EQUIPMENT instead.
The bike's pedals were not properly adjusted so the little clippy shoe thingees would clip in properly. I managed to get the left foot clipped while holding on to my credenza in my office (and balancing on the bike). It wouldn't come out, though. So, limber as a flying squirrel, I dismounted somehow and unhooked myself from the shoe, adjusted the tension, put my foot in the shoe, mounted the bike, and repeated this process until I could pop the shoe out with a twisting motion. Stir, beat, then fold - had to do that three more times and test it all. Riding should be tomorrow.
Oh, and, more readership, please. GAINPRO!
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April 30, 2003
The "no" arguer has some brains: blah blah blah weight blah "...but litigation isn't the solution." Thank you, next?
The "yes" arguer needs a big shot of rational-thought epinephrine. Get a load of this...verbatim.
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"Fast food is a major contributor to obesity. The nutritional
information that only a third of chain restaurants provide wasn't
necessarily furnished out of the kindness of their hearts. Some fast
food companies offered it only after several state attorneys general
threatened to sue them for misleading advertising in the 1980s. We know
public pressure can effect change, and litigation can make change happen
sooner."
- Obesity is society's fault
- "Americans are constantly induced to spend a little more money to get a lot more food"
Drop that french fry, Bob, and take note. You are not an individual. You do not have free thought. See, you dropped the fry when I told you to, didn't you? Obviously, you, Bob American, cannot think for yourself. You haven't the slightest idea that you're possibly overweight because your id desires a super-sized meal...six times a week, and you feed your body with your id. You can't possibly, with the glut of information available from library to library to web site to website site, endeavor to KNOW that behavior of any form has specific consequences. How shocked you would be if only Margo would swoop down with gilded wings and show you THE WAY and incite you to call the sleaziest attorney in town.
Oh, Margo, please. Are you one of those women who's going to insist that all women are oppressed? Perhaps I should write and ask. Obviously, all of those frivlous lawsuits against the tobacco companies are making great strides toward reducing smoking. Suuuuuuuure. Public pressure does nada. I'll give you that, though, if you'll recognize that you're a hemisphere away from linking that public pressure thing to lawsuits reducing obesity. What's next, Ruffles? Frito Lay? The Olive Garden for offering Tour of Italy as "a meal"?
Ugh. Fast food? Subway, please, if you want a gentle suggestion and are on the run. McDonald's, eh, it won't kill you every once in a while, OBVIOUSLY. Just try to keep the frequent nugget miles low, Bob. And skip the lawsuit.
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April 18, 2003
But this morning, as I was awakened by the "do-you-want-to-get-up-at-5?" intoned by my husband, I found myself making the 2,154 excuses to myself that I thought I was long past about why I did not want to transport myself to the gym.
*Too tired
*Leg muscles ache, ow, ow
*I'll do Pilates later
*I'll go tomorrow and do more
*It won't hurt me if I don't go
*It's only cardio day - I wouldn't be missing any strength training
*I could go to work early and go to the gym after.
*I could play some Asheron's Call!
See, these are not even eloquent. Nor are they persuasive.
Today is cardio day. My body knows this, as my id so aptly stated in the previous paragraph. The gym has a track encircling it up at about a mezzanine level, and 18 times around is a mile. It's a perfect 60 - 65 degrees, so the moment you start to sweat, you know your muscles are warm enough to stretch or rip (as needed).
Cardio day encompasses many pleasures and tortures. I like the elliptical machine - often do 15 - 30 mins on it on non-cardio-days as the cardio component of a non-all-cardio day. Did you get all that? Good. But, in preparation for this MS 150 thing, I've felt the need to do some adequate self ass-kicking. This is otherwise known as running.
Now, some people are born to run. You see them in shopping malls or grocery stores - their tiny ectomorphic limbs and torsos - sometimes Gollum personified. If you feel the need to scientifically observe, park yourself at a mall near the size 2 racks. Yes, those are they.
I am not one of these people. I am born to lift and grunt, and, in other societies, would likely be one of the first women tapped for manual labor. Tall, good strong back. I would not be your choice of messenger to Marathon.
Alas and excuses aside, this running thing is growing on me. It's fabulous endurance training to get those lungs moving, and dancing happy lungs are good things. Oh, and the endorphins. Oh baby. The body's own opiates? And at that moment when you finally make that self discovery of "hey, I'm breathing normally AND running" - oh baby. Euphoria.
I'm not sure it's entirely just that, though. I find myself want to run in places and at times when it's not appropriate to run (and then, of course, conversely, wishing quite the opposite at the exact moment when my feet should begin doing their thing). This morning, I wanted to run the strangely cobbled hallway from the restroom back to the office location that houses my cubicle. Very strange indeed.
Where does this lead? Well, this morning it meant I ran nearly two miles and walked (which is close to jogging, really) another two or so. And then I applied the old ramrod to my psyche about my lack of effort, and it broke. I found myself laughing. A year ago, if I had told myself, "today you're going to walk a few miles and then run a few (or that amount of exercise in any order), I'd have run (or something else) screaming from the impossibility.
Perspective.
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April 16, 2003
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April 14, 2003
Instead, sucker that I am, I find myself playing for a team I do not know on the Jewish Community Center’s (JCC) Monday night league. On Saturday, I found myself driving to practice for the other team for which I did not plan to play – my friend Bonnie’s Tuesday night team. Three hours, a shin welt, a bruised toe, and a sore right shoulder later, I emptied the day’s infield dust accumulation into the bathtub (for it belongs) and thought about this strange course my summer is taking.
The summer, in my mind, was to be dedicated to training for SeptemberÂ’s MS 150, for, sucker that I am, I have beenÂ…umÂ…suckered into joining the not-yet-established informal-but-soon-to-be-formal cycling team made of some friends and coworkers. And, being the only female in my side of the office, itÂ’s bad form to wimp out. I donÂ’t own a bike, but ever since I decided that this was the summerÂ’s goal, IÂ’ve been doing all the non-bike training things to make this a reality. The bike is to come later this week.
I digress.
Softball. My fond memories of softball are from nine years old until twelve years old. It was in these days that I was in an all-girl league and being bigger and more developed than the other girls was a distinct advantage. I learned my first sports lesson at age nine, when Randy Paape (yes, I remember his name), the seventeen-year-old who was kind enough to coach his little sisterÂ’s team, taught me to never ever ever throw a ball at a person with whom you have not established eye contact. This was humiliating at eight, but it has many practical applications even at thirty. Oh, and Randy played on the BIG peopleÂ’s league (swoon, swoon).
That year, 1981, Thumb Hyde and Fur (Thumb being the thumb of Michigan) won the Sandusky Girls' Minor League Championship. I remember the trip to Dairy Queen (a big deal in a very small town) and my Big Quencher Lemon-Lime Mr. Misty. The trophy reads:
1981
Champs
Three years later, we moved to Missouri. Missouri softball in a city is different than small-town softball. A small town lives for its sports, for there is little else to do. In Sandusky, I lived a mere three blocks from the field, which made its home in the center of the residential section of the main part of town. Driving to softball was a new phenomenon; playing on a team with little skill was a new challenge. So, at the end of the season, I was invited to try out for the all-city team or something similar. At age 12, I still hadnÂ’t mastered (or attempted) the slide technique. I was one of three girls cut.
And that was it for softball until last summer, showcasing a twelve year-oldÂ’s skill in a thirty year-oldÂ’s body, complete with a slightly creaky arthritic knee. IÂ’m somewhat apprehensive that IÂ’m coordinated enough to thrive in a team sports environment when we move beyond practice into that strange state of being known as a GAME. But, still, somehow, some things remain the same from youth to adulthood. Hopefully throwing and catching remain intact. BattingÂ’s not a problem; I was 3 for 3 tonight.
Infield dirt is still infield dirt. It doesnÂ’t seem to matter if you mix 17 or 19 different varieties of brown-tinted fine-grained mixtures. I believe the 18th is allspice, but youÂ’d have to ask Dominique, my husbandÂ’s cat; she likes to clean me. I know for a fact that ingredient four is sand. And, as my socks can attest, plain old dirt is definitely present in copious amounts.
Bring on the Tide commercial. ItÂ’s softball season.
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