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I used to make fun of natural health fans. Then I became one.
My love of seltzer BURNS.
Making fun of health nuts used to be a hobby for me. But to be fair, I live in one of the more ridiculous “havens” for them.
Seriously, I live in a city where people put nutritional yeast on pizza. Gluten-free beer is standard in every bar. If you drink a regular Coke, it better be Mexican and made with real sugar or else you’re going to get the stink eye.
For years, I rebelled against this. I’m from a rather blue collar background. The idea of worshipping your own body to the point of excess seemed self absorbed. Weren’t there better things to do with your day? With your life?
But then I took a step back and realized something: I had no idea how to actually take care of myself.
If I wanted to be good to myself, I was doing things that were actually bad for me. Skipping exercise. Drinking alcohol that was full of sugar. Eating a lot of sugar in general.
My body didn’t like it at all. I wasn’t dehabilitatingly overweight or sick. But I generally felt like shit a lot of the time.
My PMDD, as always, provided a good indicator. My emotions were regularly all over the place. Regularly, and when I was a werewolf. I couldn’t linger and focus on my…
