When it comes to generic medications, most people usually view them as low grade alternatives that are intended only for the impoverished. Sadly, this is somewhat true for a lot of generic medications as some manufacturers try to cut cost on certain aspects of their generic products so as to increase or better their profits. However, this is not always the case with generic medications. Personally, when it comes to generic medicines, I try to see if the effect of the drug is visible or not, even if the result is only noticeable after a few months. Take for instance finasteride generic, the generic form of the hair loss treatment drug Propecia.
Finasteride generic is actually the best alternative to the drug Propecia for those who are looking to save money. Let’s make it clear, finasteride generic is not for the impoverished, but for those that want to save money. Since this form of hair loss treatment needs to be taken on a daily basis and continuously throughout, it can really cost the user a lot of money if he continuously take the branded medication. Fortunately, generic treatment drugs like finasteride generic exists that have virtually the same effect as its branded cousin. Basically, finasteride generic are equally as effective as Propecia.
Propecia is a hair loss treatment drug that was developed and released by Merck. However, when their royalty over the drug has expired, it allowed generic drug manufacturers to reproduce the drug. For this reason, finasteride generic is made using the exact same ingredients that Merck uses to produce their male pattern baldness treatment drug, Propecia. Perhaps the only differences that finasteride generic has over its branded cousin are the manufacturing process and quality assurance. Nevertheless, finasteride generic is simply as effective as Propecia. Read more…
¼ cup cherry or grape tomatoes, sliced
1 small zucchini, sliced thin lengthwise
2 tablespoons goat cheese
2 pieces WASA Hearty Rye (may substitute any WASA variety)
Sauté zucchini in a non-stick skillet until soft and golden in color.
Spread 1 tablespoon goat cheese on each crispbread.
Top with sliced tomatoes and layer zucchini on top.
TIP: Substitute eggplant or yellow squash for zucchini.
Prep time: 5 minutes
Nutritional Value Per Serving
On my way to yoga class, I’m not sure which way to go. The road splits, and my instinct says left but Mapquest says right. I ignore my gut and follow the computer’s instructions.
Turing around in the greater Washington DC area is nearly impossible. One road leads to a twisted mass of other roads and within 10 minutes I’ve crossed three borders, hitting Maryland, Washington DC, and Virginia. There are cars everywhere. Jammed along the freeway. Weaving in front of me as they merge. And my mind races with them.
In my head I’m caught up in the emotional turmoil of living in a new city. I want to move back to our original home in California where I know the streets like the back of my hand and can walk to yoga class. The clock is inching forward. By the time I figure out where I am it’s too late. I’ve missed the class.
I’m waiting at a stop sign when a woman in a minivan bumps the rear of my car.
“Argh!” I yell (okay technically I yell a cuss word, but this is a G-rated blog).
As I pull over into a parking lot my instinct says stop and breathe. This time I listen. Just because I’m not in yoga class doesn’t mean I can’t practice yoga. I have my body, mind, and soul right here in the car with me — I don’t need a mat, a blanket, or the wood floor of a studio.
In inhale deeply and lengthen my spine. I meditate on my breath and seek inner stillness. By the time I step out of the car I feel a hundred times better. The woman in the minivan is apologetic and wants to make sure I’m okay and my car’s okay.
There is only a small scrape on the back bumper.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “This car is 10 years old.”
We wave goodbye to each other and drive our separate ways. On the way home I continue to practice my breathing. My blue mat is still rolled up on the passenger’s seat. And the roads are still packed with cars and noisy construction and confusing twisting turns. But inside, I’m slowly finding silence.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Hmm. I guess I was thinking that I had a few free hours, so why not sketch out a menu for the week and stock up with ingredients at the grocery store? Off I went – the Sunday afternoon of Labor Day weekend – and as soon as I walked in the door I realized my mistake.
What a zoo.
I tried to practice my yoga breaths as carts jammed the aisles and children blocked my path as they played handheld video games in front of the eggs while their parents taste-tested the artichoke dip. I tried to remember I had just come from church and I should be patient and kind and gentle and not cave into my mounting frustration. Breathe. Breathe. BREATHE!
I do not do well in crowds.
The trick to grocery shopping (at least the one I go to in my town) is to hit the store early Monday morning. It’s empty and open and I can take my time reviewing my list and making sure I have everything I need for the week. When I had an office job with less flexible hours, I’d go to the store late at night. I’d have to step around boxes of fresh shipments, but it was better than being piled in an enclosed space with too many people. My goal is to get away from stores almost entirely – next season I’m signing up for a CSA subscription. And I’m continuing to explore year-round farmers’ markets (for some reason crowds don’t bother me as much when I’m outside) and buying local food through other direct methods. But I’m in transition, so for awhile I’ll be heading to the store at least once a week. On Monday mornings.