When the gods close a door, they open a cookie jar

3 Dec

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You all know I am kind of a health nut, right?

For two weeks, I did some sort of random detox regime that was supposed to somewhat relieve the stress on my gall bladder (I have a big gallstone called Hans). Basically it said to avoid all sugars and grains and red meats and corn and most dairy. I did it, and my gall bladder felt better.

Something I did not expect was that, once I started reintroducing grains and sugars, my joints started hurting. Or rather, they started hurting again. I had not even noticed the pain being gone – most of the time it is just a minor nuisance kept in check with fish oil capsules. But after a Sunday spent baking (and eating) cookies and going through our holiday snack bag, I sat in the office on Monday and noticed that my fingers were hurting. Again. And when I went up and down the stairs for the umpteenth time, my knees acted up.

Seems like I have some kind of inflammation going on in my body. I am a 32-year-old halfway busy female. Guess that number is the calculated average of my mental age (4) and my miraculously older body. ^^

Anyway, now I probably have to stay away from grains and sugars for longer. Which does not bother me too much, except for the fact that it is marchpane-and-cookies-and-chocolate season. Couldn’t that have waited until after the holidays? But I prefer not hurting while I sit at the computer typing for sometimes more than ten hours per day. Just have to find a balance between mental satisfaction and physical well-being, and maybe dive into more household remedies for aging bodies.

The physical stuff is the only thing so far that sucks about growing older.

And I still have baking orgies planned for the coming weekends. If I can’t eat everything myself, I’ll just have to share.

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One Response to “When the gods close a door, they open a cookie jar”

  1. magalyguerrero December 6, 2014 at 12:51 pm #

    Not hurting is a healthy state of affairs for the mind and the gut. I was very upset that I couldn’t have chili for Halloween, but like you, I opted for not spending the next few days after the chili hating life.

    Hm… I could have swore I already answered to this post. Then again, I probably just stared at the cookies and forgot to write the words.

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