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What is Insulanity?

Not sure how frequently I'll regularly blog, but I'm feeling it.  So here we go.

Insulin + Insanity = Insulanity

Per Wikipedia insulin is : provided within the body in a constant proportion to remove excess glucose from the blood, which otherwise would be toxic.  And insanity per me: repeating the same behavior yet expecting a different outcome.  

 This name came to be during a conversation with one of my friends from my gym, Krista.  Overtime she has become one of the few people I've been painfully truthful with about my eating habits.  We're in this boat together and it's a judgement free zone and she's just awesome.  She's also into oils...which makes her even more awesome.  I'm sure you'll see here name pop up here and there.  

 I learned when I read It Starts With Food by Dallas and Melissa Hartwig that (help me if I'm wrong) eating sugars, dairy, grains, legumes, alcohol causes my insulin to spike to clean out the toxins in my blood.  That stores as sugar and my workouts don't have a chance to burn the fat cause it's constantly burning the sugar.  (Am I close??)  It essentially makes my workouts pointless because I'm like a guinea pig in a wheel...just spinning my wheels, never getting my body to change it's shape.  That's insane.  Insulanity.  

 PS.  I've somehow changed my title to "Test" everywhere...how do I change that back?

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