Wellness: Cheetah Print

For many years I have struggled with my health and wellness. From the outside I am put together, fit and “well”. The reality is that I have struggled. I have strugged with skin conditions, hormone inbalances, immune suppression, and digestive problems. I have spent close to $10,000 on testing, medications, doctor visitis and supplements. I have had all sorts of  diagnoses: gluten intollerance (which was then negated), candida, allergy to the female hormones, PMDD, high recommendation that I do not have children, and the list goes on.

About 5 years ago I was sick of everything and I quit going to doctors all together. I take care of myself and I figured my body would eventually just balance.

I experience highs, lows, frustration, saddness and insecurities. These are all symptoms you can’t see. From the time I was 12, I had a never ending menstrual cycle. To this day my hormones are all over the place, so I’ve chosen to go with an IUD.  Even with this, I still experience a cycle.

This year I have gone down the path of working to heal my life and try different experiements. My goal is to optimize my human performance in the gym and in my every day life. Personal development school, hiring coaches, trying new doctors and all sorts of things to live as long and as healhty as possible.

I can tell my gut health is not the best and I am consuming soemthing my body is adverse to because I have what I call “Cheetah Print”. You can see in this picture. There are some spots on my neck and chest. I call this my cheetah print.

The cheetah print covers most of my body. It changes colors depending on the time of year, the clothes I wear and things I eat. I’ve had them on and off most of my life. If I do a Candida cleanse, they can go away but that’s just as awful three months of just eating green beans, clay and protein.

I also recently learned that this is hereditary, a few of my aunts also have cheetah print. I’m lucky right now that it has not spread to my face. I do a lot of skin care because I have acne.

I experience a lot of anxiety and insecurities because of the spots. Ego sometimes takes over the human form and I just want the outside to match the inside.

I realize that the root cause is likely something I’m consuming. Now I and this platform are going on the journey of research, experiments and progress.

Here goes everything.

And so it is.

Hairball on the street

I picked up my cat, Moo, from my mom’s house in Wisconsin on Monday. (Mom had been cat-sitting while i was traveling and being crazy busy for the past two months). This persistent, 7lbs, 13 year old cat demands that the temperature of the car is 72 degrees and she must sit in the driver’s lap. This makes for a furry and long car ride. Other than these two demands she is not too bad of a travel companion.

I was driving to the middle of IL to pick up some tables that one of my staff purchased. It was about 50 minutes out of my way and it would have been over 3 hours one way for her.

I am about to pull into the house of this woman that had the tables when all of a sudden Moo begins to make “the hairball sound”. Any cat parent knows this sound. I knew I had about 15 seconds to figure something out.

All of a sudden I begin to panic because I have nothing in arms reach for her to puke on besides myself and I was not fond of the idea of being covered in cat puke right before I meet the woman I am buying tables from or for the duration of my trip. I am in the middle of a country road, surrounded by corn fields and a few houses.

I stop my car in the middle of the street, whip open the door, swing my legs out the door and plant my feet on the ground while seated in the car. I place Moo in the middle of the street between my feet and let her puke. With 1 hand on either side of her I start giggling at the fact that now there is cat puke/hairball in the middle of this street. Some random dog is gonna have a weird snack later.

1 hairball later, I placed Moo back into my lap and we continued on our way to get the tables.