Life, Triathlons, and Early Morning Hyperventilating

Do you know what I did a week after I signed up for the June 9th Wasa Lake Triathlon?

I quit the triathlon.

Yeah, baby!  I quit.

I had one of those life moments when reality hits.  One of those moments when the to-do list and the self-imposed pressure comes crashing in.  Do you know those moments?

And instead of sleeping, I found myself awake at 4:30 in the morning worrying about all the things  I need to do in the next month.  I have two big work deadlines the week after June 9th.  I need to get “real” rides in, but my bike is still hanging from the roof of the garage.  I need to get to the pool more.  I need to practice on open water.  I need to rent a wetsuit.  I have two weeks of work travel between now and June 9th (which means no bike and no pool).  It also means a lot of time away from my kids.  The weekend of June 9 I do not – do not - want to be away from my kids.

Nothing earth-shattering.  Just my version of the life-list that everyone has.

Through all this… work, training, life…I also need to sleep and rest.  I need to not be awake hyperventilating in my kitchen at 4:30 in the morning.

So after a tearful conversation with my husband (which I’m sure he really appreciated at 5:00 a.m.), I quit the triathlon.

Immediately I was flooded with relief.  The entry fee already paid doesn’t matter.  Our portion of the cost of the condo rented in Kimberly for triathlon weekend doesn’t matter.

What matters is the balance.  The God-forsaken, ever-tentative, teetering life balance.   There are other triathlons at better times for me.  In fact, it wouldn’t matter if there wasn’t another triathlon.  The road, the pool, and my bike are always there.   The point is to simply use them.  And feel the rush and enjoyment of my body strong and in motion.

So do you know what I did right after the tearful, 5:00 a.m. conversation, as my breathing calmed and I physically felt the pressure lift?

I slipped on my running shoes.

I stepped outside into my quiet neighbourhood.  It was just starting to rain.

And I ran.

 (Photo credit)

Cool new gear from NAYAD

I love me some new work-out gear.

When I go through my laundry for the week, most of it is work-out gear. And because I workout at home and alone (cue McCauley Caulken image), I’m not too fussed about the what I’m wearing.  I have my basic black shorts, Lycra capris, or running tights and an array of tank tops.  When I run on cold mornings, I still wear my yellow reflective cycling jacket purchased from Mountain Equipment Coop in 1995.  1995!

So when the lovely ladies at NAYAD Aqua Sportwear contacted me and asked it I would like to try their fitness wear line, my response was a resounding SWEET LORD, YES!

NAYAD makes custom fitness and aqua wear.  Choose from variety of styles (shorts, swim bottoms, skirts, bras, tanks), send in your measurements, and you get a perfectly fitting outfit for your swimming, yoga, gym work-out, or outdoor adventures.

NAYAD women doing awesome things (from NAYAD website).

Love these colours (from NAYAD website)

 

This is good news for someone like me who has long legs, a long torso, broad shoulders, a small chest, and the arm span of an albatross.

My new workout gear arrived last week, and I’m happy as a clam.

Colours even better in person

Comfortable, styling, smooth.  Basically effortless.  This is going to be great for yoga.  And weight training.

I also have images of me wearing it for ocean open-water swim training in Hawaii or paddle boarding in Costa Rica.  Except that I live in Calgary, Canada.  Where it sometimes snows until May.  And the open water swim for my spring triathlon typically requires not only a wetsuit but also some sort of head and foot warming device.

But I swear to you if I do go paddle boarding in Hawaii, I will wear this outfit and generally be awesome.  And when I go to Hawaii, I’ll also order a custom sporty-looking bikini.  For when I run into Gabrielle Reece and Laird Hamilton and we hook up for some wicked-gnarly surfing and such.

Thank you NAYAD.  I love this stuff.  Keep up the great work!

Thoughts on Becoming Superhuman

Superhuman.  I’ve heard the phrase around a lot lately.

Before a few weeks ago, I’d heard it mostly in relation to the Tim Ferriss book The 4-Hour Body: An Uncommon Guide to Rapid Fat Loss, Incredible Sex and Becoming Superhuman.  It’s a massive book with random chapters on fat loss, exercise, sleep, sex, life efficiency, and…er… how to be a better swimmer.  The dude seems a little nuts.  And I dig that.  The big message (I think): to really feel and perform your best in whatever areas matter to you, you’ve got to experiment and focus.  This feeds into my big-picture goal for the year…to experiment my way toward big, fat, deep, joyous health (I wrote about that here and here).

But what does being superhuman feel like? How do I know when I’m there? That’s not entirely clear.

So when I heard about Ben Greenfield’s March 8-9th conference “Becoming Superhuman“, I was intrigued.  May be I could get some tips and tricks.  The line up of speakers was impressive – naturopathic doctors, surgeons, wellness experts, bio-hackers, an ex-Olympian performance coach, nutritionists, fat loss gurus, a neurofeedback specialist, world-renowned endurance coaches. And Mr. Greenfield himself is a top endurance triathlete, coach,  and fitness expert.  That’s good company.  So a friend and I packed our bags and notebooks and scooted off to Spokane.

I was thinking the conference might be filled with hardcore Ironman Triathletes and endurance runners looking for the holy grail.  Or fitness and  health  professionals looking for the latest scientific nuggets.  And it some respect it was.  But it was more than that.  This was a conference for anyone who cares about their health and feeling optimal.  The  fact that a couple of moms from Canada – and up-and-coming podcasters – who are into nutrition and fitness showed up was cool.  This information is for everyone.  My mind was officially blown.

I won’t recap the whole event.  Ben Greenfield has as great summary here (Ben Greenfield Fitness Becoming Superhuman Live Event re-cap).  And Feed the Human has an excellent re-cap here.  But there were things that struck me deeply and have me thinking.

 

  • Sometimes Being Uncomfortable is OK.  Ray Cronise is an ex-NASA Engineer who now lives in the world of weight-loss experimentation through thermogenesis (think cold exposure).  He spoke about the idea is that one’s “thermal load” is key to the body composition equation, along with nutrition and exercise (see this article in a recent Wired Magazine).  Ray lost 50 lbs by experimenting with being cold and is helping others achieve results.  When you’re cold your body has to expend extra energy to maintain it core temperature; this helps burn fat.  He prescribes contrast showers (10 seconds warm followed by 10 seconds cold, repeat 10 times), taking shiver walks (cover your extremities, but leave the parka at home), sleeping with a sheet not a comforter, and dunks in a cold tub.  There was also some discussion about colder body temperatures at bed time promoting sleep (think cold shower, not hot bath, before bed). I was struck by the message that it’s OK to feel uncomfortable a little bit.  In our western world with heated homes and endless food supply, we have forgotten how to tolerate being even slightly uncomfortable.   ”We live in a world where winter never comes“.  This endless and unnatural comfort is showing up on our collective Western body.

 

  • Ultimate fitness is not about how much stress you can tolerate.  Dr. Todd Schlapfer is a naturopathic doctor who works personally with Ben.  He spoke gently and passionately about the mounting evidence that endurance or extreme sports are not resulting in optimum health (a brave message to a room full of endurance athletes!).  Intensity of exercise is more important than duration (he thinks anything more than 30-60 minutes a day gets into the extreme).  I’ve heard that many times before, but I loved his deeper message.  “Fitness is not about how much stress you can tolerate; it is about how easily and effortless you move through life.”  “We must embrace ‘whole-life fitness’ and move a way from competetive, heroic forms of exercise.”  “We must make sense of the ‘why’ behind our fitness”.  I loved that.  He left me quietly pondering the ”why” behind my exercise practices.  Why do I want to shave two minutes off my triathlon time?  Why do I run, bike, lift heavy stuff at all?  I know I have  reasons, but I can’t articulate them clearly or quickly.  I think “why?’ is a fundamental question for us all.

 

  • Our brains and bodies need dietary fat.  Nora Gedgaudas is a holistic nutritionist, neurofeedback specialist, and author of “Primal Body, Primal Mind: Beyond the Paleo Diet for Total Health and a Longer Life”. She spoke about how our carbohydrate-laden western diets have made many people highly reliant on glucose for fuel.  But we can be using fat as a primary source of fuel.  Carbohydrates are like kindling.  They provide a quick burst of fuel, but are very inefficient; we have to stoke the fire often.  But fats are like a slow-burning log.  Throw fat on the fire, walk away, and live your life without energy imbalances.   “Carbohydrates are kindling; fats are the logs.” Glucose is great in an emergency (think anaerobic exercise), but fat is the brain’s super-fuel and helps stabilize neurological function (brain fog anyone?).  The bigger issue may be how our stress-filled lives put our brains in a constant state of emergency or “fight or flight”, which can accentuate sugar and carb cravings.   Have I every really allowed myself to get “fat-adapted” and see how I feel? How many carbohydrates do I really need to fuel my fitness/sports activities, my brain function, and my optimal self? How am I proactively managing my stress? Suddenly, I’m not so sure. Some experimentation may be in order.

There was so much more…hormones, mental fitness, digestion, recovery, sleep. I’m still trying to process all I heard and figure out what it means to me.

But a few things are clear.  Firstly, to become Superhuman – or to find optimal health and performance - is a personal journey.  It will be different for all of us.  Secondly, being Superhuman is not about the shape of our bodies, or how fast they move.  It’s about how we feel in them.  As Ben Greenfield says “it is about finding the ultimate balance of health, energy and life”.  Thirdly, living optimally is complex and requires integation.  Big change requires lots of little steps in many different areas and a lot of balloon-squeezing. We likely cannot achieve it all at once.  Becoming Superhuman takes patience, inquiry, and time.

In the end, I believe each of us needs to develop a suite of personal wellness indicators that measure our whole-life fitness.  Then we need to observe them and stay present to them over time.  Sure, we can work with doctors, trainers, and health professionals for ideas and guidance.  We can look to other athletes for motivation and inspiration.  But ultimately we’ve got to own our own journeys.  And we’ve got to be accountable for our own outcomes.

For me, I’m learning that my personal wellness indicators need to go beyond the surface ones that I have - until now – focused on (things like the scale, body fat percentage, amount of weight I can lift, and race times).  I need to learn more about my heart rate variability, my hormone levels, my cholesterol levels…and other physical things going on in my body.  I also need to find ways of monitoring my stress, mental clarity, food sensitivities, spiritual self…and so on.  My sense of wellness must become vast and wide.

So deep thinking has begun.  What does being Superhuman mean – what does it feel like - to me?  What will my personal wellness indicators be?  What are yours?

And so this journey continues.

The Disney Cruise and the Funnel Cloud

Don’t worry, I’m not going to bore you with a long slide show of pictures from our recent Disney Cruise.

I’ll just bore you with a short one.

There was lots to love about the whole vacation.  Along with my folks, my brother and his family, we spent a week on the Disney Fantasy.  The ship was a glorious feat of five-star floating engineering.  There was tonnes of fun stuff to entertain the kids.

 

Mickey-shaped pool. Mickey-shaped waffles. You get the idea.

Life-sized Disney characters were lurking at every turn.

 

We had some cool ports of call in St. Thomas and Peurto Rico.

Farting around in St. Thomas

 

And on the beach in San Juan

 

But my favourite beach moment was this.  On the last day we stopped in at a private island – Castaway Cay.  Apparently Disney is  buying islands now.  We disembarked and settled in on the beach for a day of sun, sand and relaxation.

Note the dark clouds forming

 

The kids were playing happily.  We’d just tucked into our pre-lunch bucket of Coronas.  Then on the horizon my brother spotted this.

 

Strange swirly thing quickly approaching the beach. I believe that’s what the meteorologists call it.

 

We stood around for a few minutes looking at it.  Is that a funnel cloud? A few other people noticed it, but no-one seemed concerned.  Is it getting bigger?  It seemed to be heading straight for the beach.  We noted the dark clouds forming around us.  Are we in the eye of the storm and we don’t realize it? 

Listen, we’re Canadian.  We understand snow and cold; we don’t understand hurricanes and tornadoes.  How long do Floridians stand around on the beach watching a funnel cloud form before they start running?

My husband and brother had some hushed discussions.  Eventually, with a touch of panic in his voice, my brother announced it was time to pack up the kids and get back to the ship…and preferably find a small windowless room on the centre of middle deck with lots of canned goods.  We scrambled our stuff together, leaving the $40 worth of plastic buckets and pails we’d just purchased scattered on the beach, along with an ice bucket full of Coronas.  We started a fast march back.  As we marched, my sister-and-law and I did some quick second analysis.  Should we stay on land? What if the ship gets torn apart?  Who is the strongest swimmer? What did Helen Hunt do in Twister again?  We barked hurry-up orders to the kids while glancing back at the horizon.  No-one was following us.

I could see the headlines: Canadian Family Sole Survivors of Deadly Caribbean Storm.

 

Calm, cool and collected

As we boarded the ship, another passenger was heading off toward the beach.  The wind was whipping.  We breathlessly told him about the funnel cloud.

“I’d better tie up my hat then, ” he chuckled, tucking the strap of his sun hat under his chin.  Off he strolled into the wind.

We didn’t get that response.

“If you find a bucket of Coronas on the beach, help yourself…” we called after him.  Then we then scurried up the gang plank to safety.

******

Ok, so it just ended up raining alot that day.  But we were the first ones back to the ship.  And we were like the first ones in line for the lunch buffet that day.

I swear it was a funnel cloud forming.  Give us a break, we’re Canadian.

Breaking Up with Lance…and Finding New Sports Heroes

It’s been a few weeks since Lance Armstrong spoke the truth to Oprah Winfrey and admitted - after years of denial – to using banned performance-enhancing drugs during much of his cycling career.

I am one of the legions of disillusioned.  I was one of the believers.  I wrote about my gut response to the US Anti-Doping Agency’s formal actions against him last year in this post. But I kept reading all the stories in the news.  The subpoenas.  The host of former teammates giving evidence against him.  Then, over Christmas break, I read Tyler Hamilton and Daniel Coyne’s book The Secret Race.  Then came Oprah. The gig was up.

So I broke up with my sports hero.

I still think his cancer story is amazing.  He may be a big fat liar and a bully, but he faced something that few of us can fathom.  Those of you who have known someone lying on their cancer deathbed have some sense of how stunning his cancer defeat was.  To win that battle – and to eventually get back on a bike for even a ride around the neighbourbood - is incredible.  The inspiration and hope he has provided to cancer survivors and their families stands.  But all the other stuff - the ego, the deceit, the destroying of others’ lives?  Way to blow it, dude.  That leaves a stink that will linger long.

So, I’m left scanning the horizon for new sports heroes.  Not heroes to blindly follow.  But people who inspire with their passion, integrity, and will to improve.  People who make us want to be better in our own fitness journeys.  People who remind us to listen to that little voice within that says why not?

And you know what?  They are everywhere.

My new quest is to find more of them – known and unknown.  People who are on personal sports and fitness quests to become the best version of themselves.

Like Rich Roll.

Rich Roll – Finding Ultra

Have you heard of this guy?  He’s an ex-alcoholic lawyer who - in is forties - transformed his nutrition, life practices, and became a high-performing ultra-triathlete.  In 2009, Men’s Fitness Magazine named him one of the World’s 25 Fittest Men.  He wrote a book called Finding Ultra: Rejecting Middle Age, Becoming One of the World’s Fittest Men, and Discovering Myself  that documents his journey.  The beauty is that - between the lines - it’s a story of the spirit, of self-actualization, of finding and trusting one’s true path.  He and his wife also have a podcast (Rich Roll Podcast) which, in my opinion, hits the nail on the head of the nutrition-fitness-spirit trifecta that is true health. You should check him out. Buy the book.  Support this guy.

And let me know who your sports heroes are.

 

First Run Back

I feel lucky that I rarely get injured.  For all my jumping around, the old body seems to be holding up ok.

Sure, there was the incident when I tried Cross Fit and ended up in the Emergency Room because I couldn’t move my left arm properly.  Turns out doing 4 x 15 reps of swinging ones feet up to a pull-up bar can cause a pinched nerve in your back which leaves ones arm all limp and non-functional.  Particularly when you don’t know what you’re doing and you act like a crazed monkey swinging around.

But that was a freak thing due to a freak activity.  Injuries from wear and tear of my regular running, biking, weight lifting, basement-jumping-around thankfully seem to have stayed at bay.

Until a few months ago.

In late November, my left knee began to bother me when descending stairs.  I didn’t think much of it.  But then, on a run a few days later, there was a twinge.  Then another one.  And then eventually there was shooting pain that drove me to a halt.  I walked home, thinking crap.

A trip to the Physiotherapist the next day confirmed an injury.  I’d love to tell you more about what the injury was, but my mind doesn’t work that way.  My mind doesn’t retain all the science/physiology stuff so well.  When the Physio explained it at the time, I nodded my head and it all made perfect sense.  Something to do with my quad muscles being too tight and pulling things in the wrong direction.  All I remember was the plan: ice on the knee, heat on the quad, no running or biking or squatting or lunging.  Lots of stretching.  For at last a week. Again, crap.

Turns out it was more like six weeks. I wanted to make sure I didn’t blow it.  So I swam.  I did lots of upper body workouts and glute isolation stuff.  I walked. I tortured myself on the foam roller.  I went for massages and physio.  Eventually I got the green light to squat and lunge, and then to spin.

Then it was time to run.

Yesterday morning I pulled on my running gear in the darkness of my sleeping house – my typical Saturday morning routine.  I laced my shoes, put on my i-Pod, and snuck out the front door.  I crunched down our snowy driveway.  I walked for a while down our icy street, breathing in the cold air.  Then, when the sidewalk cleared, I broke into a slow run.  A shuffle.  For the first few minutes, I listened to my knee.  Waiting.  Waiting.  I picked up a little speed.  My body shifted and creaked.  My lungs got to work.  And eventually I just went.  My legs took over.  I settled into the rythym of the run.

God bless Pinterest

Back on my doorstep an hour later - the grey light of morning creeping in - my body was alive and tingling.  As usual, my heart and mind thanked me the early blast of life and vigour.  Then I remembered my knee.  And it felt fine.

Man, it’s great to be back.

Hot for Yoga

 

I have an article (“Hot for Yoga”) published in the January/February 2013 edition of IMPACT Magazine..

Click here to read it!

It starts like this…

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“You understand it’s not a tantric sex workshop, right?” I asked my husband.

He’d just agreed to come with me to a hot yoga class. 

“I know,” he laughed.  Disappointment flashed briefly across his face.

“It’s yoga,” I said.  “But the room is really hot.  So you sweat a lot.”

“Got it,” he said. “I’ve done yoga before.” 

Yeah, I thought, but you haven’t done yoga at high noon in the jungle.  Or in a bread oven.  This is a little different.

Hot yoga is everywhere.   Some people are doing it as a regular practice.  Athletes are doing it as cross training.  People with injuries are doing it as part of recovery.  While there are different approaches, the idea is that doing yoga with increased body temperature allows for deeper postures, greater flexibility, and the release of toxins.  The studio temperature hovers around 40 C, and the humidity is high.  Bottom line: things get intense, and things get sticky.              

I’d done hot yoga once before, about ten years ago.  My first recollection was how good it had made me feel.  But the day before this recent class, I began to get nervous.  It’s like what happens in the days before giving birth to your second child.  The memory of the joyous aftermath gets edged out by vivid flashbacks of suffering.  I saw myself lying helpless on my yoga mat in a pool of my own sweat…

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Click here to read more!

Down and Dirty Radio Segment: the Great Christmas Tree Disaster of 2005 (Take 2 – the he said, she said version)

This week I did a segment on blogtalkradio’s Down and Dirty with Frank Fontana.  Because, as a person who has a hard time changing the ink cartridge on her printer, it is entirely logical that I be on a D.I.Y./home repair/construction guy show.

But they do a segment on D.I.Y. Disasters and had seen my recent blog post about the Great Christmas Tree Disaster of 2005.

It was a lot of fun.  We touched on hockey, how Canadians leave their front doors unlocked, and Christmas tree stabilization strategies.  It went like this.

Never mind that for the first part I kept saying the height of the Christmas tree wrong (ceiling is 17 feet, the tree was 12 feet).  But as my husband listened to the show afterwards, he made a rather important point.

“That’s not what happened,” he said.

“What?!” I bleated.

“The Christmas tree didn’t fall in the night.  When we got up that morning, it was still standing.  But it was leaning precariously.”

“Huh?” I said.

“So I got in there and pulled it up straight again,” he said.  ”And we stood back to admire it. You don’t remember this?”

“No!” I said.

“Then as we stood there…that’s when the tree fell,” he said.  ”It started to slowly lean again, and then it smashed down right before our eyes.  It was like watching a tree fall in the forest.  Shattered ornaments flew everywhere.  You were screaming.  You seriously don’t remember!?”

“No,”  I repeated.  I must have blocked out the horror. It must have been a pregnancy self-protection thing.  Ok, hang on.  Maybe it’s coming back a bit now.

“And I came home from work early because you were freaking out about it, ” he said.  “I wanted to get it fixed and tidied up before you got home, to show you it wasn’t a big deal. Even though it was a big deal.”

Wow, that’s a way better story.  Too bad I didn’t tell that version.  Actually too bad Bryan didn’t tell it.

But chances are I’ll tell the story again.  Kids, did  we ever tell you about the Great Christmas Tree Disaster of 2005?  Yeah, only a hundred times, Mom.  Next time I’ll try to get it right.

 

 

Is Santa Really Uncle Roger?

“Mom, is Santa really Uncle Roger?”

Isabelle, aged seven, asked me this a few days ago.

All the fuss of Christmas is behind us.  But Is-Santa-Real? is clearly still on her mind.

It came up a few times in the approach to Christmas. At the ripe old age of grade-two, some kids in her school are sniffing things out. This precipitated some Olympic-style “we believe” discussions at home.  Some of her school friends are different religions and thus don’t do Santa, so those were important discussion to have too.

Isabelle was noticing that Santa looked different in different places.  But my husband double-downed and arranged for emails and letters to appear at the house from Santa for both girls. The “Santa’s watching, be good” schtick seemed to keep working.  Overall, we seemed to be winning.

But then at the last family holiday gathering of the year, a few days after Christmas, Isabelle’s Great Uncle Roger showed up dressed up like Santa with presents for all the little kids.  Isabelle took her present with glee.  But the wheels were quietly turning.

So when she asked, we made up a quick story.  Yes, that had been Uncle Roger.  He was on contract to Santa, we explained, who had returned to the North Pole exhuasted from his world travels.  We may have gone on a little long about how that worked.  About how Uncle Roger got the suit and the presents delivered from the North Pole, and about the various kinds of sub-contracting arrangements Santa has with Uncles and Grandpas all over the world.

Isabelle just listened - brow slightly furrowed - and nodded.  (Note to self: no need to sell what’s already sold; kids can sniff a sell-job.)

Was this our last Christmas of magic with Isabelle?  By next Christmas – as she nears the age of eight – will the show be up?  The thought makes me a little sad.

But we won’t go without a fight.

We will make fake reindeer tracks on the lawn.  And boot tracks in the living room.  If pushed, we will put a pair of black boots and red pants in the fireplace and wake the kids up in the middle of the night to peak down the stairs to catch Santa in action.  My dad did this for my brothers and I, and - to this day - I can vividly recall the excitement.  Oh, we will up our game of lies and deceit. We will hang on to the magic just as long as we can.

And if come next Christmas we find the gig is up?

Well, I guess we’ll just focus on explaining the whole other kind of Christmas magic to believe in.

 

Biohacking Begins: The Detox

 

I’m kicking off my nourishment-related health goals for 2013 by working with a naturopath.

We’ve done some blood work.  Checked my hormone levels.  We did a test to figure out if I have any food allergies or sensitivities.

The bio-hacking has begun.

To start in true January fashion, I – along with half of the western hemisphere – am doing a guided detox.  The detox is about pinpointing how certain foods affect me.

I’m feeling different about working with a naturopath than I have about working with coaches and trainers.  There’s no set program or magic way.  There is only inquiry.  We do some research together, and I learn to design my own long-term template.  I think of my naturopath as a wise guide.  Someone who can help me better understand my physiology in a holistic and gentle manner. But I am the captain.  Ahoy.

The detox plan – the starting research – looks like this:

  • We start with a list of recommended foods in a range of categories: vegetables, most fruit,  fresh meats, nuts, good fats, non-gluten grain, and spices.  There is also a list of ‘not alloweds’: dairy, sugar, gluten, soy, alcohol, or processed stuff.  On good days, this is actually not far from how I eat now.  Emphasis on good days.
  • In the first week, we  – day by day - strip away certain of the allowed food groups.
  • We observe.
  • Then in the following five weeks, we go through a process of adding back food groups one by one.
  • We observe.

My naturopath will observe physiological indicators - you know, numbers and stuff.  I will observe other things.  How do I feel?  What’s happening with my energy, cravings, fatigue, gut response, joint stiffness, congestion?

(Joint stiffness!  Gut response!  Congestion! Fun!)

Bottom line: my biggest job in this whole initial thing is to pay attention.  I dig that.

By the way, it turns out this isn’t about allergies.  I’ve learned from the testing that I don’t have allergies or many physical food sensitivities.

But my one food sensitivity, which was pretty high on the reaction scale?  Eggs.  EGGS!!  Like, eggs that I eat most days for breakfast and eggs that are found in most baked goods.  I’m still reeling from this news and pondering a life without eggs.  I may have to do some introspective writing on the eggless life.  The Eggless Life… I can see it now.  I think I will ask Cate Blanchett to play me in the movie.

So, the inquiry and observation in on.  Yesterday was day one.  Today, I strip out meat and fish for a few days.  My protein is coming from some gritty shakes.  Which my seven-year old daughter -  after trying a sip this morning - thought tasted like “chunky milk and potatoes”.

Lucky me.