Fuck Your Expensive Health Protocol

What really makes us well

I just returned from a family vacation in the Florida Keys, where my days were filled with deep-sea fishing, snorkeling, beach walks, and kayaking. Fully immersed in nature, swaying with the rhythms of tides and sunlight, I experienced that beautiful state where time seems to stop—where you're neither rushing toward nor away from anything, just perfectly present.

Then, during brief downtime, I made the mistake of checking social media.

Holy shit. The contrast hit me like a sledgehammer.

My feed became a doomsday cult of health terrorism: invisible pathogens hunting you, seed oils murdering you, produce poisoning you, your body catastrophically deficient in supplements you've never heard of, microplastics colonizing your organs, your home's electrical system cooking your DNA, and mold turning your children's bedrooms into toxic waste sites.

Each scroll delivered another biological boogeyman, another expert screaming that you're dying, another salvation protocol—7-day detox protocols, infrared saunas, lymphatic drainage, liposomal glutathione, and "quantum cellular reset" programs to purge the invisible poisons. Don’t even get me started on mental health twitter and politics.

The message?

Your body is a toxic waste dump in a world engineered to destroy it, and only constant paranoia—plus this month's trendy cellular cleanse—stands between you and oblivion.

It was maddening.

Everyone's in some kind of deficit. Everyone's under attack. Everyone's body is a battlefield where you're losing ground daily without the right expert health intervention.

It's a constant state of war—us against nature, us against our own bodies.

FEAR, FEAR, FEAR and more FEAR.

This narrative serves an economic purpose. There's no profit in telling people, "Your body is an exquisitely designed system that has evolved over millions of years to thrive in the natural world. It knows what it's doing."

Even our microbiome—the trillions of bacteria that have co-evolved with humans since the beginning of our existence—is portrayed as a battleground rather than an ecosystem. We're sold antibacterial everything, told to fear "germs," and then sold probiotics to replace what we've destroyed. Create the problem, sell the solution.

The messaging is relentless:

"Scientists discover new link between [common behavior] and [terrifying disease]."

"Are you getting enough [nutrient nobody worried about until this marketing campaign]?"

"The silent killer that could be living in your [body part/home/relationship]."

"What your doctor isn't telling you about [normal bodily function]."

And the experts! My God, the endless parade of experts with their conflicting advice. Eat this, not that. Exercise this way, not that way. Sleep like this, not like that. Each one backed by cherry-picked studies and each one contradicting the last, creating a perpetual state of confusion that leaves you feeling that without their guidance, you're doomed.

The most profitable patient isn't the one who gets better or dies. It's the one kept perpetually off-balance, perpetually "managing" their condition, perpetually afraid of what might happen if they stop complying.

And I couldn't help thinking: What if this entire health paradigm is fundamentally wrong?

Who Convinced You That You Need An Expert To Be Healthy?

When did we become so convinced of our body's incompetence? When did we decide that the same divine process that created our miraculous brains, our self-healing tissues, our adaptive immune systems, and our astonishing sensory capabilities somehow left us uniquely vulnerable to every element in our natural environment?

When exactly did we decide we were too goddamn stupid to trust our own bodies? At what precise moment in history did we collectively bend over and surrender our most basic biological intuition to strangers with framed credentials on their walls?

Our ancestors survived ice ages, plagues, and predators without a single wellness podcast or medical journal. They knew when to rest when exhausted, what plants healed them, what foods nourished them. They understood hunger, thirst, pain, and pleasure without someone with a PhD telling them what they were feeling. They LIVED in their bodies rather than overthinking every fucking sensation.

The were fundamentally connected to nature. Part of the ecosystem. No parasite cleanses, no supplements, no sunscreen, no therapist to validate their version of a story that ultimately places them in a state of victimhood.

And now? We need experts to tell us we're tired. We need apps to remind us to drink water. We need doctors to confirm we're stressed when our hair is falling out and we haven't slept in days. We need peer-reviewed studies to prove that touching grass and seeing sunlight improves our mood. We've become so pathologically disconnected from our own flesh that we require PERMISSION from authorities to interpret what our bodies are screaming at us.

I feel embarrassed to be a part of it.

Let's call this what it is: a deliberate fucking hijacking of human autonomy. This disconnection isn't accidental—it's engineered with surgical precision. A population connected to their innate wisdom is impossible to control and, more importantly, difficult to sell to. But a population trained to doubt their every instinct? They'll buy any overpriced bullshit that promises to fix them. They'll surrender their autonomy to anyone with a white coat or a bestseller. They'll accept increasingly invasive "solutions" to problems they never actually had. They will keep the sick care system machine humming.

Think about the current business model pushing health obsession. First, terrify you about your toxic body in a toxic world. Watch anxiety spike as you realize you're poisoning yourself with every breath, bite, and unconscious moment. Then—here's the genius part—sell you expensive "anxiety solutions" for the very panic they just induced! Buy the book and go see the new anxiety “expert”. Buy the supplements. Or worse… take your “anti-anxiety” drug.

Fuck them.

It's like an arsonist selling fire insurance while still holding the gas can.

The truly obscene part? We're now so removed from our biological birthright that suggesting people might inherently know what they need sounds like dangerous, radical thinking. Common sense isn't common anymore because common sense doesn't generate billions in profit. Common sense doesn't fill prescription pads or drive engagement metrics or sell subscriptions to health apps.

Ever wonder why your grandmother's simple wisdom about food, rest, sunlight, and community seems simultaneously obvious and revolutionary? Because it is. The most fundamental truths about human health aren't complex or sophisticated—they're insultingly simple. So simple, in fact, that they must be deliberately obscured, needlessly complicated, and repackaged as exclusive "breakthroughs" to justify an entire industry of parasitic middlemen between you and your own fucking instincts.

The path back to ourselves won't be found in more information, more experts, or more external validation. It begins with the radical act of asking: "What if the entire medical-industrial complex is built on convincing me I'm too stupid to listen to my own body? What if all this complexity is just a smokescreen hiding the most obvious truth—that I already know what I need, and that terrifies anyone who profits from my disconnection?"

The Health-Obsessed vs. The Actually Healthy

The collision of worlds during my vacation was jarring—like witnessing two different species of human evolving in opposite directions. Here were humans separated not by geography but by their fundamental relationship with existence itself: those desperately micromanaging their survival versus those who had somehow remembered how to actually live. The gap between these realities wasn't just philosophical—it was etched into their faces, embedded in their laughter, visible in the very way they carried themselves through the world. I couldn't help but wonder which group was truly healthier.

There's Darren, a 38-year-old attorney making seven figures who's turned his body into a science experiment. This man owns a $700 continuous glucose monitor, can recite his testosterone levels to the decimal point, and follows a diet so specific it requires spreadsheets. Each morning begins with a 19-supplement protocol organized in labeled containers, followed by precisely 12 minutes of "mindfulness" tracked on his meditation app. He hasn't had a carb after 4pm in three years. He also cancels plans when his heart rate variability drops below his target, and recently had a panic attack because his favorite electrolyte powder was discontinued. His marriage is failing because his wife is "toxic to his metabolic health."

There's Jennifer, whose Instagram feed transformed her from ambitious professional to professional patient. After a wellness influencer diagnosed her with "adrenal fatigue" she's spent $16,000 on mail-order hormone tests, IV vitamin drips, and a "mold detox protocol." She takes hourly breaks at work to consume various tinctures and recently invested $3,000 in a "quantum biofeedback device." When I asked what brings her joy, she stared at me like I'd spoken Mandarin, then checked her phone to see if her health tracking app could measure it.

Then there's David, who started "eating clean" and ended up with an eating disorder so severe he hasn't attended a family dinner in two years. He spends four hours daily researching food purity and has panic attacks in grocery store aisles. He's lost twenty pounds, most of his friends, and any semblance of spontaneity or pleasure. His entire identity now revolves around avoiding "toxins" while his actual life withers away.

Now, the people I met in the Florida Keys:

Carlos, my 67-year-old fishing guide, with skin like tanned leather from forty years on the water. This man eats whatever's available, laughs like he means it, and moves with the fluid strength of someone half his age. His breakfast was a Cuban sandwich and coffee with enough sugar to give a nutritionist a stroke. He hasn't "hydrated" a day in his life—he just drinks water when thirsty. He smokes occasional cigars, drinks beer most days, and couldn't tell you what a "biohack" is if his life depended on it. Yet he hoisted 50-pound coolers like they were empty, worked 12-hour days in the blistering sun, and exuded the kind of aliveness that no amount of supplements can manufacture.

Maria, the restaurant server working double shifts at 38, moved through chaos with balletic grace, remembering every detail of our complicated order without writing anything down. Her face was mapped with laugh lines she'd never think to inject with neurotoxins. When we asked what brought her to the Keys, she gestured toward the turquoise waters and cloudless sky. "I traded spreadsheets for sunsets five years ago," she said simply. "Left everything behind to live in nature instead of just visiting it on vacations." She referred to her modest life here as "paradise" without a hint of irony. "Some days I'm so tired my feet scream, but I fall asleep to the sound of waves and wake up to dolphins. My office is the ocean." The word "paradise" in her mouth wasn't an Instagram caption—it was a declaration of allegiance to a life fully lived.

Both radiated the kind of health no wellness influencer could ever manufacture—sun-kissed skin, strong bodies shaped by actual work rather than curated gym sessions, eyes clear and present rather than anxious and searching. They possessed that rare vitality that comes not from optimization protocols but from living in alignment with natural rhythms—the kind of raw, unfiltered aliveness that puts our clinical definitions of "health" to shame.

The stark difference wasn't what these Keys locals were doing—it was what they weren't doing. They weren't overthinking. They weren't optimizing. They weren't treating their bodies like problematic machines requiring constant monitoring and intervention. They didn’t live in screens or their own heads.

Most tellingly, they weren't spending their precious life force obsessing about extending their lifespan. They were too busy actually living.

Even at the grocery store, the difference was palpable. In the Keys, people tanned and relaxed grabbed their food without elaborate analysis, chatted with neighbors they bumped into, and generally treated shopping as a social activity rather than a high-stakes health decision. There were the open air markets and fresh fruits… which nobody seemed concerned that it would knock them out of ketosis.

I have fallen into the same health optimization traps. However, nothing I gained from all that optimization bullshit even comes close to the pure, unfiltered joy of that fishing trip in the Keys last week. The warm salt air filling my lungs as we chased down a school of Mahi Mahi. Long walks on the beach. Smoking a cigar and sipping whisky on the patio while laughing with my family until our sides hurt.

What I experienced instead was something far more powerful than any supplement regimen: profound gratitude. Gratitude for my body that could still cast a line and reel in a fighting fish. Gratitude for the ocean that has sustained life for billions of years. Gratitude for the simple miracle of my children's laughter carrying across the water at dusk. Connection to nature. Movement. Love.

In those moments, something extraordinary happens physiologically. Our nervous system shifts into a state of deep parasympathetic activation. Our breathing is slowed. Muscles relaxed. Mind cleared. Without trying to "biohack" anything, our bodies naturally find its way to the very state all those expensive protocols were failing to deliver.

Ease.

The opposite of Dis-Ease.

Where Attention Goes, Energy Flows

While sitting on a white-sand beach in the Keys—toes buried in warm sand, salt breeze on my skin—I found myself lost listening to a podcast interviewing Zach Bush, MD. If you are not aware of him I highly recommend you follow his work.

The irony wasn't lost on me: physically immersed in nature while intellectually exploring our disconnection from it. What struck me most was his revolutionary insight that cuts through all medical bullshit: "If it doesn't exist in consciousness, does it exist in your reality?"

This isn't New Age fluff—it's quantum biology. Your body responds not just to objective reality but to your perception of it. People in placebo studies heal from "fake" treatments because their cells don't understand the concept of "fake." Your biology responds to the story you tell it.

The nocebo effect—getting sick from something harmless because you believe it's harmful—isn't rare. It's the operating principle of our entire health culture. We've created a civilization-wide nocebo experiment where people manifest illness through perpetual fear of illness.

Bush's transformation from conventional doctor asking "what do I need to kill today?" to understanding our quantum entanglement with nature reveals medicine's fundamental error: treating humans as separate from nature rather than expressions of it. We aren't fighting the natural world—we ARE the natural world, down to our DNA.

The most profound evidence?

Bush discussed showing that while love and joy generate high electromagnetic frequencies, moments of complete authenticity generate frequencies 40 times higher. When you stop performing health and align with your authentic nature, your biological systems function at an entirely different level. Not because you've hacked them, but because you've finally stopped interfering with them.

Bush witnessed children born on dirt floors in the Philippines thriving while American babies born in sterile hospitals struggle. The difference? The mothers in the Philippines hadn't been programmed to view birth as a medical emergency. They hadn't surrendered their sovereignty to fear.

Where your attention goes, your physiology follows. Focus on potential health threats, and your nervous system responds accordingly—ramping up inflammation, stress hormones, and hypervigilance. Your anxious vigilance creates the very symptoms you're desperately trying to avoid.

Stop mistaking complex health protocols for revolution. The true radical act isn't finding the perfect supplement combination—it's remembering that your body evolved over billions of years to thrive in the natural world without a single expert, protocol, or research study. It's trusting the intelligence that assembled you from stardust, rather than constantly second-guessing it based on the latest headline.

Our Extinction Event is Self-Inflicted

Look at the fucking evidence. Every chronic disease ravaging humanity—diabetes, depression, autoimmunity, cancer—exploded precisely as we sealed ourselves off from the natural world. This isn't coincidence; it's causation. We've ripped ourselves from the biological matrix that created us and act shocked when our bodies revolt.

Your ancestors spent 99.9% of human history breathing fresh air, touching soil, drinking living water, moving under open skies, and sleeping with the rhythm of the sun. You spend 93% of your life in artificial boxes, bathed in electromagnetic radiation, breathing recycled air, consuming lab-created substances that resemble food, and blasting light into your retinas at midnight. And you wonder why your body is in open rebellion?

We've created the first generation of humans completely divorced from their biological operating system. Children who've never tasted fresh food. Adults who've never experienced true darkness. Bodies that have never been properly colonized by the microbes that coevolved with us for millions of years. We are, quite literally, aliens to our own genome.

The chronic disease epidemic isn't mysterious—it's the predictable result of forcing an organism to live in conditions radically opposed to its design. Like putting a whale in a swimming pool and wondering why it develops "mysterious" health problems despite having "access to water."

Your DNA expects certain inputs: sunlight, physical movement, microbial exposure, temperature variation, connection with other humans, real food. When those inputs are missing, your genes express disease. Not because your genes are broken—because the covenant between your biology and the natural world has been shattered.

And in our desperation, we've replaced genuine purpose with pathetic medical pilgrimages. You weren't born to optimize your fucking lab values. You were born to CREATE something meaningful, to SERVE something larger than your petty health anxieties, to LOVE with such fierce abandon that it terrifies you. You were designed to build, to fight for justice, to raise children, to make art that breaks people open, to find God in whatever form speaks to your soul. Not to worship at the sterile altar of medical authority while your actual life slips through your fingers.

What sick cosmic joke convinced us that our highest purpose is perfecting our blood panels rather than answering our soul's call? That tracking biomarkers matters more than leaving a legacy? That extending our lifespans matters more than ensuring our lives are worth extending? The most profound medicine will never come in a pill bottle—it comes from having a reason to get out of bed in the morning.

The most radical health act isn't downing more supplements or tracking more data. It's rewilding yourself. Tear off your shoes and stand barefoot on living earth. Plunge your body into cold natural water. Eat food that died for you rather than food that never lived. Feel rain on your skin. Move your body under open sky. Sleep when the sun sleeps. Create something that outlives you. Serve until your ego dissolves. Love until it breaks you open. Find the divine—not in sterile examining rooms but in thunder and birdsong and your child's laughter. This isn't romantic nature worship—it's fucking biological engineering at its most basic combined with spiritual truth at its most profound.

Your body doesn't need more complexity—it needs a return to fundamentals. Every cell in your body is screaming for reunion with the elemental forces that shaped it. That voice isn't neurosis—it's biological memory calling you home before it's too late.

The choice is brutally simple: reconnect or continue to deteriorate. Nature doesn't negotiate, doesn't care about your convenience, and doesn't accept technological substitutes. The bill for our biological betrayal has come due. Pay it willingly by returning to your origins, or continue to pay it unwillingly through disease, disconnection, and premature death.

The Simplest Health Advice

So what's the alternative to this fear-based paradigm? It's radically simple:

1. Eat real food that grows in your native environment. Stop overthinking it.

2. Move your body in ways that bring you joy, not punishment.

3. Connect with nature daily. Feet on earth. Sun on skin. Fresh air in lungs.

4. Build community. Human connection isn't a luxury—it's as essential as water.

5. Find silence. Your intuition speaks in whispers that can't be heard over the noise of constant stimulation.

6. Accept mortality. Not as something to fight, but as the natural boundary that gives life its meaning.

7. Contribute. Give something of yourself to the world. Purpose is medicine.

The Florida Keys showed me something we could easily forget: humans living as if they belonged to the earth rather than waging war against it. People whose weathered faces and calloused hands told stories of engagement rather than avoidance. There's a savage beauty in watching someone who treats the ocean as their church rather than their enemy, who accepts the sun as their birthright rather than a carcinogen, who moves through the world as if they have every right to be here.

Remember that you're not a fragile collection of symptoms requiring constant expert management—you're a fucking miracle of divine creation, intentionally designed with perfect wisdom to thrive in the natural world. Your body isn't a random assembly of cells that somehow learned to function—it's a masterpiece crafted by the same intelligence that orchestrates the tides, grows forests, and ignites stars. The divine blueprint within you already knows exactly how to heal, adapt, and flourish if only you'd stop interfering with its sacred programming based on this month's medical headlines.

The way back to health was never through more complexity—it was through remembering that you already possess everything you need, that you always have, and that the most dangerous disease of our time isn't cancer or heart disease, but the pathological belief that you're separate from the very nature that created you.

RESIST

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