The Food System Is Poison — And So Is the “Health” Industry That Pretends to Save You (The Cruel Irony of "Do No Harm")

I was 300 pounds. No guidebook. No guru. Just a body breaking down and a world of contradictions. I had to learn everything the hard way—trial, error, relapse, rebuild. I became a personal trainer and health coach not because I wanted to “get ripped,” but because I had to survive. And what I found behind the curtain of the fitness, supplement, and food industry was a carnival of snake oil—half-truths, quick fixes, and billion-dollar band-aids. Weight loss pills that burn nothing but hope. Protein powders with more fillers than food. Influencers selling meal plans they don’t even follow. And just like spirituality, the answer never came from a bottle or a bar—it came from within. It was never about what I put in my mouth. It was about why I was reaching for it. The void. The disconnection. The unresolved emotion. That’s the part no diet addresses. That’s the part they don’t profit from. Because there’s a reason you're eating what you’re eating. And until you get honest about that—nothing changes.

Two Appointments. Same Room. One Knows. One Trusts.
(The deep, gut-wrenching divide inside modern medicine)

INT. EXAM ROOM — BRIGHT LIGHTS, WHITE WALLS, COLD SURFACES.

A space designed for efficiency, not healing.
A room that hears hundreds of complaints a week, and gives out just as many prescriptions.
A room where people go looking for help—and walk out with silence in a bottle.
Twice this week, it hosted two very different visitors.

[PATIENT ONE — THE HEALTHY SEEKER]

He walks in calm, collected, breathing from the diaphragm. Clear eyes. Good posture. He doesn’t reek of fear or urgency—he radiates intention.

He sits on the table with a quiet strength, tracking every word, knowing the script he’s about to hear. Not because he’s psychic. Because he’s seen it before. Because it never changes.

DOCTOR (typing)
“Well, you’re in great shape. Labs look good overall. Your cholesterol’s a bit high, so let’s just watch that. I’d recommend cutting back on red meat and eggs. Maybe switch to egg whites.”

SEEKER (polite smile)
(Cholesterol “high”? According to 1970s guidelines built around bad studies, corporate funding, and a deep fear of fat. HDL’s fine. Triglycerides are low. Inflammation markers are great. This is not high cholesterol—it’s a healthy metabolism. As for red meat and eggs—they’re the most nutrient-dense, bioavailable sources of choline, B12, iron, and fat-soluble vitamins in existence. The brain needs cholesterol. The hormones require saturated fat. And egg yolks? They’re nature’s multivitamin.)
“Okay, I’ll take a look at that.”

DOCTOR
“For breakfast, you could try oatmeal. Maybe Greek yogurt—nonfat of course. Just keep it light.”

SEEKER
(So… blood-sugar-spiking oats with no protein or fat to blunt the insulin surge? And yogurt with all the nourishing cream stripped out, replaced by “fortified” synthetics to make the label look impressive? This isn’t food—it’s processed sludge in a clean disguise.)
“Sure, sounds easy.”

DOCTOR
“For cooking, stick to vegetable oils—canola, sunflower, those heart-healthy ones.”

SEEKER
(Heart-healthy? You mean chemically deodorized seed oils created with hexane solvents, originally developed for machine lubrication? You mean omega-6 bombs that oxidize at low heat, inflame every tissue they touch, and destabilize cell membranes? You mean the same oils that make up half the “food” in this country’s packaged aisles? Got it—“healthy.”)
“Yep, I’ve heard that.”

DOCTOR
“And no need to go overboard on supplements. You’re just peeing most of them out. The best nutrients come from food.”

SEEKER
(Except your food supply is mineral-depleted. Soil is exhausted. Produce is picked unripe, stored in gas chambers, then shipped across continents. Magnesium? Gone. Selenium? Low. K2? Not in your food unless you eat fermented natto or pastured liver. No one’s eating that. And you say supplements don’t work? What does your Lipitor do, then?)
“Right, I’ll keep things simple.”

DOCTOR
“You seem like the kind of guy who reads too much online. Don’t stress. Just follow the basics—balanced diet, avoid saturated fat, and don’t skip meals.”

SEEKER (internally exhaling)
(“Balanced” as in carbs on top of carbs with just enough lean protein to avoid collapse? “Avoid saturated fat” as if it’s poison and not the most stable fat in existence? “Don’t skip meals” because we’re still pretending fasting is dangerous?)
“Totally, Doc. Appreciate your time.”

He leaves with zero recommendations he’ll use—just confirmation that trusting his own research, body signals, and ancestral wisdom is still the better path. He’ll go home and cook his grass-fed ribeye in tallow, drink spring water with added trace minerals, and thank the divine he woke up in time.

[PATIENT TWO — THE SILENT SUFFERER]

She enters two days later.
Dragging her feet. Dark circles. Breath shallow. Her face holds a thousand symptoms and zero answers.

She hasn’t felt right in years. Bloated every day. Hair thinning. Foggy head. Crashes after every meal. No one knows what’s wrong.

She’s on three medications already. One for “anxiety.” One for “heartburn.” One for “sleep.” But the root cause? Never touched.

DOCTOR (without looking up)
“Still not sleeping? Let’s bump the SSRI, add something for blood pressure. And maybe get you on a statin—your cholesterol’s climbing.”

SUFFERER
“Is there anything I can do naturally? I’ve tried eating better, but I’m not sure what’s helping.”

DOCTOR
“Just eat clean. Whole grains, low-fat dairy, no red meat. Try not to skip breakfast. And avoid too many supplements—they can mess with things.”

(She nods. She’ll go home and eat “heart-healthy” cereal with skim milk. Wonder why her gut hurts. Why her mind is racing. Why her body doesn’t feel like her own. She won’t know it’s blood sugar crashes, mineral deficiencies, undiagnosed thyroid dysfunction, and silent inflammation from ultra-processed “healthy” foods.)

She won’t be told that magnesium could calm her nerves. That bone broth might heal her gut. That liver could restore her depleted iron stores. That walking in the sun barefoot might regulate her cortisol better than pills ever could.

She won’t hear the truth.

THE TRUTH THEY NEVER TELL

Because here's the thing—doctors aren’t nutritionists.
They get less than 20 hours of nutritional training in med school. Most of it sponsored by legacy food lobbies. The USDA. The American Heart Association. Groups funded by pharmaceutical and agricultural giants.

They are trained in pharmacology.
In billing codes.
In protocols, not personalization.
They’re taught what to prescribe, not what to remove.
They treat disease, not dysfunction.
They manage symptoms, not systems.

So when you ask about healing, and all you get is a food pyramid, a pill, and a pat on the back—it’s not because they’re evil.
It’s because the system trained them to treat you like a list of symptoms with a standard procedure.

And unless you know better—
You’ll leave with instructions that accelerate the very condition you came to escape.

Two appointments. One room. One lie repeated twice.

But only one patient saw through it.

And that difference—the one between trusting blindly and knowing deeply—
is the line between being owned by the system…
or walking out with your soul still intact.

Let’s not dance around it.
The food system is broken. Intentionally.
Not by accident. Not by ignorance. But by design.

It doesn’t nourish.
It doesn’t heal.
It doesn’t serve the human body.
It feeds the system that thrives off your sickness, confusion, and lifelong dependence.

The modern food supply is a calculated weapon. And the so-called “health” industry is its prettier twin—smiling, polished, organic-labeled, and just as complicit.

Your Plate Is a Profitable Lie

Start with this: your body wasn’t built for this.
This processed, lab-grown, pesticide-drenched, seed-oil-soaked, shelf-stable Frankenstein “food” isn’t food. It’s chemistry. And it’s engineered not for sustenance—but for shelf life, addiction, and scale.

Your fruit is sprayed.
Your meat is drugged.
Your grains are stripped, bleached, enriched, then loaded with preservatives to resemble nutrition.

You are eating instructions.
You are eating ideas.
You are eating substances that hijack your dopamine, dull your instincts, and train you to reach for what will keep you passive.

They don’t want you vibrant.
They want you manageable.

And Then Come the “Saviors”

They know you’re waking up.
They know you’re noticing the bloat, the fog, the fatigue, the inflammation, the autoimmunity, the rage without cause, the depression without source.

So they offer a solution.
A supplement.
A powder.
A proprietary blend.

Cue the influencers. The wellness gurus. The lab-coated product lines backed by “science.”
The gluten-free, sugar-free, non-GMO, adaptogenic, ancient superfood blend with 72 ingredients and a $97/month subscription.

But here’s the problem: they’re playing the same game.

Different language. Same lie.
You don’t know what’s actually in it.
You don’t know what’s been extracted, denatured, irradiated, chemically isolated, or synergistically canceled.
You don’t know what’s inside that “proprietary blend”—because they don’t have to tell you.

They hide behind flashy branding and buzzwords like “clinically backed,” “patented delivery,” “bioavailable,” “anti-aging,” “cellular health.”

Sounds smart.
Means nothing.

And the truth is, many of these so-called “health” products are just as processed, just as profit-motivated, and just as disconnected from real nourishment as the junk they’re claiming to save you from.

Real Health Isn’t Profitable

Think about it:
What happens to an empire built on sickness when people get well?

It collapses.

There is no incentive for any of these corporations—food, pharma, or wellness—to actually heal you.
Their model is built on recurring revenue, lifetime customers, chronic symptoms, and just enough hope to keep you reaching for the next bottle.

And real health?
It’s too cheap.
Too simple.
Too unsexy to sell at scale.

Sunlight.
Movement.
Minerals.
Clean water.
Sleep.
Whole foods in their actual form, not powdered and trademarked.
Mental stillness.
Community.
Honest, unfiltered self-awareness.

You can’t patent any of that.

So they bury it.
They distract you.
They complicate healing until you think you need 14-step protocols and $400 supplement stacks to feel whole.

You don’t.

Even the Science Is Bought

Let’s talk “evidence-based.”

Most nutritional science is funded by the food industry.
Most studies are rigged from the outset.
Variables are cherry-picked. Placebos are misleading. Doses are manipulated.
And results that don’t serve the agenda? They’re buried.
If the outcome can’t be sold, it doesn’t get published.

That’s not science.
That’s PR.

So no, I don’t trust your double-blind, placebo-controlled, peer-reviewed meta-analysis on why some lab-tested snack bar is “as good as vegetables.”
I trust results.
I trust people.
I trust what the body says when it’s finally fed what it was actually built to digest.

Here’s the Ugly Truth:

• You’re not tired because you’re getting older. You’re tired because you’re undernourished and overexposed.

• You’re not anxious just because of “trauma.” You’re anxious because your nervous system is inflamed and overstimulated.

• You’re not gaining weight because of genetics. You’re gaining weight because your food is laced with metabolic disruptors.

• You’re not foggy because you didn’t sleep enough. You’re foggy because you’re eating neurotoxins and calling it breakfast.

And no—another “biohacked adaptogenic mushroom tonic” isn’t going to fix it.

What To Do Instead

• Eat real food. Local. Organic. Simple. Not always “perfect,” but human.

• Stop buying products with ingredient lists longer than a sentence.

• Learn how your body actually works. How digestion really functions. How the gut talks to the brain.

• Stop outsourcing your health to influencers. They’re selling you polished versions of a broken system.

• Get outside. Move. Sweat. Unplug.

• Get honest about the food rituals you call “normal” that are actually numbing you.

• Learn what it feels like to be clear. To have energy without stimulation. To feel full without bloating.

• And if you must use supplements, use them as tools, not crutches.

Final Word: The System Feeds On Your Confusion

They keep you sick and call it fate.
They sell you poison and call it food.
They sell you “healing” and call it progress.
And then they sell you a solution to the problems they created.

It’s all one machine.

And until you unhook from it—fully, consciously, and with clarity—you’ll keep falling for the new version of the same scam.

You don’t need another product.
You need your sovereignty back.

And it starts with what’s on your plate.
Or more importantly… what’s not.

This Isn’t Healthcare. It’s Sick Care. And You’re the Product.

Let’s stop calling it “healthcare.”
What we have is a sickness maintenance industry—a trillion-dollar machine that makes money only when you stay unwell.

Your pain is profitable.
Your disease is someone’s bottom line.
Your prescription is a subscription—to lifelong dependency.

The system doesn’t care why you’re sick.
It doesn’t care what caused the inflammation, the gut dysfunction, the autoimmune response, the hormone crash, the anxiety, the cancer.
It doesn’t care that your food is toxic, your water is poisoned, your air is heavy with chemicals, your nervous system is overstimulated, your soul is starving.

It cares that you show up—at the pharmacy, the clinic, the lab, the imaging center, the billing desk.
It cares that you stay in the loop. That you keep playing your role: the confused, compliant, symptom-chasing patient.

Because that’s what the system is built for:
Not to cure. Not to empower.
But to manage.

Chronic illness is the new gold mine.
Autoimmune disorders, mystery syndromes, metabolic dysfunction, anxiety—they’re all skyrocketing.
And instead of asking why it’s happening, they give it a name, code it for billing, and write you a script.

One pill for the symptom.
Another to deal with the side effects of the first.
Another to stabilize the system they just disrupted.
Repeat forever.

That’s not medicine.
That’s a hostage situation.

Doctors Aren’t the Problem. The System Is.

Most doctors are trapped too.
They’re taught symptom suppression. Not root cause.
They’re trained to manage disease. Not create health.
They’re forced to see patients in 7-minute windows, rely on flawed testing, and hand out treatments approved by boards funded by pharmaceutical giants.

You walk in with a body screaming for help.
They plug your symptoms into a diagnostic algorithm, print a script, and send you on your way.
The cycle continues.
The root goes untouched.
The truth goes unexplored.

And you think this is normal?

You’re Not Broken. The System Is.

You were never supposed to be numb, tired, anxious, inflamed, bloated, foggy, dependent.
You’re not aging poorly—you’re being slowly poisoned.
And the worst part? They sell you the poison and then sell you the treatment for the damage it causes.
That’s the business model.

The same companies funding the “health” guidelines fund the drugs you’ll need when those guidelines wreck your metabolism.
The same food lobbyists pushing synthetic ingredients fund the research denying any link to illness.
The same chemical manufacturers that fill your food, water, and products with endocrine disruptors invest in cancer treatment companies.
It’s all connected.

This is not care.
This is containment.

The Exit Is Knowledge and Accountability

The only way out is to stop expecting the system to save you.

Start asking real questions.
Start studying your own body.
Start building your health like it’s your job. Because it is.
No doctor, no pill, no guru, no powder is coming to do it for you.

You are the healer now.
And when you realize that,
the whole game falls apart.

“First, do no harm.”
That’s the sacred oath. The foundation. The moral spine of medicine.
And yet—it’s the biggest joke in the entire industry.

Because the system that chants that line like scripture is built to harm you slowly. Quietly. Legally. Profitably.

Let’s call it what it is:
Institutionalized harm wearing a white coat and a smile.

They prescribe drugs with known side effects—because protocol says so.
They hand out pills for symptoms that come from food they never ask about, stress they never address, trauma they were never trained to see.
They radiate you, sedate you, cut you, and chemical you into compliance—then label it “care.”
They vaccinate newborns with 8 shots before they can speak, then call it prevention.
They normalize hormonal disruption, neurological damage, infertility, and lifelong dependency—because that’s just the “standard of care.”

And if you question any of it?
You’re “anti-science.”
You’re a risk to public health.
You’re a conspiracy theorist.

But the real conspiracy is this:
They’ve turned harm into habit, and oath into slogan.

No one’s accountable.
The FDA approves it.
The doctor follows it.
The insurer covers it.
The pharmacist dispenses it.

And you? You suffer the outcome.
You get the diagnosis.
You pay the bill.
You lose your vitality—but they gain a customer for life.

Do no harm?

Tell that to the child with autoimmune disease from food that was “generally recognized as safe.”
Tell that to the mother chemically sterilized by endocrine-disrupting cosmetics and “approved” treatments.
Tell that to the man on five meds who never once had a conversation about fasting, minerals, sunlight, or emotional health.
Tell that to the millions drugged, numbed, amputated, and radiated with no thought of why their body broke down in the first place.

“Do no harm” is not just ironic.
It’s hypocrisy, weaponized.

Because what they don’t tell you is that the oath was never sworn to you.
It was sworn to the system that licensed them.

And in that system,
your pain is a product.
Your silence is compliance.
And harm… is just good business.