This may be common knowledge for some of you, but I'm full of shit. As in, I'm not pooping. I've always had problems in the regularity department, but I found that a cup of coffee in the morning made a huuuge difference in helping everything come out okay on a (mostly) daily basis. I gave up the caffeine last week, but the
I promise he's not bulimic. He was just really hungover.
I may not ever give up my daily cup of coffee, but I was curious to know if there is anything less stimulating I could do to get things moving. Castor oil is NOT an option. It's the devil. I've been in labor twice already (once because of castor oil), and I have no interest in doing lamaze on the toilet. I also draw the line at anal sex. (Thank you, darling hubby, for your smart-ass advice and your creepily eager willingness to help, but NO I don't need you and your stimulus package to "clean me right out.") Seeking guidance, I emailed a practitioner of hippie magic to see if her homeopathic almanac of a brain had any ideas. She suggested some exercises I could do to release the kracken. I will try them tomorrow. (And probably have coffee.)
I've completed Level 3 of Omnicentric. I love Level 3. Almost as much as I love lamp. I think I love it because it doesn't make me do planks. Anything that gets me out of planks is awesome. Sore rotator cuffs are NOT awesome, and both of mine are sore. As is my lower back. So I'm taking a couple of days off arms and abs. I did 30 minutes of cardio yesterday and felt like a bad-ass. Today, I carried a 20+ pound toddler around the grocery store while pushing a cart for an hour, and that was all the cardio I could handle.
Also, I ate things today. I took pictures of some of them.
Hemp Protein Smoothie with coconut milk (the kind in the 1/2 gallon carton, not the canned kind), strawberries, spinach, spirulina, pineapple, mint, chia seeds, and ice. And hemp protein. Duh.
Blackened Chicken Salad w/ Creamy Maple Barbeque Dressing.
A chicken heart. Not really. They're actually very "love-ly" organic chicken breasts. I sprinkled my tits with salt, pepper, smoked paprika, cumin (or CUH-MEN if you're Teresa Guidice and like to use lots of ingredientses), coriander, onion powder, garlic powder, and a spray of canola oil.
I seared them over med-high heat for a couple minutes per side, then lowered the heat to medium and let them finish cooking through so we wouldn't all get diarrhea. (Although that would probably help with my pooping problems.) I let them rest a few minutes before chopping them up so they wouldn't juice all over the place. (Because it's just embarrassing when that happens.)
Not sure exactly what to call this, except delicious. Carnivale Salsa maybe? It'll make you wanna samba your ass off, for sure. Black beans, corn, grape tomato, cucumber, sweet onion, jalapeno, mango, pineapple, celery, red bell pepper, avocado, and cilantro all tossed with lime juice, rice vinegar, agave nectar, salt, and pepper. I could eat this all on its own. And I will, because there were leftovers.
Spinach mixed with an iceberg/carrot/red cabbage blend. It looks so lonesome without its friends on top of it.
The dressing was a shake-up of nonfat plain Greek yogurt, extra virgin olive oil, apple cider vinegar, ketchup, dijon mustard, real maple syrup, molasses, worcestershire, onion powder, garlic powder, cumin, coriander, smoked paprika, salt, and pepper.
I'm too damn tired for measurements right now, so if you want any specifics, hit me up in the comments section. I'm going to bed now.
UPDATE: I forgot to actually hit PUBLISH before the melatonin completely took over, so I'm posting this late. Whoopsie.