Health...

I love to eat. It brings me so much emotional joy. In fact, I love eating so much, it brought about my death in 2012 when I left my body. When we eat out on occasion, like at Nicos, I now try to eat healthier. Where I used to order deep fried chicken katsu plates with starchy rice and fatty macaroni salad, or loco moco plates with the same fatty starches combined now with red meat, gravy and undercooked eggs, I order fish and poi.

There is no greater emotional satisfaction now then to know that in my ahi and aku poke, and limu, kukui nut, and poi, that I am ingesting foods that my ancestors have eaten for over 2000 years. It nourishes my body, my kino, and my spirit, my wailua. 

I now look at my old cravings as sludge that clogs up my entire Being. I will admit that it can be expensive to eat healthier as my own lunch can run twenty-five dollars or more, thus I indulge only so often. But considering that my hospitalization in 2012 in Intensive Care and on Life-Support, and the resultant surgery, cost well over $250,000, it is quite the preventative bargain...