So I’m trying to eliminate gluten from my already restrictive diet. I’ve been feeling really sluggish and heavy, and I know that my occasional binge-eating of whatever day-old bread Chett brings home from WFM is not helping matters.

But I am now officially the obnoxious, allergen-ridden person that I have always rolled my eyes at. Don’t take yourself too seriously, folks. You’ll look like a fool sooner or later.

So now my meals consist of an avocado, a can of beans, some berries, and corn chips. I feel like I’m back in college!



Today I joined a gym, went to a tanning bed (for vitamin D), and got acupuncture. I’m trying to give my body some more TLC in the hopes that it will balance out some of the volatile moving/stress emotions I’ve been carrying around for months. 

I’ve learned–sometimes the hard way–that I work and play better when I lift heavy things and make time to recover from lifting heavy things. Since I want to be sure to treat myself with respect in order to make the most of some of the difficulties I’m working through, I have to devote time to moving my body around. 

I told the gym manager that I needed a female trainer or a “totally not bro-y” male trainer. We’ll see what he’s come up with for me. No crazy fitspo dudes please!