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Deanna Protocol - Day 12

Another day, another day of full dosages on the "protocol".  (Again, note that I have NOT gotten the glutathione IV, nor have I directly ingested raw coconut oil or medium chain triglyceride (MCT) oil.  However I do incorporate coconut oil in my (husband's) cooking and am very partial to it on my steel-cut oatmeal.  I do not miss butter as a result.

I'm having very few side effects thus far except muscle spasming, charlie horses, in my calves, feet, and backs of my thighs.  As well as occasional cramps in my forearms which trigger various fingers.  I'm told that it could be due to not drinking enough water and since I've been tracking this on LiveStrong.com, I'm finding that could be a correlation.

I'm still following the blood-type diet for the most part.  Though I have to be flexible to a certain extent lest I drive my husband crazy.  If he offers me ketchup or salsa, I decline, but if my food shows up with it, I eat it, say thank you and remind him that it's not on my food list.  Same for beef products.


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