Monday, April 01, 2013
The essential diet
Over the past few years, I have developed a tremor in my right hand. Only my right hand. And I'm right-handed.
This means it takes me at least twice as long to write -- the usual time to type, then again as much time or more to correct the typos. Touch-screen devices: forget it. Type an A, say, and I get AAAA.
Diagnosis: non-Parkinsonian essential tremor. My docs have tried three drugs, none worked. So I shake. And no one knows how to stop it. Do you?
But now Bill Clinton has the same problem. Bill Clinton! My tremor is almost stylish.
Well, not exactly. It's still a pain in the butt. But it has one redeeming quality: Since my hand started shaking, I've lost fifteen pounds. I can eat and drink all I want without worrying about gaining weight. My hand burns up the calories. Or at least that's what I choose to believe.
I'm thinking about writing a book. Shake Yourself Thin.
Whisking eggs. Sprinkling salt. Wobbling the wok. Mixing dressing. Dicing veggies.
And the drinks? Shaken, not stirred.
I'm hoping Bill will give me a blurb.