Weird things

Healing can be a perplexing puzzle. Someonetimes one feels better when they heal, sometimes, until health is achieved, one feels worse.

Recently I vacationed in Costa Rica. During that time, I felt great, for the most part, slept deeply, and was energetic, optimistic, and focused, or at least without the great usual cacophany of symptoms that I regularly deal with. It wasn't exaclty ballons and strippers, but it was certainly a goed feeling. I ate many small protien meals a day, and ate with W in restaruants at night. I surfed a great deal.

But, as these things seem to happen, the step forward was met with two backwards. I was knocked flat within days of returning. My symptoms seemed to return, and I have been in a bit of a brain fog since then. The hypoglycemia seemed all but totally out of control (needing to eat every 2 hours, and even then, my guts felt like they were inflammed all day long). My, and this is going to get a little personal, constipation returned. Not square one mind you, but not the square I was on.

What happened?

Well, I had a theory. When I was in Costa Rica, I was high energy, eating a lot, drinking coffee and generally just going until I fell down. My body found the resources to do this, but on my return, there were bills to pay. If you have read this, or even if you have not, you might recall a rough unifying theory behind my recovery. One of the driving pillars of this is a zinc copper imbalance, which lead to compromised digestion, gut flora imbalances, and adrenal burnout, to name a few.

My adrenal glands used to be so low that even climbing a single set of stairs left me winded. I would get to the top and need to lie down. They would ache. Adrenal glands are necessary to regulate blood sugar. My blood sugar was then worse than now. Once it dropped so low I passed out on a street in NYC.

My adrenal glands are a favorite pastime of mine. I feed them relaxation, and nutrients, and await their revitalization. This is the reason I began meditation, then auto-hypnosis, now more traditional transcendentalism.

So last week, with mom in town, and late bedtimes and lots of stress, perhaps the adrenal glands were just comprimised.

But there is more. In fact, an interesting development. It pains to to tell you that as a 31 year old, I find my own bodily functions interesting in this regard, but I am far past embarrassment now. I can speak about bodily fluids and processes with a vigor only a senior citizen can muster.

So I went, with W, to Newport this weekend. We took a hotel room and we saw the town. we went out to eat dinner at restaurants. On Sunday night, I ate desert. I never do. I do not even like sweet things. But that night, I decided to eat it. And I decided to eat a lot of it. Imagine my surprise when the next day, my hypoglycemia did not kick in until 5, and even then mildly, and even then, it was easy to get out of it. Why would that be.

I am currently reading an article on Copper and Zinc in the most recent issue of the Weston A Price foundation's quarterly circular. The author reaches the same conclusion as I have in the past when I have noticed that after a night of "breaking the rules" and eating sugar, I feel better: that the flora die off is halted when the gut yeasts are fed sugar, and for a short time, I feel better while the flora is not receding. I guess the major flaw in this theory has always been the time line, in my case 8 years, but the author's experience with returning die off is much longer than mine, and while she may not be right, she makes a convincing case.

So, for the time being, I will eat cleanly, and note whether the symptoms return witha vengeance, as I suspect they will, in a few days.

Hope you are all well.