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3 cats, 1 home, and 6 years later

 

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6 years – 1.10,2010

6 years. Does that mean I’m not a newlywed anymore?  Guys, I’ve been to hell and back, which is unfortunate for me because heat is just as inflammatory, if not more, than ever.

It’s been eons since I wrote on here or had the willpower and/or desire to.  I lived in other homes for some time, and during part of that stint, I took care of even sicker people for a while.  Adrenaline kept me going until it didn’t, and then I ended up in a great job in natural health care, and then I quit that job cause it was killing me.

I’ve learned a lot since then, older and wiser, and crows feet and grey henna’d hair to prove it.  Gluten free, paleo, and all those progressive diets I was always getting a step ahead of before the crowd have all become POP culture. I’ve had horrible cases of fatigue and depression and some really exuberant highs from treatments that work for 2-4 weeks and then turn on me.  Adding to my roster of mysterious autoimmune symptoms (which blood work confirms is still active, alive and well), but the medical world still finds too vague to diagnosed properly), is now two bulging cervical discs and probably some low blood sugar issues.  I don’t even like the word bulge. Ew. Or Lupus.  So gross.

Since I last wrote, Obamacare happened. Big ha.  The push to kill off the middle class genetic slop that has survived in America.  So, no health care coverage here.

However, I am the happiest I have ever been.  My 3 cats keep my immune system active and fighting for something.  Husband is supporting my homemaking for the time being, supporting the end of full time work, so that I can have a healthier life. Happy wife, happy life.  I no longer stick to any form of eating system because frankly they all drive me crazy.  The zealots that emerged after me are fun to make fun of too.   I do the best that I can to eat anti-inflammatory and brace myself when I don’t.  I do not blatantly cheat or get lazy, I just don’t get all psycho if I had no gluten free starch available and bit on a GMO bagel.  Screw the acidity factor, I’m addicted to coffee.  I needed the vice.  I balance it with nopal which I still drink.  With the support of so many loved ones, we managed to cram us into a humble little home, I hope to find a modest and stress free part time job, and I try to nurture relationships which is the essence of life.

In the chiropractor’s office where I worked, I saw too many women my age diagnosed with some form of autoimmune.  Unfortunate as it was, I realized I am not alone and that everyone is trying the best that they can.  One lady with lupus and sjogren’s syndrome (which I found myself wishing I had it so I can have the damn diagnosis and be done with it), she willingly gave up coffee for 6 months, to get blood work done, to prove it didn’t impact her health one way or another, so she can keep her precious vice.  I cannot tell you how much validation this gave me.  Not only in that it’s hard to give up some parts of you, but in that the fight is not just in our heads. It’s for real, meng.

Now when we go out in crowd’s and friends ask where we want to eat, I don’t feel the heat of the spotlight.  Before I have to raise my mousy voice about gluten and nightshades…someone else is proudly defending their right to also pick a restaurant cause they want to know the farm where their cow came from and how grain free their sauce really is.  All us cripples are slowly being empowered.  What a sad thing, no? That everyone has to be careful about what they eat now.  But what a wonderful thing, that people finally care!

I still must take many supplements.  Some are religious, and some are until I grow intolerant and find the next panacea.

I continue to recommend Vitacost products.  Working at the health center I worked for, I found other products that save my life on the daily, and I will recommend those too. Some found online, some only available at the doctor’s office.

To whoever has bought supplements with the Vitacost link I provide. Bless you a million times with 1,000 kittens.  Because I still blow all my money on the highest quality possible of food I can afford.  (Even though sometimes it’s still Goya products..shudder). You have allowed me for one more day to fight pain!

Religiously taken:

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Omega EFA – For what I can afford, this is the best deal. And I wait for the Buy 1 get 50%.  I share the other with Husband or I’d just be selfish now wouldn’t I?  We don’t need any more Omega 6 than Merica provides, so this one focuses on what we lack. It’s sourced from small fish so I like this one. The bigger fish can tend to be more cancer causing, as well as Omegas should be taken with vitamins called co-factors such as Vitamin E and other antioxidants to absorb the product properly and prevent that cancer causing step.  I take my co-factors in other supplements or foods.  Where this fish comes from, I don’t know.  You can probably ask Vitacost if you must know (and some must). It’s pricey to buy fish from which you know where it was born. Each must chose what they can do.  It does contain soy, but I avoid soy in all my other foods as much as possible and this is a product that fights inflammation, so I’d rather take this than not at all.  Everyone in the world needs to take this, especially if you have chronic pains.  I hate spending money on it, but it must be done.  And yes, it does help.  I always forget it does, until I stop taking it.

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Vitamin D3 – I honestly couldn’t begin to tell you why this is essential without pulling out my notes and binder. At some point the knowledge I haveby way of osmosis.  Because my joints will only last about 45 minutes in front of this screen, I would rather look into it again on a different occasion. But all I know is women need this, women of a certain age need it more, and it is essential for the chronics.  I have been advised my a nutrition doctor to take up to 10,000 a day during my worst spells.  This is an inexpensive form of it.  A higher quality, but hard to find is Apex Liqua D K-87.  I have never seen it online. It’s a good price for the quantity, but all I know is that you need to find a doctor that provides it.  My chiropractor has it in stock.

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Cornsilk – For the water retention.  It helps keep the swelling down.  It helps my remove toxins since my body loves them so much it just wants to hold on to them and never let go.  The tea form is better way to take it in and also a great deal on vitacost, but I have so many little details to my regimens that popping the herb is much easier.

So there you have it.  I’m alive. I’m happy. The struggle is real.  The determination to stay strong and at peace is also real and currently being achieved (if I avoid that 3rd cup of joe).  If I think of any more products I can suggest for the hurting, I certainly will.  And hopefully I will have time to write again before I get another job or get stuck on Hulu.  And even more hopefully, it will be about healthy, but really delicious, foods! Oh yea.

Love,

Shadle

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Blame Monsanto!

So much I want to share, so little time. My bio page remains about the same. Still having to work a full-time I can barely handle, still the same food sensitivities and health issues, still trying to keep it together. Still going strong baby. The history of this blog proves that I have been through many ups and downs and epiphanies, a few dead-end doctor visits, and two successful treatments based on the concepts of Traditional Chinese medicine, our meridians (energy lines) and the balancing of our chi.  It is clear autoimmune can either control you, or you control it. There is no middle ground. You have to be on the defensive toward everything surrounding you and offensively send healing agents to your body. Ignorance leads nowhere and most people who improve their quality of lives research and work hard at changing their lifestyles. I’ve read many Lupus and other autoimmune sufferers who pop their precious pills, but continue their same routines, injecting themselves with harmful poisons, and eating the same faux-foods in the center-isles of supermarket. I truly believe some don’t know better and don’t know how to find out where to possibly begin a positive healing change, but dammit, if I had a disease that kills you slowly through inflammation -and I do- I’d be damned if I didn’t scour the whole Earth (and internet) for the answer. I’d try every pill and snake oil, and tree juice, and miracle diet I ever heard of and non stop until I felt relief. And that’s what I’ve done. I know what works, and it’s exhausting at times, and it’s done a 180 from what I expected life to be, but I’m proud of what I have achieved without making the pharma doctors in this corrupt society rich.

Today in particular I feel incredibly rough because I’m been moving a lot of toxins, the latest adaptation of my revelatory  research about diet. Oh yea… and it’s shark week, which I get incredibly hard when I’ve been mistreating my body.  Part of my healing pattern has been:

Feel like crap: Detox.

Feel great after detox: eat like crap again.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Stress, time, money brings out our vulnerabilities, exhausts our mind and soul, and resistant to this new lifestyle can lead to the junkie cycle.  I’ve admitted this before, it’s was just hard for me to believe that a tomato can attack your immune system.  That something so natural like wheat from the earth can microscopically ravish your intestine.  So when I felt better, I thought I was magically healed. But no, Monsanto has made sure this monster gets nastier with every new generation and it seems the pain comes back with a vengeance. And I went through another period of severe inflammation where I couldn’t eat a thing without doubling over, pins and needles and twitching and hair loss and dry eyes and skin and swelling and freezing all over my limbs and organs.

What I found, I’ve mentioned before, but more detailed and scientifically analyzed, was something like the paleo diet.  Something beyond the Paleo diet.  It’s been three years, maybe four, since my half-assed diagnosis and now there is plenty on information on the AUTOIMMUNE DIET. Also, this nasty thing called Leaky Gut Syndrome which I always always suspected, but steered clear of self-diagnosis because the name is icky.

Point is…if you have Lupus, Fibromyalgia, Chronic Fatigue, Depression, blah blah blah… you will continue to get sick unless you clean up your diet.  This is tough love you cripples! Whatever you are putting in your bodies, through food, environment, and associations will either heal you or makes you sick. It’ll leave into your bloodstream and be toxic, or it will be properly metabolized and put out the fire in your joints, muscles, organs, and hearts.  So the scared-straight truth…if you need to go on a diet. Not just go on a diet, but freakin change your lifestyle. No more cheating (like I always did), no more drinking, no more Mrs. But I’ve earned a cupcake.

I do believe quality of life involved being able to eat fabulous foods and get a good buzz every once in a while, but not if you’ve been hit with the Cripple Stick. What about those poor kids who are allergic to strawberries? Should they have strawberry milk once in a while because they need to enjoy their childhood? NO! Unless you like stabbing children with Epi-pens. Wanna try my cyanide pie? It’s only an invisible little trace! I thought not! Same thing goes for those who have food intolerances that find the weakest organ in your body and attack it to death when a grain cookie is introduced. God put bananas on this earth for you to enjoy too. So find a new enjoyment! Unless you are allergic to bananas…then I’m really sorry for you.

I gave up on my vegan and raw food eating, because I found eating raw doesn’t help all bodies, especially if you have a Damp Heat disease which stirs up phlegm and a nasty bacterial environment in your stomach.  I found veganism doesn’t work, because I can’t have any grains and veggies and fruits alone won’t cut it since I cannot stay at home all day and prep food. Whole food and fruits it is, and guess what… animal meat. I know, I know… I really don’t even like the THOUGHT of chewing on a poor cow. But I do need to stay alive, and nourished, and therefore I will spend all my rent leftover on happy massaged cows that ate grass pancakes for breakfast.  None of that gross factory-crammed, hormone-injected, arsenic-laced, pink slime, sausage surprise.

I’m not saying you should do my diet. Everyone’s genetic expression will do different things with your body type. But this is for sure, processed foods, sugar, and hormones, will cause inflammation. Inflammation is the root of disease, and even more so if your genes decided to stop sending messages to your red blood cells the right GPS maps of where to attack. Protect your body, love your tissue, defend your energies.  Eat. Effin. Healthy.

I will not explain to you why the Autoimmune Diet is best for anyone with chronic issues, you can read it yourself. Do the work. Has to do with Gluten, Lectins – the New Gluten, natural toxins, Leaky Gut Syndrome….and GMOS. Here is your homework:

What is AIP? Autoimmune Protocol

GMOs cause Gluten Disorders, Auto-immune and Neurological Diseases

The Whole30 Progam

Lectin Intolerance – Hint: in all the top 10 most allergic foods in US. Especially since the dawn of GMOs.

A slew of books on Autoimmune Recipes

Guys, food is our fuel. Fuel is energy. Energy is a life force.  Fuel your body lovingly, don’t cram in there entrees that look innocuous but will break you down. Your pain will subside, you will have energy again, your brain fog will dissipate, you will poop like a champ, your cellulite will go away (got rid of mine for the second time and this time I’m keeping it that way), your feet won’t be swollen, and you’ll start to crave tight hugs all over again.

It is hard to change so many drastic things. Just a few days ago, when I realized I was intolerant (not allergic) to all these yummy toxic foods, I bawled my eyes out. Straight up breakdown for the world to see. I mourned my black beans and rice, I mourned cake and cookies, I even mourned my GF diet which allowed for dairy and rice flour cakes….I MOURNED MY CURRENT IDENTITY WITH FOOD because I knew the only way to get back to myself was to eat like a freaking caveman, maybe even stricter. And two weeks after dropping (almost everything), including coffee and over the counter medicines, after a zombie-like detox curing crisis, I laugh and smile a lot more, I remember more things, I have more space for love and joy. I’m busy as hell in the kitchen, it’s my new party floor, and my social life has to come to me or its out the door, but I’m healing again. Screw all my so-called friends that only wanted a drinking buddy, screw everyone who gets bummed out by MY restricted diet and therefore pushed me aside.  Screw all those that can’t stand to see you lose weight or hear that you have to go home because you desperately need rest. Screw them all. Join my ranting blog and find out all the stuff you CAN eat once you stop craving crap foods that you puffy and constipated!!!

p.s. I am not a doctor or a professional ..obviously..and you must take a health course best for you. What works for me may not work for you, but I do recommend you try this if nothing else has brought your life quality up at least 50%. I may struggle with health, but if it weren’t for a strict anti-inflammatory diet, I’d be a steroid-having couch potato. So please at the least, learn what is happening to your body and why. Fight for your health.

p.p.s My current healing status is not solely based on diet, it is holistic. Please discover acupuncture and the balancing of the elements we are composed of. Medicine can help. Whether you decide on conventional or eastern or witch doctor medicine, do ravenously research what and why you are entering into your body and your life. Include calming moderate exercises, a spiritual connection, and positive friends and support. 

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while the cat* is away…

…the mouse* will:

  • eat red onions.  The cat won’t go near me if I enjoy a Greek wrap in his presence.
  • wear skimpy clothes.  Ironic, you may think. But this is the only time I control the AC.  Tropical weather it is! He wants to see skin, he can relinquish the power of the thermostat. Otherwise, it’s, unapologetically, Eskimo lounge wear when he’s in town.
  • follow sequences.  Uninterrupted. It’s like cat who wraps around you and meows and sits on your book and when you finally divert your full attention to him and exclaim “what!”, it just purrs. Possibly laughing at you.
  • blare folk, brit-pop, alternative, indie, world, all those genres of music that don’t have humans shredding their vocal cords or bopping into a shamanic schizophrenic trance.
  • make all vegan meals! He is special. He will eat my vegan meals, but then will want one every hour because his body metabolizes plants faster than teens go through mood swings.  And who gets to be in the kitchen all night?
  • not cook.
  • read. I just can’t read when he’s here unless he’s next to me in bed reading. And let’s be real, his print of preferences are import car magazines with lots of pictures.
  • watch TV.  If he’s in the main house level, I have to pause my shows until he climbs downstairs or he gets stuck in a televised reality and has to stand there – not sit, stand – and watch with his mouth open, begging for me to release him.
  • clean the floor and keep it that way. And door handles.
  • do yoga. Try doing yoga when a man is thundering about the house, wondering where this is, and where that might be, and “whoa, i’d downward dog you” comments. Not very chi. Not even a little bit.

My point to this entry is to give you this…..do it.  When you’re alone, when it rains outside, when you’ve had a long day, when you need to skip the gym, when you miss your husband.  My favorite:

*Cat = Husband

*Mouse = Wife

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Lupus No More, and the secret of maintenance

I’m not gonna lie. The title is shamelessly pretentious simply to generate readers.  There is no known cure to lupus, and as far as my Chinese Traditional Medicine diagnosis goes, it’s not even considered lupus.  Only Western docs would say that.

It’s been 3 years. I’m getting healthier. It started at a turtle pace, but it’s progressed to a snail on Red Bull.  Acupuncture was given to me by the Gods, and I’ve been steady for one month at the gym, the haven that used to be my second home. Don’t get me wrong… it’s exhausting.  It’s a delicate balance that this (this being me) delicate porcelain doll lives in.  I have no life. I have no money. I have no time. This is what it takes to maintain my sanity and health.  But it’s what I sacrifice to be active, fit, well fed, and looking like a girl. Somewhat.  Some days it comes down to the decision whether to have a friend or do a few leg presses, the cost of a pretty necklace or organic celery, stealing a nap or making a green juice, comfortable old lady shoes or normal vixen heels, a midnight cookie snack or a starving belly, a surrender at Taco Bell or making my own 60 minute fast food versions.  But I balance these things to keep me in motion. I used to have 80/20 days. 80% bad, 20% tolerable.  I’m probably at 50/50 if not better. Whaaaat?

The secret is blood flow.  The lifeforce, the chi, the unblocking and purification from this polluted and suffocating environment that is America and other mass consumer countries.

What I’m saying is, if you have been suffering with lupus or another chronic autoimmune disease, chronic fatigue, find a local barefoot acupuncturist that has feng shui’d her office, has a babbling fountain and plays plinkety-plankety music, and start paying her regular visits and buying her silly knick-knacks of grateful praise every few months.  Please. One year later, and bam…you’ll be a human again.  Granted, it takes some endurance and faith, but it’s either that or staying in pain and misery without progress.

So, here are the few things I need for the daily ying and yang.  Some are bargains, some are expensive, but they will smother us with benefits not afforded without search, trial, and error. I cannot express how much I value these things, not only because they sustain me, but because there are so few opportunities in this greed-saturated consumerist world, that quality has been stripped of the things we eat, live, and breathe.  I’ve always been seeking nature and truth, but had I not become gravely ill due to this man-forsaken environment, would I have studied and practice the depths of what it means to nourish a soul?

Youfit Health Club – the Gym. Oh my gym.  For $10 a month, $30 a year, and month-to-month contract, I had no choice but to sign up. Even if I only went for the smell of socks and stale sweat! I thought I would only survive one shameful visit a month, because all the other health programs I’ve tried at home have not challenged me, while at the same time circumventing all the limitations of my disease.  I went once last month, and haven’t stopped since.  I slowly, oh so carefully, built up strength and endurance.  And now I do everything I can not to kiss the dirty mats when I walk in.  I want to talk to every older and overweight person and say, “Yes, I know it’s hard, but here we are! We can do this!” I am overcome with my second chance to be athletic once more! Even if I never get back to the marathoner and weight lifter I hoped to be, you will find me at the gym with all the joint-friendly weight and cardio machines, awkwardly trying to adjust the seating to midget size with a deranged smile of ecstasy while I pump some muscle. I recommend this to everyone, and their mom! …. P.S. Same owner as Planet Fitness in other states.

Latex Stretch Bands – After my whole spiel about being fit, I have no choice but to proclaim the paramount emphasis of stretching. I learned the hard way, after years of boasting I was a supernatural freak of nature and required no stretching.  Everyone needs to do it. Even Michael Phelps. Especially  Michael Phelps.  Because if you want to, not only prevent from injury, but increase blood flow to wonderfully sore muscles just waiting to juice up, you need to invite the blood there.  And for all the twisting, contorting, and yoga-ish moves I tried to alleviate all the messed up joints and inflamed muscles and misplaced fascia..nothing has taken my healing and re-boning, if you will, like these little bands.  I tied them up to something sturdy and just hang there (in a proper position taught my manuals and youtube).  Like I said, it’s high maintenance if you have poor health and bloodflow. You need to help it.  I spend more time than I’d like doing this, but afterward I feel like Mr. Stretch.  Doesn’t hurt in the whoopie department either. Wink, wink.

   

Charlie’s Laundry Soap and Hardwater Booster – Godsent! Non-toxic, allergen free, and purer and cleaner than anything you can find at a frickin Target or Walmart.  These are two products I’m mentioning.  I bought both, highly skeptical of anything new and expecting new fun reactions to blindly and newly approved FDA chemicals tested on baby fetuses.  One hand ready to call and complain to the company, I can’t believe I haven’t ever heard of this before.  My clothes came out cleaner and softer than ever, and I have been able to stop paying exorbitant prices for natural dryer sheets (that were still essentially chemical poo storms)!  It makes me want to do the laundry every day. And I don’t say that lightly, but with severe reverence.  I didn’t realize that even this chlorinated, sulfuric city water was not only harsh on my skin and senses, but my clothing that just looked dingy. Husband’s work clothes would never feel clean, especially in the summer.  And he’s not thaaaat stinky. So, please please please, if you need more pure and less itchy and chemically in your life, in your kid’s life….go buy. www.vitacost.com has great prices. Now! I’ll write you a check. (Link for a coupon on the left panel of blog.)

They make six products…I aim to try the rest at some point.

Dandelion Tea – Any brand, anywhere you wanna get it.  Obviously, the more natural, the better.  It’s a natural caffeine-free stimulant, specially recommended if you’re having trouble dropping coffee (points to self violently!).  It’s flushes excess toxins out, clearing the liver quite a bit.  It’s a diuretic tea, great for someone with interstitial cystitis who loves to retain water sloshing around my spongy body.  Even though it’s not much of a problem anymore, it’s not yet a perfect science and this is great maintenance.  And flat belly mornings…all day long! Till I carbo load.

BCAA and Glutamine – Where has this been all my life? I scold myself for not learning enough about this during my training days. All I knew was protein, protein protein.  That was quite a damper when all the processed cancer-hugging whey and soy isolates started accumulating in my liver and hurting my brain! Branch Chain Amino Acids and Glutamine helps muscle recovery  and other stuff, and optimize weight loss through muscle preservation.  Do your own research. The point is, not only does it help with my slow and sluggish healing abilities, it has helped me reduce pain!  All the strange muscle pains I would get, even if I don’t work out.  It feels like an energy boost in the mornings.  I’ve never known exactly to what it’s due, but my metabolism surely went backwards quite a bit, and just digesting food was an ordeal.  Slow digesting food leads to putrification in the gut, toxin release, therefore even more muscle and nerve pain.  But if your muscles are functioning well, the stomach can focus on its own job and let the muscles focus on their healing.  And did I mention it helps weight loss? Of course, you have to workout to truly see some benefits.  Otherwise, you can just lower your standards settle for feeling them. I could go on, but I’m starting to be summoned by the arms of Morpheus, so I must hurry.

Ahava Oil Drying Mist – In searching this link for you, I have just ruffled my own feathers, realizing I paid waaaay too much for mine.  Good for you.  Anyway, what the heck is it??? It must be from Narnia or some magical land!!!! O.M.G. All I know is, almost everyone has some kind of allergy.  If you’re young and don’t have them…wait for it… Once I lost my immune system, even though its decently restored, I have noticed when I wear my favorite perfumes (including the amazing BVLGARI my husband bought me for my anniversary to commemorate the honeymoon), I will end up crying a fit and blaming you or anyone in the surrounding 3 feet for ruining my life.  I lose it, I cry, I get headaches, I get disoriented.  I might as well get tanked of some Ketel.  I’ve been about 2 years not wearing perfume, feeling bad that my husband has to smell my natural muskiness.  No sexy woman to pass him by and leave the lingering allure of my Spanish scent (that could go many ways)… just today I found this.  I save my pennies I promise you, so that I may make my expensive vegan/gluten-free desserts with ingredients exporting from far lands and soy free chocolate chips! I do hound over my monies.  But I need to smell better. Way better. And this, is heavenly, and not only is it heavenly…it doesn’t make me homicidal   And not only that, it’s soooo fricking healthy. In the sense that it’s made from sea plants, or algea or something.  Sounds gross? Well, I put it on my face and hair…and moved on.  Later I absently-minded grazed my cheek and about had an affair with my 19-year old self.  I have not had skin like this since over a decade.  It glowed like the Sun’s divine rays! I was Narcissus himself.  The cats had to step out.  Lucky for you I found it for about $15 less. Grumble grumble.

The uplifting scent of Mandarin and Cedarwood rejuvenates the senses as it provides a skin-friendly boost of vitamins and minerals.

If that caption is not a selling point, than I don’t know what is.

My friends, I want to share so much more with you but part of the balancing act is going to sleep at a reasonable hour.  I’ll continue to share my fun finds, freak outs, and moments of serenity.  And most likely….some endorphin highs.

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Run.

For the first time in three years, I ran. Just now.  I’m still slightly dewy from the little baby sweat I broke.  I’ve slowly been incorporating a plank here, a push up there, a 5 pounder whenever it feels safe.  I went outside for a light walk for some wellness.  My knees and back have been sore and swollen from pushing through warning signs my body gave me during a strength training workout.  Nothing like a little circulation to ease the pain of inflammation.  In contrast to five years ago, where two minutes of walking was a sight for the sad deterioration of a young girl, my chi flows properly now and allows the healing of muscles and aches.  So, I thought I’d heal myself a bit.

Ten minutes in, without a proper sports bra, my running shorts, and while wearing dorky glasses, I didn’t give it a second thought and found myself moving quite fast and heavy.  It felt so good to put weight on my bones (I can’t lift heavy like I used to, but this seemed to be working).  It felt strange and so comfortable at the same time to have my heart beating fast while breathing steadily.  I felt my butt and hams and quads tight, my back strong.  Well, the shins and ankles were not what they were, but they accepted the challenge.  Carefully, at the first reminder of my old arthritic wounds, I receded back into a brisk walk and waited a few minutes between a jog.  But now I know that I’m back.  I could burst into a waterfall of tears right now.  Six months ago I was looking into disability and now, in less than 15 minutes I found the confidence to entertain the idea of running a 5k again, as I originally intended a few years ago before I was diagnosed with Lupus.

Thank you acupuncture.  Thank you Chinese Medicine.  Thank you God.

The body is marvelously made to heal itself.  When we stop taking medications that kill a symptom dead in its track without every consulting with the organ that stemmed the imbalance to begin with, and give it a fruit, vegetable, or herb that brings blood and life to our ailing body, we are capable of reversing the aging process.  My body still aged quite a bit with my illness and I’m sure it’ll always require mindful maintenance and consideration.  Mortality will still call me out if I don’t listen to my body and push too hard.  But it’s been very appreciative of the internal care I’ve spent blood and tears on.  Now I can sweat a little bit.

www.livingharmonytampa.com

This is the Healing Center that saved my life, in case you live near Tampa and deal with chronic anything, despite what doctors have told you.  I was skeptical too.

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Raw Brownie Rabbit Poops

Raw Brownie Bites

Raw Brownie Bites from Rabbit Food For My Bunny Teeth, click for link and blog.

Tried these at home during a sudden violent craving.  I was determined to stick to the diet and succeeded with this recipe. I had all the ingredients at home, and I sure wasn’t going to drive out and work for my satiation.  It had to be fulfilled in 10 mins or I would die.

I also had husband and cousin approval. They concurred the flavor was sweet, fudge-brownie-like, and nutty. I thought these were chocolate-y and naturally and so yummily greasy.

Raw Brownie Bites
Makes 12 servings

1 cup pitted Medjool dates
1/2 cup unsalted sunflower seeds
1/2 cup walnuts
3 Tbsp raw cacao powder (or 6 Tbsp cocoa powder)
1/2 tbsp pure vanilla extract

Blend the sunflower seeds and walnuts in a food processor or high powered blender until finely ground but not a nut butter consistency. Add the cacao powder and vanilla extract and blend again until mixed evenly. Remove pits from dates. Add the the dates and process until a dough like mixture is formed. You should be able to sculpt the dough without crumbling. Using a 1 Tbsp measuring spoon, scoop the dough and roll into 12 balls. Keep in the refrigerator for 1 week or freezer for up to 1 month. Enjoy!

Also, you can later turn them into this:

Aren’t they the cutest little rabbit turds you’ve ever wanted to pop in your mouth?

Brownie Batter Milkshake
serves1

2 Raw Brownie Bites
1 frozen banana
1 cup unsweetened almond milk (or milk of your choice)

Combine almond milk, banana, and 2 Raw Brownie Bites in a blender and blend until smooth.

I added greek yogurt for protein as a post workout meal.  So yum.

More updates on what I’m eating lately, and what I’ve discovered that is healing me so that I can occasionally stomach dairy and other foods again and pee like a normal human. I’m now a flexitarian, no longer vegan, but eating extremely clean, mostly gluten free, and working out again.  Did I mention my joints are working again? What? We’ve got some catching up to do.

UNTIL THEN, CHECK OUT THIS BLOG 

http://rabbitfoodformybunnyteeth.com/

Read her bio. Inspirational.  And her recipes are healthy and easy enough for a fifth grader to make.  She’s a keeper

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August 29, 2012 · 7:20 PM

I Dairy Your Not To Eat This Pizza. (Or Make Bad Puns)

Cheese. Holy Cheese. Cheese and Rice. I want it.

My uterus just skipped a beat.

I certainly don’t need the added hormones, natural occurring and lab enhanced opiods, indigestible lactase, and cancer inciting casein.  But oh how I violently crave the gooey mess and sodium that no plant on earth can provide.  When I die, I hope it’s choking on an endless pizza cheese strand.

See, on the Beauty Detox diet and many similar reads, they warn against detoxing too fast.  Eliminating too many foods at once can starve the body and upset the natural order of addictions that had created part of our diseased homeostasis.  Add  one too many large green smoothies, no artificial sugars, no dairy, no gluten, no caffeine, no chemicals…although healthy, is too much for the body to handle at once and toxins can begin to recirculate in the system, not being eliminated fast enough.

Since I got my new toy, the omnipotent Blendtec,  I’ve been blending everything, not just my greens.  I had about a week of liquids.  Sticking to veganism is also easier since you can make anything creamy on my nifty high speed blender.  Oh, that double edged demon!

The result: the last week I’ve been a terrible little monster.  Mornings are headachy, dizzy, nauseous, I feel odd, feverish, twitchy, hot flashes, straight up menopausal, and I want to go around flicking people on the forehead and giving them wedgies.  Some people even get rashes, acne breakouts, minor infections, can’t poop, throw up, or become pyromaniacs.  This is somewhat of a good sign; it means it’s working, but it can be very intolerable.  On top of that I sometimes takes fungal detox pills (to help with lupus symptoms) and that starves the candida we all contain in our system, which feeds sugars.  I angered the beast by depriving it and it also releases toxins or some story like that.  I have not given my body time to adapt to the new detox principles.  I was mean to myself.

And then Kimberly Detox girl posts on her blog, The 25 Unhealthiest Junk Foods you should never eat. I have no problem with her logic. I believe what she says is true.  Some people believe in moderation.  I don’t.  If its bad, its bad for you no matter how clever your justifications are (which I’m a master of).  If I eat a cupcake, I chalk it down to human folly and weakness, not to “you deserve that treat”.  We don’t deserve DNA wrecking food agents. What I have a problem with is that she posts the most scrumptious pictures of foods that you’ve worked so hard to erase from your mind…and then tells you to go wash down a green smoothie and chew on fermented cabbage! Is she psychotic??? I’ve been muting commercials to forget pizza exists and reading nutrition labels to reason that a french fries should not have 14 ingredients.  Bypassing coupons and missing sales to shield my eyes from clips of burritos.  Seriously considering self-flagellation to mimick the suffering of giving up silky, creamy cheese.  What she does is barbaric! Tell it for what it is, sister.  Plants are nutritious and fuel our bodies, but don’t tell me a chemical laced cheesecake can stand up to kale kabobs….  I’m sorry Kimster.  So sorry.  I didn’t mean that.  I truly and honestly love eating clean and natural.  I’m just going to curl up in my big mac and cry, I mean big bed.

Well, I’ve slowed down on the liquids, adding more solids, especially the complex carbs.  I will sparingly add tiny pieces of meats every few days, once a day (believe it or not, with my weak stomach muscles, I feel it appreciates something to masticate, no matter how much I dislike the idea of eating flesh postmortem ).  I will include a bit of fructose until I’m ready to increase to a new level of health.  Otherwise, I may as well make a date with the judge, because I will go on a machine gun massacre in a playground.

Cheese stops you up! Greens make you goooo!

Spouting off has therapeutically talked me back down to terms with my decision to avoid dairy.  I just don’t do well with that junk.  My skin, my intestines, my energy levels, my unstable alter ego. I’m balancing the crazy by drinking some organic green tea which will appease my flare of ornery toxins, but prevent me from going down the mozzarella spiral.  It’s natural caffeine is a minor evil compared to going to town on cheese sticks, cheese fries, cheese cubes, cheese rounds, cheese soup.  You can’t fix the whole barn in one day. (Whoa. I am not sure where that farm comment came from).

Let me tell you the safe eats I made to prevent a melt down. (Ooh..cheese melt). It was so surprisingly good, it’s illegal.  Instant gratification, without deviating too far from clean foods).

Gluten Free and Vegan One Minute Chocolate Cake

What the what? Oh yes, it’s true. And I was shocked how well it worked. Tastes amazing with just the right amount of indulgence.  And since it’s one serving, you can’t accidentally overeat or take the rest of the huge store-bought devilish cake out of the garbage and pick out the untouched parts.  (I’ve never done that…..)

As I said, it doesn’t count as a cookie.  Though I’ve already admitted to you that I’m a master of justification, there is a reason that my No-No Mission (No Cookies, No Pizza) doesn’t involve all categories of sweets.  You’d have to ask my alter ego why (The Little Fat Girl inside of me). And she’s to hungry to talk right now.  But mostly, it’s because that pair are my gateway drugs.  Eating gluten free cake or a vegan milkshake will satisfy a craving. Period. Dunzo. The No-No’s will trigger an emotional history-soaked schizophrenia freak show of gluttony.  Pizza and cookies has been people all over the world to their demise!

I swear the government is involved and banking off of our addictions in plain sight! Just say no-no!

Aaaanyway, on to the recipe.

  • 1 tablespoon plus 2 tsp cocoa powder
  • 3 tablespoons spelt flour (or white, or even coconut or peanut flour) (I used brown rice flour)
  • 1/8 tsp salt
  • 2 tsp sugar (I used coconut sugar. Total of 8gms of sugars. 7 begins to affect the glycemic index and I drank some nopal blend before to control the spike)
  • 1/4 tsp baking powder
  • 1 stevia packet (or 1 more tablespoon sugar)
  • 1 tablespoon coconut oil or vegetable oil
  • 3 tablespoons milk of choice (I used almond milk)
  • 1/4 tsp pure vanilla extract
Directions:
Combine dry ingredients and mix very, very well. Add liquid, stir, then transfer to a little dish, ramekin, or even a coffee mug. Microwave 30-40 seconds. If you don’t want to eat it straight out of the dish, be sure to spray your dish first (and then wait for it to cool before trying to remove it).

For frosting I didn’t use her recipe.  Click Chocolate Covered Katie’s link if you want it. It was the same coconut butter base though.

I used coconut butter, stevia, and soaked cashews. Okay okay, I added some agave. Sue me and take me for all I’m worth. My defense attorney will go to show this only increases the number of cacti varieties I ate in one sitting and since when is eating cactus bad for you?

Coconut Cashew Frosting

  • 15 oz of Coconut Butter
  • 1/3 cup Full Fat Canned Coconut Milk – 14 oz
  • Coconut Milk (carton)
  • (Approx 1 Cup of Raw Cashews (soaked and rinsed well to remove toxins) (Kimberly disapproves of cashews)
  • Liquid Stevia
  • Agave (Optional)

Directions:

Blend in a high speed blender.  Feel it out to taste.  Simplistic directions.  I’m no kitchen expert.  

Yields:

About 20 oz. Enough for a regular cake.  Reduce portions for this tiny adorable cake and have some extra frosting dipped in strawberries.

Now excuse me, I’m going to go slurp on my green junk cause I’m actually craving some right about now…

Where is my sippy cup?

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