Apple Cider Vinegar for Health – Book vs Internet

You might think that a book like Apple Cider Vinegar for Health by Britt Brandon, CFNS, CPT is almost “silly” to spend money on… given that we can get all the info we need from the internet.

Am I right, or am I right?

WRONG!

But as usual, I’m getting ahead of myself.

First, let’s do a little housekeeping: Because I know you’ll want to know (I sure did!) CFNS & CPT mean Certified Fitness Nutrition Specialist and Certified Personal Trainer. Click HERE for more info.

That done, let’s jump in…

It will not surprise you to know I’ve been thinking about this whole internet-thingy for a few months. I wrote about leaving Instagram a week or so ago and I’ve been eyeing my Facebook account, too. <<< Jury is still out on that one. <mumble, mumble>

While I thought that being absolutely e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. was important to my online presence (footprint, whatever it’s being called these days)…

…e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. wasn’t bringing eyeballs to my blog.

So, I was spending time on sites that were (are) doing nothing for me. (i.e. For no reason at all.) And time, my dear friends, is precious. I’m feeling it so acutely lately. (Yeah, whole ‘nuther blog post for another time.)

So, there’s that.

The internet is awesome! (Literally! I can remember the first time a co-worker printed something on the printer in my lab at the college from across campus. I was blown away!). Don’t get me wrong. I benefit from it every day!

But it’s also taken the place of human interaction, as we know… some good (for shut-ins, for example) and some NOT so good (you can’t EVEN walk into a business with a resume and talk your way in – not even McDonalds. Walk in and they’ll tell you to go home and apply online – BTDT).

It’s infuriating!

Of course, there’s the information you can find online about anything. Like about apple cider vinegar. <<< If you click the link, you’ll see 37,100,000 results.

And for funsies…

Google your name and you’ll find stuff you didn’t want to know, like how you’re still connected to your deceased ex-husband, your daughter’s ex-husband who cheated on her and married the other woman (and you’re connected to her, too), some lady with the same name, kinda (she’s Cheryl with a C and I’m Sheryl with an S. My photo is attached to her LinkedIn profile. WTH?) and all sorts of other sundry people and places.

Like I say… more than I wanted to know.

There are also a half-dozen (or more) new social media apps that kids are using, gamers are using, pedophiles are using, and basically any-and-all manner of regular folks and creepers are using. It’s a hey-day on the nets!

Absolutely everyone’s on line. Even if they don’t wanna be! For example, my oldest daughter is not online. No social media. Doesn’t have a cell phone. I know a few people like her. So, I looked up her name. Oh, she’s online! Connected to many of the same people I am, like the other woman who crashed her marriage.

My girl didn’t put herself online but someone did. Someone’s job is to find every living person and make sure they’re online.

Or dead, like Find-A-Grave. Some guy named Robert Pope took a photo of my grandparent’s graves. Who is he? Who knows? Some guy that got paid to take photos of every grave in Forest Lawn? Probably.

Anything. Everything. Everyone. Online.

And yet, I hold in my hand a little book of “100 Amazing and Unexpected Uses for Apple Cider Vinegar” and realize… yeah… I only need a hundred right now. I don’t need a million-billion or even a thousand, as if I could remember them, anyway.

I’ll read the book – in fact, I have already – and remember that it helps varicose veins (because I have them) and reduces swelling (because I have lipedema) and diet (because I’m on one) and maybe nothing else… right now. But when I wonder about something, I’ll pick it up again.

I love that about books.

I’ll go back to this little book with 128 pages, recipes and tinctures… again-and-again… because I can, without having to turn on my computer.

Why?

Because…

Books are tangible … and real … in a world that sometimes feels anything-but.