Monthly Archives: September 2009

Fiber Magic

I likely qualify as a reasonably “normal guy.”  I am in generally good health, I am happily married, I am gainfully employed, etc.  The main problem I had was nagging and common headaches.  Regularly I attributed the headaches to shifts in atmospheric pressure since I could tell you with clockwork accuracy whether it was going to rain later in the same afternoon or some time tomorrow just by how bad the headache was.  Sometimes the headaches were incredibly painful.  I regularly found myself taking Tylenol or Advil at least once a day, and often two or three times a day.  Every now and then I would get a day off for good behavior.

And so I lived for years.  Fearful for my liver with all the pain killers I was running through it, I sought the answer aggressively in little spurts when the headaches were particularly bad.  No answer, no one’s blog, no medical web site had any obvious answer that didn’t involve prescription pain killers or migraine medicine.  Then, without warning they vanished.  Entirely.  Then they came back again.

It was like a mystery to solve.  I had found the secret without knowing it, or likely even realizing it until it was too late.  Reminded that I had fixed it by the glaringly obvious return of the headaches instead of the subtle absence of them.  I looked over the month long gap in headaches and nothing stood out especially clearly as the solution.

Like any well meaning office drone, I live my life bouncing back and forth between eating properly and well, not-so-much, as I try to keep a life sitting down at a computer from ruining my body.  During the month of missing headaches I wasn’t on any diet plan, so that wasn’t it.  I wasn’t working out, I wasn’t stress free, I wasn’t doing anything different.  But I must have been, regular headaches don’t just stop without warning.

Then while walking through my local warehouse club store I turned down, of all places, the snack aisle.  I remembered a while back having purchased a big box of Fiber One bars, and I remember enjoying them tremendously.  They are after all, delicious.  Probably the tastiest granola type bars made by anyone.  Not thinking of the headaches that were once again just a part of my daily life, I picked up another box, purchased it, and wandered home.

The headaches vanished again, replaced by intense gas pressure in my gut, but I was paying attention this time.  The secret appeared to be fiber.  I once considered myself to be eating approximately correct amounts of things.  I ate reasonably well thanks to my wife’s wonderful cooking.  I had meats and veggies and starches and grains and fruits on a basically daily basis.  Somehow it wasn’t enough.  After a couple of weeks of eating a single Fiber One bar a day, the gas pain vanished as my body got used to higher amounts of fiber in my diet.  The headaches stayed gone.

My track record at this point for around eight months of daily Fiber One bars is roughly twenty Tylenol, and not all of those were for headaches.  From using two to six a day, to two per month on average.  By adding a simple tasty granola bar to my daily routine, I now use virtually no pain killers for headaches at all.  So to all you out there with unexplainable headaches, try a Fiber One bar every day for a little while.  It may not be the solution you need, but for me it was the “magic pill” I’d been looking for without success for nearly a decade and I’m eternally grateful these delicious things were invented.

Hawaii – Locals and Roads

Welcome to Maui.  Land of tropical pleasures, amazing landscapes, twisted crazy roads, and fantastic culture.  Come for fruity drinks with umbrellas and food that may remind you of a 1950’s drive-in, complete with as much fat and cholesterol as you could possibly want in your vacation food.  Leave because the locals hate you.

Any lovely evening at a luau should be enough to educate you about a bit of Hawaiian history and would teach about 100s of years of history and mythology before Hawaii became the 50th United State in 1959.  If that weren’t enough, they enjoyed a generally well managed monarchy until we (the USA) came in and abolished it all.  In their minds, generally speaking, this was not an excellent day for them.  (August 21st, 1959 to be exact.)

Don’t get me wrong here, not all of the locals are bitter and angry.  A vast portion of them are actually very friendly.  Those tend to be the ones that either understand basic economics or at least work for someone that does.  People of Hawaiian decent that are near a resort are likely to be some of the friendliest people you’ve ever met.  Travel out into the middle of no where and all bets are off.

No where is this more true than on the Road to Hana.  This particular road clocks in at a mere 52 miles in length but offers the sadistic driver almost three hours of driving in each direction and yes, if you drive it once you have almost no choice but to drive it back later.  Each pass of this road includes 620 turns, 59 bridges (46 of which are only one lane) and hundreds of stretches of one lane road with “yield to oncoming traffic” signs and no indication of where that oncoming traffic could be coming from.

Our trip lasted almost exactly seven hours, put us through double the number of one lane bridges, turns, and miles and subjected us to raw hatred without cause.  Not typically what you would expect to hear about a well known tourist attraction I suppose, but as I mentioned before, the locals hate you.  I can only imagine that they hate that it takes you three hours to drive the road they would rather complete in one, and they hate that you personally abolished their kingdom and forced being a state down their throats.  Locals are often as easy to recognize as you are as a tourist.  You are the couple in a rented car driving at generally sane speeds, they are the seven people in a single rusted white pickup truck that literally yell and swear at you as you go by or nearly run you off the road as they pass you in the middle of turns 375 and 376.  Whatever gene it is that allows someone to think it is a good idea to pass you in a one lane road full of twists and turns, I find myself quite glad to have evolved beyond possessing it.

If the nausea, screaming headache, and general exhaustion wasn’t bad enough the destructive emotional force of unwarranted hatred left me a bit depressed for almost the whole next day.  My advice to you is to go to Maui for all the good things, eat cheeseburgers with high calorie toppings, drink silly looking drinks with fruits you’ve never even heard of, and to skip the Road to Hana entirely.  The drive sucked, the locals are mean and angry, the view while interesting was not at all unique after the 400th turn, and when people tell you there is nothing in Hana at all they are being kind to the town as a whole.  Nothing doesn’t begin to describe what was waiting for us at the half way point of seven hours of hell.

There was literally a police station, a resort you aren’t allowed on, and a general store.  If you are looking for more than that, you are wasting your time, it’s just not there.  We had heard there was nothing in Hana, but as the destination of a massive tourist trap we figured there would at least be a little something to do.  We were flat wrong.