I’m trying a little experiment.
I’ve cut wheat and, for the most part, gluten out of my diet to see how it effects the stomach issues. Last year, I tested negative for Celiac disease, but a general intolerance or allergy is not out of the question, I suppose. I’m on day 3. For the most part, I feel pretty good. Better, I think, than normal. Of course, I screwed the pooch last night when I threw some dry jack cheese into my polenta. I felt heavy and nauseous this morning, despite the lactaid pill I took with dinner.
I’m definitely hoping that wheat is not the problem. This, on top of my existing issues, would make me the dinner guest from hell. No dairy, unless it comes from sheep, goat, or water buffalo. No wheat. Seafood is okay. Meat… well… it depends on my mood, energy, the pull of the moon, whatever. My poor mother-in-law’s head would spin trying to feed me each Sunday.
I wanted to practice this morning, but I couldn’t fathom making it through my full practice without yakking, so I skipped to my second series poses right from standing. That’s always such a trip. I’ve decided I do like Bharadvajasana, despite the fact that I’m no good at it.
I drug my mat outside to the downstairs deck after Kapotasana, thinking that perhaps the railing would be just the right height for my knees to slide under for Supta Vajrasana, but no dice. (The couch is all the way upstairs now in the new house, as is our bedroom and my sometimes-adjuster husband, so I’ve been basically skipping that pose since we moved in.) I’ve got to figure something out… the bolster thing just doesn’t seem to work for me.
Finished outside, which was lovely… watching the sun rise and feeling it begin to warm up the hillside. Sure, the internal heat was gone by the time I finished my post-backbending paschimottanasana, but the sun on my shoulders in baddha padmasana made it all worth it.