I Dream of Coffee

Hi I’m Rakhi and I’m a recovering coffee addict lover. There’s nothing I don’t like about coffee, except maybe for the fact that it makes me sick:( If you read my first post on how I jumpstarted my recovery to good health by doing a  detox, you’ll know that coffee was one of those items on the ‘break up with these foods’ list and it was one of the hardest breakups I’ve ever had to face. I’ve never cried over a guy, but I have for coffee. And cake. I still dream of cake too. 

In the beginning of my elimination diet, giving up coffee wasn’t that bad since I liked it for the taste rather than needing it for the caffeine. I felt great, my GI issues went away, my allergies were clearing, and I had all the energy I needed from fruits. But once I introduced it back into my diet, it was like giving candy to a baby. The initial few moments were great, I felt the rush and I wanted more…and then came the crash and the bloating and the joint pains a few days later. I was in denial. I was convinced it was something else I had eaten causing my symptoms to come back again. So I switched from sugar to stevia, and went for an all-natural creamer and that seemed to help. But then I started drinking a cup a day and it became pretty obvious, too much coffee made me sick.

In the beginning I was devastated. No more hot White Mocha Breve’s during fall and winters? A lifetime of summers without Iced Coffees? How was I going to deal? I tried coffee again, because well sometimes, like in any relationship you have to keep working at it to make it work, and I still loved coffee, and I was hoping coffee still loved me back; and it did. Turns out I’m intolerant to coffee in large amounts, but drinking one cup a week won’t make me utterly ill.

Being in great health to me isn’t about having to make great sacrifices but just slight compromises. Being in good health means I can still put on my William Ackerman playlist while I do yoga sun salutations without having my wrists ache. It means walking down to the farmer’s market on a Sunday and coming home to make a great nutritious meal with my family while winding down to some wine. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice taste for health and it’s ok to cheat every once in a while because at the end of the day you deserve what makes you happy.

This post is part of the Daily Post Weekly Writing Challege: Fit to Write

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She Believed She Could, So She Did

First pin on my Inspiration Board

First pin on my Inspiration Board

I remember a time when I was younger, when I thought I had all the answers. I laid my life out almost to a tee and had confidence in the direction I wanted to head in. When I was 5 I wanted to be a singer. When I was 8 I wanted to be a teacher. When I was 10 I wanted to be a doctor and when I turned 12 I was cast in a school play as Juliet and from that moment on I was determined to be an actress. As I got older acting, singing, and dancing became more recreational and eventually no longer became a part of my life. I would drag my dad to Manhattan to take me to auditions or that in high school I sang in a choir at Disney  during Christmases.

 So after I let that part of my life go I turned my life to my books. I went to college and majored in Anthropology and became a pre-med student. Every semester I had room for one elective class, and somehow I’d always find myself gravitating towards Theatre. I eventually took enough Theatre classes as electives and had enough credits for a minor. Ha whoops! The more Anthropology and Theatre classes I took the more I loved them and the less I liked my pre-med classes. It was during my 3rd year in college that I opted to postpone taking my entrance exams. This was also the year my health began to worsen and I really needed some time to think and get better before I made such a big decision.

 I found myself asking the questions we all do at some point in our lives: “Is this what I really want to do?” “Where do I want to go in my life?” “What is the right path for me?” and then I realized I wasn’t going to find those answers if I kept asking them. Life keeps going whether you know the answers or not. It’s scary not knowing which direction the wind will blow you, but find comfort in the fact that you have to just go. Just keep going and believe you can. Even if life doesn’t turn out as your 5-year-old self planned, sometimes life is just meant to be a winding road, so enjoy the scenery, and when you’ve find the place to stop, you’ll know.

Weekly Writing Challenge: I Remember