I made it through lent without sugar and mostly without added sweeteners, too. I was one of only a few people who made it entirely through the lent fast. Though, I was getting kind of moody, and had pretty awful cravings by the end. I was really excited about Easter.
I am very proud of myself.
I lost 10 pounds over lent by cutting out all sugars (except for regular bread and honey). I promptly gained it all back. But, apparently I DO, in fact, have self-control.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Workout Two
Well, I woke up bright and early (before 7!) this morning, ate my apple and yogurt, had a glass of water, and headed out to the park with my new running shoes.
The shoes are Nike Air Pegasus 28, women's. They seem to have very good reviews online.
I completed my second workout and my first interval workout since starting this new attempt at fitness (note that I will not be saying thinness or loosing weight or any of those things that tend to send me into a panic attack of conditioned hopelessness).
I did 12 sets, 1 minute on, 1 minute of gasping, one minute off. Well, I joke, a little. Technically it was two minutes off, one minute on, with the "on" minute being roughly 85% effort as my goal was to avoid nausea and cramps. I also walked for a while before the sets, half way through the sets, and after the sets. The distance covered was roughly 3.8 miles in just about an hour (give or take 10 minutes, I wasn't watching my watch very closely). I also stretched quite thoroughly afterwards.
I drank a bottle of water during the work out.
At home I had a homemade strawberry yogurt pop, black/peppermint tea with almond milk and honey, and showered.
Summery of aches and what-not:
I don't have new blisters on top of the blisters I got from my old shoes on Monday so that is awesome. In fact I didn't really notice any of the soreness from my feet until the very end.
My big toes are a little sore but they were very sore and blistered on Monday so I don't know if that's left from the old shoes or from the new ones.
The pads of my feet aren't "comfortable" but they're not in pain like Monday.
My heels feel awesome.
My pinky toes went numb at first but got circulation back not too long after that.
So far my hips and knees feel fine. My ankle feels markedly better than Monday AND Tuesday, and doesn't appear to have been hurt more by running on it again.
I have some general soreness but that's not surprising.
My shins hurt, they feel like they've been kicked. They were hurting on Monday, they are hurting more today. I'm wondering if drinking more water, icing them, running on the grass, or all three are in order. Will watch how my shins feel.
The shoes felt funny and I sometimes felt like I was trying to keep from overpronating with them but that could just be the new shoes. The wear on my old shoes showed a little bit of underpronation.
The shoes are Nike Air Pegasus 28, women's. They seem to have very good reviews online.
I completed my second workout and my first interval workout since starting this new attempt at fitness (note that I will not be saying thinness or loosing weight or any of those things that tend to send me into a panic attack of conditioned hopelessness).
I did 12 sets, 1 minute on, 1 minute of gasping, one minute off. Well, I joke, a little. Technically it was two minutes off, one minute on, with the "on" minute being roughly 85% effort as my goal was to avoid nausea and cramps. I also walked for a while before the sets, half way through the sets, and after the sets. The distance covered was roughly 3.8 miles in just about an hour (give or take 10 minutes, I wasn't watching my watch very closely). I also stretched quite thoroughly afterwards.
I drank a bottle of water during the work out.
At home I had a homemade strawberry yogurt pop, black/peppermint tea with almond milk and honey, and showered.
Summery of aches and what-not:
I don't have new blisters on top of the blisters I got from my old shoes on Monday so that is awesome. In fact I didn't really notice any of the soreness from my feet until the very end.
My big toes are a little sore but they were very sore and blistered on Monday so I don't know if that's left from the old shoes or from the new ones.
The pads of my feet aren't "comfortable" but they're not in pain like Monday.
My heels feel awesome.
My pinky toes went numb at first but got circulation back not too long after that.
So far my hips and knees feel fine. My ankle feels markedly better than Monday AND Tuesday, and doesn't appear to have been hurt more by running on it again.
I have some general soreness but that's not surprising.
My shins hurt, they feel like they've been kicked. They were hurting on Monday, they are hurting more today. I'm wondering if drinking more water, icing them, running on the grass, or all three are in order. Will watch how my shins feel.
The shoes felt funny and I sometimes felt like I was trying to keep from overpronating with them but that could just be the new shoes. The wear on my old shoes showed a little bit of underpronation.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
And I am Back on the Wagon
I exercised two days ago, went and bought new shoes today after my old ones made my feet feel like they were being kicked, and I am ready to go!
New goal:
exercise, get into great shape. Try interval stuff this time.
Eat better, avoid sugar when possible.
loose roughly 4 pounds a month for the next year. End at or under 150, try to figure out true healthy weight from there, because I STRONGLY DOUBT that I will be able to maintain 150, particularly considering my weight history.
When I get under 180 go harass a nutritionist for tips to continue loosing weight
New things are nuts, home made fruit freeze pops, greek yogurt, fresh herbs, and quinoa.
Old things are fruits and veggie, fish, eggs, almond milk, tea, vinegar, oats, and low sugar.
New goal:
exercise, get into great shape. Try interval stuff this time.
Eat better, avoid sugar when possible.
loose roughly 4 pounds a month for the next year. End at or under 150, try to figure out true healthy weight from there, because I STRONGLY DOUBT that I will be able to maintain 150, particularly considering my weight history.
When I get under 180 go harass a nutritionist for tips to continue loosing weight
New things are nuts, home made fruit freeze pops, greek yogurt, fresh herbs, and quinoa.
Old things are fruits and veggie, fish, eggs, almond milk, tea, vinegar, oats, and low sugar.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Two days in
I ate a piece of cake today, and an oatmeal cookie.
Other than that I was good.
This morning my mother thought her cat was going to die and showed up here in town to take it to the vet. Luckily the cat didn't die. Not that I have a problem being nurturant, but this week is not good as I need to finish lesson plans.
Then this evening I met with some ladies from my church, one is loosing her job. I really repressed my normal ADD urge to blurt things out because I thought it was really important that she say everything she needed to say without being interrupted. It was really hard. Hard to hear and hard to repress.
After that and the morning I had this headache and a terrible craving for sugar. I knew that if I didn't get what I wanted I was going to eat everything I could get my hands on. Now the craving is gone, don't want any more.
Hopefully that will last for a few days.
Other than that I was good.
This morning my mother thought her cat was going to die and showed up here in town to take it to the vet. Luckily the cat didn't die. Not that I have a problem being nurturant, but this week is not good as I need to finish lesson plans.
Then this evening I met with some ladies from my church, one is loosing her job. I really repressed my normal ADD urge to blurt things out because I thought it was really important that she say everything she needed to say without being interrupted. It was really hard. Hard to hear and hard to repress.
After that and the morning I had this headache and a terrible craving for sugar. I knew that if I didn't get what I wanted I was going to eat everything I could get my hands on. Now the craving is gone, don't want any more.
Hopefully that will last for a few days.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
The Weight of the World on Us
You know, they say that loosing weight and regaining it is worse for you than simply maintaining a high weight. Funny, then, that the entire world indites you for your weight. I feel...an unending kind of guilt and worthlessness for never being able to reach weight. A kind of constant defamation of my character. I stopped cutting, I changed my entire mindset so that I am free from crippling depression and anxiety, I lived in a foreign country, I completed college, yet I have so little self control that I cannot stop eating enough to loose weight.
In England they call it "The War on Fat," but everyone knows what they mean is "The War on Fat People."
People post on web pages everything from "I don't like to hang around overweight people, it's just so unhealthy, you know. It's gross that they let themselves get like that," (and just "overweight"? I think, what is their definition of overweight, anything higher than a BMI of 25? Do they check people before they'll hang out with them, or are they so convinced of their discerning eye that they can tell .1% more fat on a female body?) to "It's truly disgusting, we should let them die, kill all the fatties and make the world a better place." Whether people want to believe it, whether it's ethical or moral or not, this is the way society thinks, it's how they've been trained. The war on fat across the world hasn't decreased the number of overweight and obese, but it has SEVERELY MARGINALIZED them. Anyone who is bigger, particularly and emphatically women who are larger, can attest to this. It's dehumanizing.
Tell me, when 90% of the population is overweight or obese (we're already pushing 70%), will you still claim it's merely a matter of self-control?
When I was in South Korea I exercised nearly every day. I hiked each week, and ran more than 5 miles in addition to weight training. I worked out about 2 hours 5 to 6 days a week (I say about 2 because some times I went over, sometimes it was only 1:50). I ate healthy Korean dishes and limited my intake of any sweet drink or treat and walked virtually everywhere I went. My lowest weight was 169 lbs. Then, in Europe, where I was despairing and decided to have fun, and ate everything I could get my hands on from beer and ice cream to sandwiches to the local delicacies, I dropped weight. How did I drop weight?
In addition, my lowest weight, and my fittest self, able to run five miles and do two dozen push-ups, endless crunches and squats, I still weighed 163lbs. Which, if I do have big bones, is 8 pounds higher than the highest I should weigh, and still puts me in the category of "overweight and obese" that is the "plague" on today's society. And, if I don't have big bones, is 13 pounds more than the highest weight I ought to weigh. When I was on Crew at Murray State my lowest weight was 169 lbs. ON CREW. How young was I? 18, 19, 20, how much was I working out? 12+ hours a week. Plus, I had no car, so I was also walking. If, at 19, I was not able to reach a "healthy" weight, despite being an NCAA athlete, what hope do I have?
And yet, I will always be indited for my weight. Everyone who sees me will assume my character is visibly and, literally, fatally flawed.
What bothers me more is to see people who are of a "normal" weight eating the things that I should be refusing myself. How come they get to go to the ice cream shop? How come they get to eat cake? How come they get to drink sweet tea? How come they get to wear flattering clothes? Their bodies do not betray them, their bodies to not stigmatize them, but mine does.
I once knew a girl who ate no sugar, just honey. She was fatter than I was. And yet the idea wasn't entirely flawed.
I went off all sugar for lent and lost 7 lbs. I have decided to do this again, but to include exercising.
My present weight is 193 on a good day, but generally 195. Even for me it is not a weight I am comfortable with.
I also go into this despairing, not because I do not think I can be healthy, not because I do not think I have value, but because I do not believe whether I'm "healthy" or not will change how people perceive me. I will always be "overweight" and that is how strangers and health care professionals will see me first; as a disease caused by character failure, as a social problem, and maybe, if I'm lucky, as a person.
In England they call it "The War on Fat," but everyone knows what they mean is "The War on Fat People."
People post on web pages everything from "I don't like to hang around overweight people, it's just so unhealthy, you know. It's gross that they let themselves get like that," (and just "overweight"? I think, what is their definition of overweight, anything higher than a BMI of 25? Do they check people before they'll hang out with them, or are they so convinced of their discerning eye that they can tell .1% more fat on a female body?) to "It's truly disgusting, we should let them die, kill all the fatties and make the world a better place." Whether people want to believe it, whether it's ethical or moral or not, this is the way society thinks, it's how they've been trained. The war on fat across the world hasn't decreased the number of overweight and obese, but it has SEVERELY MARGINALIZED them. Anyone who is bigger, particularly and emphatically women who are larger, can attest to this. It's dehumanizing.
Tell me, when 90% of the population is overweight or obese (we're already pushing 70%), will you still claim it's merely a matter of self-control?
When I was in South Korea I exercised nearly every day. I hiked each week, and ran more than 5 miles in addition to weight training. I worked out about 2 hours 5 to 6 days a week (I say about 2 because some times I went over, sometimes it was only 1:50). I ate healthy Korean dishes and limited my intake of any sweet drink or treat and walked virtually everywhere I went. My lowest weight was 169 lbs. Then, in Europe, where I was despairing and decided to have fun, and ate everything I could get my hands on from beer and ice cream to sandwiches to the local delicacies, I dropped weight. How did I drop weight?
In addition, my lowest weight, and my fittest self, able to run five miles and do two dozen push-ups, endless crunches and squats, I still weighed 163lbs. Which, if I do have big bones, is 8 pounds higher than the highest I should weigh, and still puts me in the category of "overweight and obese" that is the "plague" on today's society. And, if I don't have big bones, is 13 pounds more than the highest weight I ought to weigh. When I was on Crew at Murray State my lowest weight was 169 lbs. ON CREW. How young was I? 18, 19, 20, how much was I working out? 12+ hours a week. Plus, I had no car, so I was also walking. If, at 19, I was not able to reach a "healthy" weight, despite being an NCAA athlete, what hope do I have?
And yet, I will always be indited for my weight. Everyone who sees me will assume my character is visibly and, literally, fatally flawed.
What bothers me more is to see people who are of a "normal" weight eating the things that I should be refusing myself. How come they get to go to the ice cream shop? How come they get to eat cake? How come they get to drink sweet tea? How come they get to wear flattering clothes? Their bodies do not betray them, their bodies to not stigmatize them, but mine does.
I once knew a girl who ate no sugar, just honey. She was fatter than I was. And yet the idea wasn't entirely flawed.
I went off all sugar for lent and lost 7 lbs. I have decided to do this again, but to include exercising.
My present weight is 193 on a good day, but generally 195. Even for me it is not a weight I am comfortable with.
I also go into this despairing, not because I do not think I can be healthy, not because I do not think I have value, but because I do not believe whether I'm "healthy" or not will change how people perceive me. I will always be "overweight" and that is how strangers and health care professionals will see me first; as a disease caused by character failure, as a social problem, and maybe, if I'm lucky, as a person.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Weight
I seem to have leveled out at about 183. Which is about 11 pounds over a weight that I'm comfortable with. I know that in the past I've leveled out at around 185 and it usually takes some exceptionally bad eating to push it over that or some hard core exercises to drop it. I'm still out walking a few times a week and I am fairly conscientious about the quality of what I eat. However, I haven't been gauging the quantity at all, and my work outs are not 5 days a week and are usually more about getting air than pushing myself past my limits.
I find this whole thing unfortunate.
I see myself in the mirror and I'm a bit disgusted. (you see, unlike all those news articles or forum posts where people say that overweight people see themselves as thinner than they are, I do not suffer from that affliction. I see every roll of fat, every pimple, every spot, ever celulite dimple in HD clarity). At my lowest weight, 163, I was working out for an hour or two (cardio and weights) 6 days a week and watching what I ate. I was still overweight.
What is it worth? I gain no attention either way; it doesn't benefit me.
If I have no children and no loving husband why live a long healthy life? I'd rather die in a hospital a few years after my parents pass than alone in a nursing facility after decades of being alone.
Do it for yourself? For what? So I can get a better job? Oh, I was in pretty good shape (working out 5 days a week for an hour or more, running 3.5 miles) during my first few interviews, and I'd only been out of work for a month or two. Did it help? Nope!
Do it so I'll feel better? Uh, not really. Every time I loose weight I become obsessed with my body and food. It's like loosing weight is an active every hour of every day admitance that I find myself unacceptable and it takes a massive toll on my emotional strength and stability. My body may feel better, but I cry at the drop of a pin.
No, we work out for other people. Without other people, it's a wasted effort, a sweeping of the ocean.
I find this whole thing unfortunate.
I see myself in the mirror and I'm a bit disgusted. (you see, unlike all those news articles or forum posts where people say that overweight people see themselves as thinner than they are, I do not suffer from that affliction. I see every roll of fat, every pimple, every spot, ever celulite dimple in HD clarity). At my lowest weight, 163, I was working out for an hour or two (cardio and weights) 6 days a week and watching what I ate. I was still overweight.
What is it worth? I gain no attention either way; it doesn't benefit me.
If I have no children and no loving husband why live a long healthy life? I'd rather die in a hospital a few years after my parents pass than alone in a nursing facility after decades of being alone.
Do it for yourself? For what? So I can get a better job? Oh, I was in pretty good shape (working out 5 days a week for an hour or more, running 3.5 miles) during my first few interviews, and I'd only been out of work for a month or two. Did it help? Nope!
Do it so I'll feel better? Uh, not really. Every time I loose weight I become obsessed with my body and food. It's like loosing weight is an active every hour of every day admitance that I find myself unacceptable and it takes a massive toll on my emotional strength and stability. My body may feel better, but I cry at the drop of a pin.
No, we work out for other people. Without other people, it's a wasted effort, a sweeping of the ocean.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Well, I have the flu
That's right, four hours of sleep last night and a long day later I have a temperature of 100F, nausea, a headache, and sore skin. And this while my brother is recovering from surgery and I'm supposed to be looking out for him. Lucky me (but not really). Why does illness have such poor timing?
Guess I won't be excercising for the next couple days.
On a lighter note, I went to end my membership to Urban Active (a second time, in all the pre-surgery crazyness I lost the info she they handed me the first time). This time I went to the offices and when I told them I had no job and they would soon be charging an empty bank account they were suprisingly willing to end my membership with only minimal cancelation fees. I was expecting them to charge an extra month and a cancelation fee. Apparently I can also continue to go through October. Sweet.
Guess I won't be excercising for the next couple days.
On a lighter note, I went to end my membership to Urban Active (a second time, in all the pre-surgery crazyness I lost the info she they handed me the first time). This time I went to the offices and when I told them I had no job and they would soon be charging an empty bank account they were suprisingly willing to end my membership with only minimal cancelation fees. I was expecting them to charge an extra month and a cancelation fee. Apparently I can also continue to go through October. Sweet.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Salt and Me
Salt is clearly my nemisis. I need to eat less of it. A lot less. Blaaahhhh. Boo, salt, why do you taste so delicious?
Salt may actually account for weight gain as much as sugar, as more often obesity is seen as long term inflamation. ( I got that from some article I read ages ago)
Salt may actually account for weight gain as much as sugar, as more often obesity is seen as long term inflamation. ( I got that from some article I read ages ago)
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Having a Gallbladder Sucks or Why I Will Never be on Man Vs. Food
Yesterday I ate potato chips. Have I mentioned that I hate potato chips? Not only are they fake, but they're high in calories and non-existent in nutrients. It was the first time I had more than a single serving of potato chips in over...5 months? I also had a piece of fried chicken (I can't even remember the last time I ate that), a serving of Ben and Jerry's vanilla ice cream, two candy canes, and six blueberry muffins. It's not even like I like muffins that much, or chips, and fried things make me want to gag. I'm fairly certain it's the most junk food I've had in a singe sitting in over a year. I woke up and my stomach was hurting a big, ate an apple and a blueberry muffin and that was it.
Gallbladder attack. The first in over a year. I hate American food.
It started out like heart burn, but the pain spread out into my back and crawled down my spine. I noticed my stomach was swollen as well and I couldn't see any definition (I may not be a skinny chick but I can probably kick your butt in the Captain's Chair). As the pain went my sides and stomach started to swell more and my intestines hurt. It didn't start like the last gallbladder attack I had (or it may have but I was asleep). Luckily I'm staying at my mother's house today with my sister and she had some gallbladder meds. I took them right away and only had to deal with about 15 minutes of that pain that freezes your spine and turns your breath into short little pants.
Now, I'm in fairly good shape. I usually eat very very well. My family considers me a food and exercise example (my brother might be more of an exercise example but he eats what he wants when he wants, and doesn't have a bad gallbladder).
Why haven't you gotten yours out?" You might ask. Well, firstly my sister got hers out and she has explosive diarrhea every time she eats anything with fat. I like not pooping all over myself, thanks. Also, I don't normally have problems with my gallbladder and considering the stressers from this week I think they contributed to it significantly. Third, do you have the money to get my gallbladder out? Because I'm a girl without a job and that means any insurance I technically have is only there because I haven't tried to use it. But, hey, you want to drop some $5000 dollars for me to get that pesky gallbladder out? Feel free.
Anyway, after that I went to sleep and woke up with a migraine. The light's felt like strobe lights or spot lights or something really harsh and blinding and I was crazy dizzy. I went back to sleep; it was the only reasonable thing to do when my stomach, while not feeling like it was about to spill open and drop my bleeding guts on the floor, still hurt. Now I'm alright, but tender, and my spine feels like the joints are stiff.
So, I see this as a wake up call. I need to drop back down to my 1300 calories a day thing, because I can't do 1500, it ends up being 1800 or 2000 (or like yesterday, gosh, 2000+, ick)
Yep, and that's why I'll never be on Man Vs. Food. Oh, but what fun would that be.
It started out like heart burn, but the pain spread out into my back and crawled down my spine. I noticed my stomach was swollen as well and I couldn't see any definition (I may not be a skinny chick but I can probably kick your butt in the Captain's Chair). As the pain went my sides and stomach started to swell more and my intestines hurt. It didn't start like the last gallbladder attack I had (or it may have but I was asleep). Luckily I'm staying at my mother's house today with my sister and she had some gallbladder meds. I took them right away and only had to deal with about 15 minutes of that pain that freezes your spine and turns your breath into short little pants.
Now, I'm in fairly good shape. I usually eat very very well. My family considers me a food and exercise example (my brother might be more of an exercise example but he eats what he wants when he wants, and doesn't have a bad gallbladder).
Why haven't you gotten yours out?" You might ask. Well, firstly my sister got hers out and she has explosive diarrhea every time she eats anything with fat. I like not pooping all over myself, thanks. Also, I don't normally have problems with my gallbladder and considering the stressers from this week I think they contributed to it significantly. Third, do you have the money to get my gallbladder out? Because I'm a girl without a job and that means any insurance I technically have is only there because I haven't tried to use it. But, hey, you want to drop some $5000 dollars for me to get that pesky gallbladder out? Feel free.
Anyway, after that I went to sleep and woke up with a migraine. The light's felt like strobe lights or spot lights or something really harsh and blinding and I was crazy dizzy. I went back to sleep; it was the only reasonable thing to do when my stomach, while not feeling like it was about to spill open and drop my bleeding guts on the floor, still hurt. Now I'm alright, but tender, and my spine feels like the joints are stiff.
So, I see this as a wake up call. I need to drop back down to my 1300 calories a day thing, because I can't do 1500, it ends up being 1800 or 2000 (or like yesterday, gosh, 2000+, ick)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Hooha Health: or Eat for your Vagina
In addition I'm a virgin, which clearly excludes me from most conversations centered around the nethers. I was under the distinct impression that my vajayjay was supposed to be in stasis until "used". Like the hymen as a zip-lock seal. So, every time I got a yeast infection or felt uncomfortable down there it would send me into a spiral of confused panic. How could this happen? I'm a virgin. Virgins don't have vagina problems. Sex makes vagina problems. I don't have sex! I was also concerned that there was something deficient about me. Apparently, naturally and without information, a virgin is expected to know how to take care of and keep up her vagina, but I didn't. I was really afraid I might have accidentally ruined it, or broken it, and then when it came time to use it it wouldn't work, like a machine that rusted because you didn't care for it properly. An episode of Private Practice where a virgin gets married but basically she broke her vagina by having untreated infections and has to get horrible painful shots before she can have sex did not help my fear.
Unfortunately I've had itchiness down there almost non-stop since my period started when I was, oh, about 12 years old.
Lately, mostly since the Korean health insurance I had decided to label a yeast infection as an STD I've been particularly paranoid.
I finally came to the conclusion that I get some kind of nonspecific vaginitis, and/or I'm super sensitive down there, since yeast infection meds didn't seem to be working. Heck, I could be wrong, but who's going to tell me? Not you. Of course not you. And since we're on the subject of things not specified, what is a "fish odor" that is supposed to be the indicator of an infection? There are a lot of different fish and they smell differently. Raw fish or cooked? Shellfish or vertebrates? Fried or grilled? What if it smells kind of coppery or just strongly? And the three times I've been to the GYN they didn't really have anything to say. Though, granted, I was terrified, and fairly traumatized by the whole experience (really, years of "only the man you marry should touch you there, you shouldn't even masturbate or take too much fun in washing yourself," and I'm supposed to be okay with someone feeling around, painfully, inside my lady parts?), so maybe they thought I was exaggerating.
In my research (because I'm good at researching, it's something I do) I ran across this website: Beautiful Cervix Project
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| image from Beautiful Cervix Project. Go look at their site |
I was very impressed. I'd never seen that before and even in all my thinking and over-thinking I'd never thought that systematically or in depth about that part of my body.
My gosh, I was even in the Vagina Monologues and we never discussed anything like this (frankly, the vagina monologues could be summed up in "period, period, vagina, touchy, rape, sex, vagina, vagina, vagina, ha." Not a lot of in depth helpful info in it). I didn't realize that it was ok for the look/color/texture of what came out of me to change. When it did I always worried there was something wrong. They didn't cover this in sex ed. I can't remember them covering much of anything in sex-ed.
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| poster from the Vagina Monologues. No, no one gets nekkid. |
After that it got the gears and cogs in my head turning. Maybe there was more to this than I thought. And, frankly, I didn't want to go to the GYN unless I thought I might be dying (you know, since going makes me want to die that would really be the only fitting time).
I discovered that the vagina benefits from what you eat.
For example Apple Cider Vinegar and yogurt (it's not just your digestion that is helped).
Folic acid can also help.
As can eating garlic and drinking thyme tea, which both have antibiotic abilities.
Also, eating probiotics especially for the vagina can help
As can vitamin E and Boric acid.
Apparently tea tree oil can help too.
Since learning this I've started drinking a bit of apple cider vinegar every day as well as taking a folic acid dietary supplement, eating a half cup of plain yogurt, drinking thyme tea and rinsing my girly-bits with a diluted mixture of water and vinegar in the shower.
My girly-parts have never felt better.
Now, if only someone had told me this years ago.
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