Excuse my language.

I’m tired of flax.  Seeds, oil, meal…any kind of flax.

I’m tired of reading about it, hearing about it, sprinkling it and baking with it.

It’s horrid stuff and I don’t care if I live an extra month or two because I dribbled flax oil on my yogurt (a very bad idea) or into my salad (another very bad idea) when I was 60.

Did you know how quickly it turns rancid?  I do.

Have you ever made a 10″ x 15″ pan of blueberry-almond gluten-free, sugar-free, fat-free protein bars unknowingly using rancid flax meal?  I have.

Do you know what flax (rancid or not) does to your digestive system?  I do.

I may never recover.

So flax off, all of you tv doctors and nutritionists and authors of bestselling weight-loss books.  Spread your flax advice elsewhere.

And may all of you who continue to eat flax live a long life.  I’m sure those nursing home bathroom facilities are lovely.