Growing Young (and Perhaps Sick) with Human Growth Hormone (HGH)

By Dan Hall

Propagandaville – a quaint little town with white picket fences, nuclear families, neighborhood schools, and friendly salespeople who’ll be as nice and polite as possible so long as you’re shelling out money to buy their wares. Yes, in Propagandaville, money is king, and snake-oil peddlers abound, pushing their products onto unsuspecting people all in the name of health.

News of Human Growth Hormone or HGH has flooded the television and print advertising market in the past decade. Claims that HGH will retard the aging process, boost your sex drive, build muscle mass, help trim fat, cure depression, make you more intelligent, and cause you to feel better and healthier are ever-present in the media. But are these claims accurate? Is HGH therapy truly the new elixir of youth, or are the claims unsubstantiated, inaccurate, and just plain wrong?

HGH research has been occuring since as early as the 1960s, perhaps even earlier. HGH isolated from human pituitary glands is often used therapeutically to treat people with growth hormone deficiency, which could easily lead to reduced muscle mass and bone density. Of course, a true deficiency in growth hormone is not normal; it can be caused by a variety of factors, including hypopituitarism, tumors of the brain, and so
forth. Traditionally, people who need HGH treatment visit endocrinologists and do not purchase their HGH from infomercials.

Truthfully, HGH no longer exists, as scientists have stopped using true Human Growth Hormone and now market synthetic growth hormone. People claiming to sell HGH are not truly selling Human Growth Hormone but a synthetic blend that could very well be anything! Chances are, what is being sold is nothing more than amino acids or proteins wrapped in a neat little package. Unless you have a true GH deficiency and are willing to be diagnosed by an endocrinologist, you’re most likely wasting your money on mass-marketed HGH.

What’s frightening about all of this is that HGH does have its side-effects–ones that are rarely if ever mentioned on television. Diabetes, a gross enlargement of the nose and other facial features, a thickening of the skin and connective tissue, an increase in muscle mass but not strength, nerve damage, joint pain, certain cancers, edema, and other symptoms have been reported after prolonged use of commercial HGH. This is not something to be taken lightly, for it can very well have a negative effect on your health.

Homeopathic HGH (which is sold in small dosages) may actually live up to some of the hype, but only because the dosages are small enough to affect a change but not significant problems. Muscle mass may increase, skin may appear healthier, and energy may rise–in part due to the pituitary gland producing more natural GH as a side-effect–but these are all temporary effects. The true causes of aging have little to do with a lack of HGH and more to do with a lack of nutrition and/or an overabundance of toxins lodged within the joints and tissues. HGH can only add to these problems, not solve them.

Longevity cannot be found in a pill. A life-transformation is required to slow, stop, and perhaps reverse the aging process. Changes in diet, thought process, activity, and other areas of life are all necessary to remain young and live a long, healthy life. Pills, powders, shakes, oils, and other products will never replace true healthy living. And until we, as a society, can embrace the natural laws that will keep us healthy, we will continue to look for the next great wonder drug, thereby fueling the informercial conglomerates well into the future.

Dan Hall is a teacher and author living in Georgia. He is the author of the book Neohygiene. Visit him on the Web at http://www.neohygiene.com.

That Piece of Cake

By S.D. Craig

A recent article I read got me going again on the subject of those of us who weigh more than the comfortable norm and what we have endured through our lives. It suggested that if you wrote down the top eighteen things people have said to you regarding your weight that hurt, you could laugh about them with your supportive friends. Lines that I remember causing pain are not something I’d want to dredge up again for the sake of a forced laugh, but it might work.

“Are you sure you want that piece of cake?” haunts me.  What it means is that someone (other than you) is watching your weight and is trying not-so-gently to let you know they don’t think you are. How very clever. How very painful.

For one thing I should be blessedly happy. I didn’t grow up with weight problems as a child. In my twenties the troubles began, after leaving once-a-day physical education classes, daily horseback riding and walking up those hills to and from the bus stop. They don’t warn you when you leave high school you still need to stay active.  Not back in the seventies they didn’t. What happens?  All of a sudden, you’re a grown up. You get married. Life intrudes.

At forty-seven, they’ve had plenty of years to make the comments that dig, and then, dig deeper. What is so ironic is the disguise or denial of it all. “It’s said or done for my own good” is the reason they cite.  Can I say now it does nothing for me? Thanks.

What they’re hoping to gain (pardon the pun), I don’t know. Justice and a smug smile if I were to sit up, take notice, and finally starve myself to a mere but acceptable hundred thirty-five pounds? Better health they’re hoping for me? Funny thing is, I’m healthier than most of them. I’m rarely sick, my cholesterol is terrific, I walk 4-5 days a week and have now decided to swim daily. So, I’m big. I’m not thin. I don’t fit in with the gorgeous females in my family. I’m not Meg Ryan, boyishly trim and darling. Because of these searing comments, will I ever stop trying to be someone like her? Is that truly what they really want? That, I wonder.

I want to have total acceptance of myself. I want to be secure in this body I’m living in. My man loves me, my friends love me, and I have a wonderful life. I’m a writer and I do what I love every day. Somehow, those nagging comments through the past twenty-five years have so haunted me. I wish they’d go away. Really far away. One article like that brings it all back. I’m grateful for my healthy body and lifestyle, for it could be far worse. Much, more so. I try to focus on that and how lucky I am. I have both legs to let me walk. I have eyes that let me see. I can hear lovely music and smell flowers every day. The kicker is, I can taste. Oh dear.

Let me pass by yet another page of words that brought back the past to smack me cold again. The reflections of me in car windows as I walk by, the discomfort of my figure in a bathing suit, the tugging down of my shorts.

Give me strength to love me, Lord, as I am. And grit my teeth once more.

About the writer:
SD Craig has been a busy writer, recently opening two sites, GiggleWithMe.com and LovingYourCurves.com.  Please stop in soon and get on the newsletter/subscribe e-mail list.  Life’s experiences give her plenty to write about from her own wacky perspective and along with articles on body image (her biggest passion), she takes on marriage and male/female relationships, family and children, career issues, computers and the Internet, horses, baseball, raising kids and parents, movie reviews and writing tips.  A freelance writer with five columns, you can e-mail her at: sdcraig922@yahoo.com