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Oopse.

So, I sit shivering right now, wrapped in my fluffy robe. I had an oopse that dropped my blood sugars too low, but at least I know why now.

Five days ago I wrote of concerns, oddball symptoms and high sugars that had been plaguing me for over a couple of months. Then I wrote the update where Nathan caught the bad testing strips, causing the artificially high numbers, and we opened a new package of test strips.

Since then, I have been sticking to the suggestions offered by the acupuncturist and testing to find out where my numbers really are. Mostly my glusoce numbers are good, a couple of times they have swung 10-15 points high, but each time I knew why (mostly way too many carbs at dinner, AIP and near vegan doesn’t eliminate all sources of carbs, and I love sweets and beets chips).

Anyway, most of the weird symptoms I was having have backed off significantly, so I’m fairly certain I owe a huge thank you to the acupuncturist for catching my error there. They weren’t huge adjustments to my regimen but made a big difference because I was overdoing a couple of key herbs and it was stressing my liver out.

Then there was today.

I did my foam rollering, 3 hours of massages, and wrote my post about foam rollering. I drank all my waters, and ate one pack of my seaweed, but didn’t bother with the celery. As I was leaving work, I decided I would do a short workout to make up for the lack of cardio in foam rollering. I ate half of my second pack of seaweed and went into the gym.

17 minutes into what was intended as a 35 min workout, my legs started feeling jello-ee and I suddenly felt heavy and tired. I kicked myself for not eating all of the second pack of seaweed and literally muscled my way through the second half of my workout. By the time my cool down was done, I wasn’t sure I could dismount from the elliptical machine. I did, but the walk to my car was interesting.

I ate the rest of my seaweed and finished my water. I knew I needed another water, but just wanted to get home before I completely ran out of steam.

Once home I drank water, had a date roll, and checked my numbers. Even after seaweed and a date roll, I was at 87. I had swung low.

It cleared up the rest of the anomalous symptoms I couldn’t figure out. I’ve been trying so hard to bring sugars down in thinking they were high, that I’ve probably been crashing them repeatedly.  *Sigh*

It a good and a bad.

On the good side, I can relax a little on my blood sugar controls, they are working, maybe too well. It also means I’m not nearly as bad off as I was beginning to think. The relief I feel over doing everything right is actually working, is immense. Here I thought I was doing everything right and still coming up short, but really I am doing everything right and it’s starting to work too well (really there’s no such thing if I keep readjusting as I heal and improve). It’s working. Slowly but surely. Even the adjustments the accupincturist gave me were expressing that it was working well, which then was just pushing myself a little to hard. It’s all a really good sign.

The bad is two-fold:

1) I really have to watch my sugars and attempt to scale my herbs appropriately. Otherwise, I could end up in a severe sugar crash that could cause bigger problems. Since I’m not on glucose meds, my risks of that are minimal, but not impossible.

2) I need to make sure I stay on top of my seaweed better. The seaweed helps my thyroid and thus my metabolism. It is what keeps me burning the fat for energy and not needing food as much. My mistake was not consuming all of my seaweed before taxing my system physically. I have to keep my seaweed intake high enough to enable my body to burn the fat no matter when I fit my exercise in.

So, yes my health is actually doing okay and what I’m doing is working. I just need to balance quantities a bit better and go a little easier on myself. Having started my seaweed and celery routine in July, I can’t say I’m opposed to a little leaway.

It’s a sigh of relief and a little happy dance being able to report this evidence. Now to just follow through all the way and eventually clear the other side of the health hump.

May you have good evidence of your progress. May you see what you are doing is working. May you know you are doing everything right and everything in your power and understand that God will help with the rest. May you see your results snowball and become easier and easier. May you have the health you seek. May you know above all that God loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

Ding-Dong KO

Ok, so sometimes my addictions, turn into a Multi-player Mortal Kombat round. I’m just as proud of myself, if the worst one of the ‘enemies’ is the one knocked out, as I would be winning a duel.

Sometimes it really is about picking your battle, and knowing that if only one was knocked out, then at least I didn’t die, and I’ll make it another round.

I am doing a lot better than I used to, but my addictions win more often than I would like. It’s a battle I’ve been practicing at for over 7 years and I still loose occasionally, but the little voice of inspiration said that I make it look too easy, and I need everyone to know it’s not.

The text conversation at the beginning of this post, was from the middle of a 5 hour shift yesterday. I was working front desk and it was a little slower for a change. Usually not a bad thing, so I never complain when it’s slow. The one exception caused my message to Nathan, I didn’t say a word to other staff because of embarrassment.

I was feeling weak, and probably could have used help, but it might as well have been the conversation I had to have over a shotgun which I couldn’t get out of my mind. I simply couldn’t have that conversation, over goodies, and with people that don’t really care about me to begin with. They care that I show up, do my job, and when shit hits the fan that I can handle it. They simply don’t want to have a conversation about, “hey, can you hide the goodies from me, my brain is torturing me already, …please?”

So I didn’t say anything.

An hour in, I had already looked at the box of Ding-Dongs over a dozen times. The brand new unopened box of Godiva chocolates had almost had as many views, but because it was unopened I wasn’t certain it was for staff, and kept telling myself someone would come pick it up any minute.

At one point I got so flustered that I got up abruptly, and quickly walked to the mail room, forgetting there’s a camera in there. As soon as the black globe caught my periphery, I froze in blush. Quick thinking, I gestured like I was looking for something and left. Only problem was, I noticed the box of brittle, I’d forgotten about, on the mailroom counter as I turned to leave.

I stood in the empty hall trying to figure out what I was doing, why, and what I needed to do. On my way back to the desk seat, I grabbed my seaweed pack and consumed it crunchily instead.

I drank a full bottle of water.

I amused myself on my phone for a little bit.

Then I noticed one too many glances in the directions of goodies again. At that point, I was lone staff, because the other person was delivering day-sheets throughout the building.

I got up and paced the floor. I refilled my water bottle and glanced at the brittle again on my way past. I grabbed my celery and sat to eat it, not quite even having gotten to hour two yet. I thought ‘better not eat it all, just in case’.

It was a little limp for not having eaten my sticks for 3 days. I’m burnt out on celery and it’s lost any appeal it ever did have, even the peanut-butter is losing any appeal to my taste buds. I ate about 6 celery sticks, each dipped once in peanut-butter. That was more than enough. I closed lids and left it sitting right in front of me.

Approximately 30 minutes later, my text to Nathan (above) went out as I was losing my resolve. Almost 3 hours into my shift, the Ding-Dongs were looking far too tempting. How was I going to make it another two?

I decided if I couldn’t managed a TKO, then at least the worst option should go down in flames. Instead of: gluten, and red-40, and chocolate, and sugar, and chemicals (all things found in Ding-Dongs that are bad for my system); I chose to go for the least impact, especially since the Godiva box was unopened and questionable. So Brittle won, and Ding-Dongs and chocolate were knocked-out!

Me and brittle. Mmmmm.

When I went to retrieve a piece, I got a big chunk with two smaller ones stuck to it. I decided I’d eat the two small bits and save the big one for later.

As my last two hours ticked by it was: celery stick with pb, pause, brittle, pause, celery stick, pause, brittle, pause, celery stick, pause, brittle and so on. Every few minutes a nibble of something. I also worked on a non-vital computer task to distract myself.

It worked. I ended up eating only brittle beyond my regular celery and seaweed I take everyday.

In the ring we have Valentine Ding-Dongs, Godiva Assortiment, Apple Pie Peanut Brittle, and Treasa with her green shit. And let the fight begin! …. Oh Treasa is taking some hard hits there, but she stays standing every time. Oh, she’s fighting back, 1-2, oh, the right hook…. Now APPB has sided with her, oh my folks, who’s going to win this battle royale! … And the winning team is Treasa with greens and Apple Pie Brittle! …Crowd goes wild!…. Aaaaa!

Sorry for the corney ring-side joke, I grew up on things like that.

Anyway, my point is, I didn’t say anything to anyone except Nathan, and he even only got a couple of texts. But for me it was 5 hours of torture, mostly mental – granted, and a very strategic battle to overcome the worst damages of losing altogether. It’s hard to know what’s going on inside another person’s head, and it’s even harder when they have 20 years of experience hiding it. I’m not perfect at anything, but I highly doubt the other two people that worked via the front office yesterday, had any clue I was even having a mental battle, let alone that the two culprits to trigger it were within reach all day.

They were oblivious to my mental torture, because I’ve spent 20 years either fighting it silently, or withdrawing from the world. When I withdraw, I’ve either lost the battle and given in fully, or I sleep it off and hope I wake to less triggering things. I’m glad to report that these days, my withdrawal periods are few, fairly well distanced from one another, and short lived.

So if you’re struggling with an addiction, even if it is “just food”, know it’s hard. It sucks, and takes everything you’ve got to function as normal as possible, but it’s worth it. On one hand my addiction won’t kill me with one oopse (overdose), but it’s so many places in life that it’s super easy to get and often people readily supply the worst versions for me. I don’t even have to pay anything for mine to be triggered. And those people that say it’s just food… They have no clue the chemical storm that an addiction stirrs in your brain, regardless of what the trigger is. I would also add that known reactions to chemicals used in some foods, are indicative of some of the same known reactions to some recreational drugs. Sugar has been compared to hard drugs like cocaine in numerous studies on brain function. So, it may be just food, but it’s still very much an addiction.

It’s time that everyone get some slack for how hard we’re all working to overcome challenges, especially when many of us are very much addicted to “just food”. An addiction is hard no matter what “it” is. If you’re fighting at all then you deserve a damned medal.

Be kind to yourself and give yourself some love for it.

Also, find people you can confide in. I have my Nathan, but he gets tired of hearing of some the same things repeatedly, we all do. You need enough people to confide in that they don’t get sick of it, but don’t utilize having more options as a reason for complaining more. Keep in mind everything you talk about and focus on brings more of it, so if you focus on the battle too much you’ll just get more battle. So, regardless of my embarrassment, I still do my best to talk about my battles as little as possible, in an attempt to reduce their frequency. It is working, just very slowly.

Those of us fighting the good fight, we rock. Anyone that wants to put you down or belittle your efforts can take a hike or KMA. We are fighting addictions of a wide variety that didn’t exist 100 years ago. We have a bigger challenge than most in older generations would even consider. Appreciate your own efforts and thank your body every single day, that you have a chance to try again. Give your own self some love for all the things you survived, and apologize to every organ sincerely explaining your doing your level best with all the challenges that come your way.

Know it could be worse, there always something that’s worse. But also know that you are winning a tough battle and that makes you amazing.

May you triggers always be conveniently out of reach, literally or metaphorically. May you know you have loving support if you need it, and the ability to discern if it’s better to distract yourself and attempt to attract fewer battles. May you have confidence in your ability to overcome and succeed in all endeavors. May you love yourself for all that you have managed to accomplish. May you know you’re on the right track. May you know you are loved and supported by God in all that you do, and everything you need.

Om Shanti

DM toxic or safe?

So this backslides only slightly on the vibrational scale. I had a set of thoughts and external influences, trigger a message that needs conveyed.

Essentially there is a lot of talk these days about our DF & DM… That’s divine feminine and divine masculine to anyone needing clarification. As my readers know I’m a mix, and Nathan too is a mix. So, I suspect we have at least one of each out there waiting for us, or another person or two that at least balance the mix scales.

I was ‘given’ a video link that spoke to DMs being angry over being put down. Here’s the deal, if you lept to anger, then there’s an element of truth in it for you. We get angry with ourselves for failing to meet ideals, but even more if we’re not even trying very much. Then as humans we push that anger outward to deflect the pain from ourselves. I have lots of experience in this process and still battle it regularly myself. It’s human nature and very difficult to fight. It’s also very understandable to a degree.

What is important to note though is that when DFs start harshing on DMs it’s because we’re referencing toxic ones. My father is a good example.

Toxic DMs rely primarily on anger and lower vibrations. They like the fight and struggle. They like proving themselves more powerful than others and will resort to any means to do so, even emotionally damaging and physically damaging means. AND toxic DMs don’t care who’s in that path. Their own lovers and children often take the brunt of their toxicity. They take the pleasure of the win over any other costs. They live in addictions because it is the only way to find “good” feelings. They never took the time to learn how to climb up the emotional scale and want everyone else to hurt as much as they are, so they can feel better in their pain through the power of domination.

So yes, toxic DMs are a generally an unacceptable place to be, and unfortunately pretty much all of my father’s generation fit that bill. There are always exceptions and even in his generation there were men that found another way, they were not weaker or less of divine masculine. In fact, I and many women, argue those anomalies of the older generation were in many ways better, more capable masculine humans.

Currently many DFs are seeking for a revolution to tip the scales so that our generation and especially younger generations have an overwhelming number of safe and healthy divine masculines.

So what makes a safe and healthy divine masculine?

The biggest element I could put my finger on is that they know how to focus thought and climb the emotional scale. Second biggest for me was that they are secure in their own power and have no need for the battle to prove power.

So, a healthy safe DM can climb the emotional scale and can label all of the positives. Not only can they label their positive feelings, they feel even better when they find a way to express them fully and completely in their own voice and style. They are able to convey their positive emotions to others from a place of confidence. They are able to share love, joy, exuberance, exhilaration, and even ecstasy in safe ways, and even in platonic ways.

Qualifier: this is the ideal, there are some of those emotional levels I still have difficulty reaching, let alone expressing myself. We’re all works in progress, and the more capable you are the less toxicity it allows for.

So generally a quality DM can tell you what they are feeling at any given time. They don’t have to constantly express themselves, but if you ask they can give accurate truthful detailed answers. If they love you, they can say it, and more than just those 3 words. They can tell you why they love you, and what you mean to them in it’s entirety. If they want to hear the same from you they can also express their need for that, and be open to whatever your expression/explanation manifests as.

Even further, a quality DM can climb the scale.

I’ll make up and example:

DM had a shitty day at work and is really angry and frustrated. He takes 5 min to calm before going into family. He expresses his feelings in a calm manner to his SO (significant other), and then explains that he needs a few minutes to clear and refocus. He does that, maybe it takes 10 min, maybe it takes 45, but when he comes back to SO he’s in a much better space and can express what was causing problems and that he’s now focused on XYZ solutions and feeling better. He can use that refocused moment to really notice his SO and express love and appreciation for the patience. (I’m getting better at my moments like this, but I’m still not perfect and I’m utterly grateful Nathan is so patient with me.)

All of these elements were lacking in my father more often than not. “I love you” always came with a “but…”, right up until he stayed with me this summer, and even then it was merely a pause in whatever tangent he was on. He also only ever managed those 3 words and gifts or money to show affection. Additionally, gifts and money would always get flipped later, and used as guilt trips if you screwed up. I got to a point by the time I was in highschool, where I didn’t even want him to give me anything because I knew it would eventually be used against me. I wanted affection, and ultimately that desire brought me Nathan.

Anyway, that second element of not needing the fight for power’s sake: there’s a huge difference between finding joy in playing a game, and needing the struggle.

It doesn’t matter if the power struggle is in sport or an office building. It really can be either, and I have watched both.

My father played the struggle in offices and at home, and never touched a sporting field in his life, but he was constantly intent on making certain everyone knew he was in charge. He would change jobs the instant that people didn’t listen to him and take his advice or suggestions. He constantly berated us at home making sure we knew he was in control of finances and our housing, and that we wouldn’t survive without him. Take the abuse and shut up, because you’d be homeless and starving without me, mentality. Of the whole family, I was always the most vocal about that. I wanted to challenge his power, even as a young child I remember telling my Mom, “He’s making it up to scare us, we should just leave.” She would tell me “where would we go?”, and make me drop it. I was the one in middle school that got in a screaming match with him and threatened to turn him into DHS. He ended the argument with “go ahead, see where it gets you”. Unfortunately, I was 12 and didn’t have the confidence yet to follow through.

But I’ve also seen similar done by sports people. There was a rugby player in college that was abusive to girlfriends not knowing how to shut the extreme masculinity off. Bonus he went through girlfriends like candy because, not only would they get sick of him being too rough, but also because he was only really playing just another game to see what the best girl he could get was. I was still really fat then, so I didn’t make his radar, but even if I had been on his radar, he was nowhere near mine. His behaviors were repulsive to me.

However, many masculines find great fun in games where they essentially beat each other up- kick-boxing, street fighting, boxing, hockey, rugby, and football are all good examples of this. They enjoy the strategy, the physical prowess they get to display, the challenge of reaching the goal of a WIN. Yet a healthy DM can see it is a game and can walk away, especially if it takes to much of a toll on their own being. The same goes for the office power struggle. Masculines can find enjoyment in the challenge and proving themselves capable, but a healthy masculine knows when to let the game go. It doesn’t have to be brought home, and if it reaches unhealthy levels then it’s time to walk away, no matter how entrenched they’ve become.

There are probably other elements that go into separating a toxic DM from a healthy DM, but those seemed like the biggest factors for me. Probably because I know they are my biggest challenges. Despite hating my Father’s behaviors my entire life, I was essentially brainwashed into doing them by experiencing excessive repetition. That same repetition that enables a baby to learn motor skills is what engrained those toxic behaviors in my brain. I have spent every day of motherhood fighting those toxic behaviors, and I have minimized them at this point, but they are far from gone. One day, hopefully soon, I will be able to update that statement with success.

Regardless of your biological gender or your perceived masculinity/femininity, may you find balance in your life and experience healthy levels of gender identity. May you find that you are learning how to move up the emotional scale. May you learn how to express all emotions accurately, truthfully, and safely. May you know that you are reaching for better and every effort towards improvement helps to make our world a better place. May you have someone in your life that is patient when you need it, especially in regards to climbing the emotional scale. May you find you have support and love all around you in regards to being your best self and reaching for healthy gender identity. May you know that God loves and supports you in all that you do, and wants for us all to master our emotions and heal toxic programming.

Om Shanti