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I am sitting in my chair, looking out my front window onto a frozen white landscape.
This past weekend our little town saw 18″ of snowfall. That’s 18″ of snow on woodpiles, driveways, stairs, walkways, and car tops. I often think I wouldn’t mind the snow so much if I could just live with it. Stop fighting the buildup and walk.
During this particular storm, I had a moment of feeling sorry for myself.
I have lived in this town for 32 years (except college), and all that time I have shoveled snow. Lived knowing that every winter I’d have to dig out my car, the woodpile, and our driveway from under the snow. I didn’t want to do it one more day!
Why did we resign ourselves to live in the place we grew up? After all there is a big world out there. Places where there are no snowstorms, woodpiles, and freezing temperatures. Where life could be enjoyed season after season.
You’ll never believe where my “dream” was taking us.
I thought about the Caribbean and blue water. It seemed only reasonable that we should sell everything and buy a sailboat. Move onto the boat, and homeschool from shore to shore. I have no idea where our income would come from, but we would be warm, and right now that looks pretty good.
Ridiculous! I know!
I know a lot of that is ridiculous, not because it’s out of reach, but because I know God has me here. Here in the little town where I grew up. Raising a family and building a community. He knows what is next over the snow heap. I trust completely that I am seen and heard.
In addition to daydreaming away in a warm Caribbean sea.
I did get my hands busy making bread, washing clothes, cleaning bathrooms, and keeping the family warm. Thankfully there is plenty to do. Keeping to the rhythm of my day I can set my mind on things above rather than on earthly things.
Enjoying the art of traditional cooking is keeping me more than busy. Figuring out how to live and eat in accordance with my body is a new rhythm. I am slowly resigning myself to the reality of being in the kitchen for every meal and eating way more vegetables than I ever have.
In the past when I worked out 6 days a week I was sore all the time. Sore from head to toe. It never occurred to me that my soreness could be related to the food I was eating. Inflammation had been building from overuse and bad food choices.
Now that I can’t work out as I did I am noticing the pain of bad food choices. Inflammation is still here! Except during the January Whole30 did I experience relief from the chronic pain. Which leads me to believe that my body feels better without all the garbage.
My garbage food may not be yours too.
So don’t get any ideas trying to copy my diet. I am walking this thing out, and trying to pay attention to what my body says. Here is what I now know for sure.
- Sugar in all forms hurts and makes my brain foggy. Syrup, fructose, etc…
- Wine is painful. I said it! I don’t know if a glass of wine is worth it anymore.
- Grains hurt. With the exception of sourdough made in my own kitchen.
- Beans even soaked wreak my stomach.
So what is left?
- Fat. Coconut oil/butter, MTC oil, organic butter, olive oil, avocado oil
- Vegetables. So far all veggies work. I will closer at Nightshades only because they tend to cause problems for those people with an autoimmune issue.
- Meat. All varieties and cuts of happy animals raised organically.
- Dairy. I have yet to have an issue with cream in my coffee or small bits of cheese. My daughter and I are excited to make yogurt, so I won’t discount that yet.
I figure an 80/20 rule will keep my inflammation down and my sanity in check. 🙂
Have yourself a blessed morning, afternoon, or evening.