rawlife’s BodyBlog

  I’m heading back to the States for a week.  My grandmother is on her last days-she’s the last of my grandparents and she’s actually pretty ready to go.  At least, she’s told us as much over the last year or so.  Real special lady, basically lived for her husband, real old school.  And she loved it, that was her life and it was the way it was supposed to be.  He died 4 years ago after 50 years of marraige, 8 of her 9 siblings are gone, and many of her friends are gone.  I’m trying to see this as a good thing.  She’s going home, I can accept that, and I told her that.  So I should be on a plane within the next day or two back to Chicago.  -while I’m there, I think I’ll HIT it up as I haven’t done in quite some time.

   I’ve been working out regularly, enjoying it somewhat, and making some good progress. Haven’t had a real HIT workout in a while though.  Miss it.  Last time I did one, I was on high for days.  Miss that.  The back thing is what’s really been on my mind in regards to working out.  Actually, just being a fully functional human being again.  You all know that by now I guess.  My adventure was somewhat tough on the back, way too much sitting on busses and planes, so I had some catch up work to do when I got back.  Although, I have to admit, it’s still better than when I left. I definitely worked out while I was there and did a lot of stretching.  Stretching and deep tissue are the only things that can really get me out of immediate pain.  I have had all sorts of ideas on how to expediate the process and, for the most part, they have failed miserably-including my last one that I should get an adjustment from my napprapat, Frida, before my workout in an attempt to strengthen the musculature while it was sitting pretty, everything in the right place.  I was actually warned not to do that by my last chiro and I have had no success with it in the past but I figured I would try it again and it just made things worse-had to do a lot of Ingid exercises to work out those kinks.  Good thing I didn’t lose any money on it though; Frida dear gave me that one on the house.  Great Success! 

    In other news, as I’ve already mentioned, I think experimenting on myself is always the best way to figure life out.  The state my stomach is in right now is a clear indication that drinking 6-8 week old homemade kombucha with your own homemade bacterial culture is not a good idea.  I had this cool idea, which I still think is a cool idea, that instead of paying a grip on probiotics I could actually make my own awesome super probiotic for almost no money if I took a great store bought probiotic, dumped it in some kombucha minus the kombucha culture and fed it sugar.  Of course, I got a fermented probiotic drink.  Although, I don’t really have a good way of finding out if my finished product is just an amplified version of my initial ingredient or some mutant killing me from the inside out.  Let’s hope not because I’ve been drinking it for months.  No blindness or hair growing on my palms yet.

   Last, I added a ton of adventure pics to my site, so give’em a look if you feel like it.

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