My body is a temple

I am trying to be MR. HEALTH.

This AM I did what seemed to me to be a frontal offensive on the Virus/Bacterial terroristica.

I made Organic Asian Green Tea with fresh brewed ginger root and fresh Lemon wedges sweetened with organic honey.

This was all meant to wash down the frontal assault team of Wal-Mart Equate Multi-Vitamin supplement (guaranteed to be just like the real, high priced brand) refined Omega-3 Fatty acid from real fish oil (squeezed manually from a real fish.  No fish was killed during this process I was assured by the “Health and Vitamin Etc.” clerk whose natural-ceramic pin said his name was Duane Duane), gelatin oil of real garlic capsules, Vitamin C, Co-enzyme Q10 (not the loan enzyme, but to “co” one) and Folic acid; I also thru in a Tylenol to be safe.

Now I know, women, especially, don’t like to talk about burping (or other manly pleasures) But, I think my system wasn’t ready for me to leap into health with such Vigor.

My system sent up smoke signals that seemed to say:

“Did you just suck down a raw Sockeye Salmon?  Where are we and what is all this Asian stuff with Garlic?  Did you move out of the country?”

“Last week it was your homemade Chicken soup we had to endure ad infinitum.  That mixed with you Turkey burger Chili! Didn’t the 2AM dance we did give you a hint?”

Ok, my body is my temple and regular and consistent maintenance is far more beneficial than the “Take it to MAACO for the Collision Cosmetology” approach.

How do I tell my Stomach I repent?

Is “Where the hell did you put the Beano the last time you took it?” a cry for help?

I need to know.