tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7032637816011008312024-03-04T23:10:01.507-09:00the after 30 part...Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-35340605436668790042022-05-12T20:07:00.001-08:002022-05-12T20:07:05.048-08:00<p>Hey readers!</p><p>I have a new website. If you are interested in reading all things health and wellness, hop on over to <a href="https://www.colebeecoaching.com/">https://www.colebeecoaching.com/</a>. If you click <a href="https://www.colebeecoaching.com/find-honey-here">here,</a> you can read more posts! You can also follow me on IG at <a href="https://www.instagram.com/iamcolebee/" target="_blank">@Iamcolebee</a>.</p><p>Thank you for stopping by!</p><p>XO,</p><p>Cole</p>Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-1828658291866186182017-02-06T14:02:00.000-09:002017-03-26T20:23:09.752-08:00Day 11! Detox Done Ubud, Bali<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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11 days, 10 nights, 0 food. 11 lbs lost, 11 friends gained, and a basket full of new knowledge to bring home. People always ask about my experience here, and it isn't something I can put into a few sentences, let alone even finding the right words. Every trip has been different. Every detox a new lesson learned. In order to know what happens here, to understand this process, you have to go through it yourself. And even then, your experience will be totally different than mine.<br />
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This morning we broke our fast with a lovely bowl of papaya. Lovely because it was in star and heart shapes, just for that extra touch of love. We went around the table and shared what we felt was our major high. The consensus of everyone was that the group was the highlight. You know how there is always that one person in the group that either doesn't want to be there, or two people don't get along, or someone is just flat out annoying... well not in this group. Everyone was supportive, holding space for one another, and genuinely caring. It really makes a difference when you have a group like that. Thanks new friends!<br />
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This entire trip has been rain, except the last few days. The beach was calling my name. NIH is the best in that they just supply a driver for me, and off I was to <a href="http://www.bali-indonesia.com/sanur/" target="_blank">Sanur beach</a> for a few hours. I didn't do much there, literally sat outside a cafe, ate some lunch, swam, walked around a bit, and went back to Ubud. It was perfect 3 hours.</div>
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I finished my last day off having dinner at Soma with Ema, John, and Nicole. I had Mini Gado Gado Rolls, basically vegetables wrapped in cabbage. Nicole and I ventured out for some evening shopping and had the best time. Anything for the last sale, we were getting some major steals! The Balinese believe a sale is good luck, so if they haven't had many sales that day, they will sell it to you for nearly free. We were getting sarongs for $2, and Bali pants for $4! Cheap! The ladies would then take the money, and smack the merchandise and bless it, hoping for more sales.<br />
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PS. I passed a ton of gall stones this morning. LOADS. I feel lighter.<br />
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PPS. Thanks friends for reading these little day blogs. I hope you felt inspired to get out of your box and try something new, or at least think about what you eat for your own health. Remember, you are what you eat (or absorb), and if you change your expectations into appreciations, your whole world will change. </div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-60999137286943067922017-02-05T23:05:00.001-09:002017-02-05T23:08:16.521-09:00Day 10 of 11 Letter Burning CeremonyTomorrow we break the cleanse. Today was no shakes, but only juice, water, tea, and broth. This was because we were doing the Liver Flush. At 2pm and 4pm we take these herbs, then at 6pm, an epson salt shot, and 8pm, a lime juice/oil concoction (tasted like salad dressing). Immediately following the 8pm oil drink, you lay down on your right side, so that your liver gets coated. In the morning you do an enema and look for the gall stones.<br />
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So because we weren't doing shakes, it made for a mellow day. I had my colonic. I went to Gaia, the same place I went to in 2015. I felt their bed side manner was better than Cacoon. The nurse there said that I didn't have a lot coming out, but that is normal for someone who has detoxed three times, and eats a clean diet. She also said I was gassy. HA! Like I didn't know that Lady. I fart in my sleep for goodness sake!<br />
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Tonight, to have a final release of letting go, the group had a Letter Burning Ceremony. We wrote letters to whoever we chose, whether that be ourselves, family, exes, fear, the unknown, and then we burn then. It's a beautiful ceremony, especially at the end of the detox. I have attached pictures to explain some of the process.<br />
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After the blessings, each person then gives three offerings to the Gods. You put the offerings into the fire; rice, flower petals, and..... Honestly, I wasn't sure what the other thing was, and I wasn't about to raise my hand and ask. Then Mada prays for you, as you meditate on your ancestors. You put your letters into the fire, and continue to meditate as the Gods take them away. Afterward, we all take some of the ash with tongs and put it in a coconut. There is a river next to our retreat that we emptied the ashes into, so that they are taken out to sea. Isn't that awesome!?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mada and I after ceremony. This man is a jack of all trades.<br />
He is building his own home, has many degrees, and just knows<br />
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-72304175155962874872017-02-04T15:20:00.002-09:002017-02-04T15:20:46.658-09:00Day 9 of 11THE SUN CAME OUT! What a difference a little sunshine makes. We started our morning with a lovely walk. Good conversation and beautiful scenery, makes for one amazing hour on your feet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rice Fields</td></tr>
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<br />Afterward, we headed to our last Steam & Sauna. I did three sessions of sauna and cold pool, and then went and got a sun burn, literally. It was glorious.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red Dragonflies are rare to see.<br />Read <a href="http://anniehorkan.com/red-dragonfly-symbolism-transformation-death/" target="_blank">here</a> about them.</td></tr>
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No workshops today, so in the afternoon I went and did some shopping. I stopped by a cafe called Habitat, which is near the monkey forest. I got a juice there, but was sitting next to two men eating Pad Thai. The smell alone made my stomach grumble. I seriously had the devil on one shoulder, and angel on the other thing going on in my head.<br />
Devil: "Do you smell that? Get it! Push the guy over, steal his plate, and run!"<br />
Angel: "Don't ruin your fast, Cole, look how hard you have worked!"<br />
Devil: "It's your favorite food. THAI! I can see your salivating, EAT IT! Take his plate and just shove your face in it!"<br />
Angel rolling eyes<br />
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*sigh<br />
I drank my pineapple, mint juice and went on my way.<br />
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Two more days. Easy Peasy<br />
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<br />Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-72180563260788495742017-02-03T20:24:00.000-09:002017-02-03T20:24:07.488-09:00Day 8 of 11: Kitchen WorkshopAnother rainy day. I saw the sun for 10 short minutes, even skipped yoga just so I could enjoy it. Today was spa day. I got my nails done, and a facial, thanks to lovely NIH for treating me!<br />
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Georgia and I had our one on one session. We talked a lot about histamine. Considering that I have <span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times new roman" , "stixgeneral" , serif; font-size: 15.9991px;">Eosinophilic Esophagitis (EoE), a chronic allergy disease, in which </span>white blood cells (Eosinophils) show up in the esophagus triggered by food allergies, it would make sense to check out my histamine levels. If one has high histamine levels, most likely they will have high levels of Eosinophils, as it's been shown that high histamine increases your Eosinophil levels.<br />
That's a lot of E words. Enough!<br />
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Georgia and I discussed how to get the histamine levels down. Diet is a big factor, as all foods contain histamine, some more than others. The biggest to avoid would be fermented foods and meat that has been sitting out, or leftovers. The longer the unfrozen meat has sat in the package at the grocery store, the worse. As it sits, the histamine rises. There are other foods to avoid as well, and I'll eat those in moderation, but FRESH is always best.<br />
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I am adding Quercetin to my supplements. This helps reduce the histamine in the body. Slippery Elm and digestive enzymes will also be added to my daily smoothies to help with inflammation and leaky gut, at least for the first month after my cleanse.<br />
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Anyway..... after our one on one, we had the Kitchen Workshop. This was great! It was a new class, that hadn't been offered before and it really opened up my brain to so many fun and exciting things to try. I recently bought a dehydrator, and had been using it mainly for drying out my activated nuts, but flax seed crackers here I come, (and so many other recipes!) We learned how to make cashew yogurt, although fermented (a no-no for my new diet), it looked really yummy. Unfortunately we can't try it until the last day when we break the cleanse. We also learned about other gut happy tools, like bee pollen, moringa, gelatin, and how to make your own sweet gelatin treats! It was a great workshop. I should have recorded it! I'm super excited about trying the bell pollen. It comes in granules, and it's cheap over here. I'll be stocking up and hoarding it back in my suit case. It's great on oatmeal, yogurt, chia pudding, etc.<br />
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No pictures. Sorry guys. But the sun is out (It's day 9 as I write this), and I'm going out to play in it!<br />
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xoNichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-31884817706453978832017-02-02T16:06:00.000-09:002017-02-02T16:06:06.332-09:00Day 7 of 11: Ida High Priestess & the Hindu Mafia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Today was a big day. I didn't get much sleep last night due to the pounding rain on my roof, but I got up early for another Campuhan Ridge Walk. This time, it was a bit more wet. Just a bit.<br />
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<br />After our hour long, flash flood, rain storm of a walk, it was time to see Ida. Ida is a the youngest High Priestess in Indonesia. You can read her <a href="http://globalcole.blogspot.co.id/2015/02/high-priestess-ida-panditha-mpu-budha_7.html" target="_blank">story</a> here. <div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); color: #464646; font-family: inherit;">Today, for the third time in my life, I had a water purification ceremony from Ida. Each experience has truly been it's own. She is such a beautiful human. I always feel the biggest release after the ceremony, and today felt spectacular. The biggest difference about this experience was what happened during the 40 minutes of meditation before the water pouring started.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">We sat on our meditation pillows while Ida sang the prayers and song. She blessed the water, while we meditated with her. About 10 minutes in, three of the holiest looking old dudes walked into the room. Each had a staff. They wore long robes, and their hair was up in buns on the crown of their head. They wore multiple large rings and necklaces, and had white stringy beards. These men didn't just walk into the area, they made an entrance. Kind of like a slow saunter, each one left about 3-4 feet between them, single file. They walked to a point, and then right faced toward Ida. After doing a few things behind a wall, they came back out, and found a spot up higher on some stairs. They sat cross-legged, like us, so I figured they were joining the meditation. Nope. The three holy dudes, started to chat. Like we weren't even there. Just bullshitting while we tried to concentrate on Ida and the meditation. One started smoking. One took a phone call after his cell phone rudely rang three times. It was straight up like the Hindu Mafia just walked in. Ganstas.</span></span></div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-36412858190294223242017-02-01T13:52:00.001-09:002017-02-01T13:52:47.977-09:00Day 6 of 10Feb. 1st, a new month, and a month with one of my favorite holidays, Valentines day! I call this the LOVE MONTH, and not just love for your family, friends, or that special person, but most importantly, for yourself.<br />
I return so often to Natural Instinct Healing not only for the detox; the reset of my body to help with allergies, but also because every time I leave here, I find the courage to love myself again. Sometimes I forget. I think we all do. We get bogged down by the daily stresses of life. We compare ourselves to others, especially on social media. We get dumped. We listen to our inner voice that shames us, calls us names, or tell us how stupid we are when we've done something dumb. NIH resets that for me. After my first detox, I hadn't ever really felt that love for myself. I can't credit NIH for all of it, as <a href="http://everettconsidine.com/" target="_blank">Everett</a> was a HUGE factor in leading me into self-love, but this process, really reminds me of how important self-care is in order to keep that self-love going.<br />
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Today began with a lovely yin-yoga class. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yin_yoga" target="_blank">Yin-yoga</a> is similar to restorative yoga, but harder. You use your muscles and gravity, where as in restorative, you don't, but with both practices you hold the pose for minutes at a time. I think yin-yoga is actually the hardest yoga I have ever done. It doesn't look hard, but holding poses without anything holding you up, is not comfortable. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed the class.<br />
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I had an appointment with <a href="http://www.theyogabarn.com/bali-holistic-healing" target="_blank">Dr. Adolf Brown</a>. For those that read my <a href="http://globalcole.blogspot.co.id/2015/02/a-total-transformation-14-day-detox.html" target="_blank">first blog</a> with Adolf, he is the doctor who uses Applied Kinesiology to find my food allergies. He was the first doctor to tell me I had a candida overgrowth. While his practice may seem skeptical, he really has helped me immensely. After my first visit with him, I did a two month Candida cleanse, and then continued to avoid sugar/yeast in my daily diet. Today's visit we checked my candida levels. Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm clear! He also said because I've been so healthy with my gut, that peanuts are okay in moderation (I was once told I was allergic). Eggs, chocolate, and pork should be avoided. Pork is a new one for me. I love pork tacos. So we'll see about this dietary no-no recommendation upon returning home. He also told me that he can't check my histamine levels, but there are doctors who can, and it might be wise, due to my sneezing and itchy skin. When we discussed the histamine diet however, he suggested I not go that route, not yet at least.<br />
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For the first time in Bali, I was cold. It felt refreshing. The drops hit my skin, the air against my arms going down hill gave me shivers, but then going back up a hill... I LOVED IT. What is usually pretty easy when eating food, was such a good challenge while detoxing. I purposely wouldn't put my bike into easier gears, to get that extra work out, and my heart rate up.<br />
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One of the stops along the way is the Goa Garba cave. Fascinated by myth and tale, I can't seem to find a well researched story. There is a temple, called Pura Pengukur-Ukuran, a place where all things are measured, <span style="background-color: yellow;">i.e., </span>mental, spiritual, and physical strength, and was built in 1100's. The temple was a used for a school, where potential religious leaders could learn. It was divided into three sections. The first was the dormitory/kitchen area. The second section was the educational area. The third was an area for meditation and prayer.<br />
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Below the temple, down a hill, is a place called Goa Garba. Goa means "cave" and Garba means "in the belly of the earth". A strong man, with aspirations to be the prime minister of the kingdom, built a separate entrance to the temple, all by himself, that also lead down to Goa Garba (see image with me on stairs). His name was Kebo Iwa. In this cave that he built, he meditated for 42 days without food. It is also that he practiced his war skills, having had to go through a series of challenges before he obtained his physical and spiritual powers. During the training, he defeated everyone. No one could beat him. This is why Goa Garba has become popular for people who want to gain physical and mental powers.<br />
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Now on to the dirty stuff. To end my day, I had a colon cleanse. I decided to get one early in the retreat because it feels like something inside me is blocking my enemas. The night before, I finally did have some stuff come out of my bum, but not my usual. So during the colon cleanse, I thought for sure I would get a big load. However, the place I went, wasn't my favorite due to the lady who did the procedure on me. The center is called Cocoon, and it's beautiful, something out of the Jetsons. It has a gorgeous view out the back, and the inside of the building felt like something from the future, with its white lights between the beams, and rock pathways. I'll take a picture next time I'm there. I was brought into a room, and told to strip down from the waist, and put on a robe. The lady went over the process, but I couldn't understand a second of her English. In the past, it was a slow process, but we did four fills, and it was over in less than 10 minutes. Each fill being approximately 2 liters of water, and then letting out the water, while pushing on my tummy, and "watching" the stuff go down the tube. But there was one problem, I couldn't see the tube, so I had no idea if stuff was coming out. Each fill felt like I had IBS the entire time. That chilly, yucky sensation of having to get to the toilet or your ass is going to blow... yeah, that feeling. The last fill, I felt like she didn't really let it all out. She instructed me to go to the bathroom, and I was in there for 20 minutes, pooping water, and no toilet paper. Seriously. I was using paper towels, and cursing her. I also pooped water and small bits of mucoid plaque up until I went to bed. The lady never came back to check on me, nor talk to me about what came out, or her thoughts, etc. She was not my favorite. I asked Lola, and apparently another girl here had the same bad experience, so Lola is going to go have a talk with said lady. Lola always saves the day.</div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-3511066779546436702017-01-30T18:24:00.001-09:002017-01-30T18:24:52.644-09:00Day 4 of 10<span style="font-family: inherit;">What a difference a day makes. I slept in until 5:30 am, instead of my usual 4:30 am, and then went on a walk in the rain. My energy level felt pretty good, given I have only had a couple glasses of juice and detox shakes, the last three days. </span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">When I say shake, what I really mean is, a bland tasting, bentonite clay drink, with psyllium husk, little bit coconut water and an even smaller amount of juice. Bentonite clay is a naturally-</span>occurring<span style="font-family: inherit;">, microscopic volcanic ash. It generates and maintains a very strong </span>electromagnetic<span style="font-family: inherit;"> field, which allows it to attract and hold unwanted, toxic substances, so they can be eliminated out of our bodies, via an enema while detoxing. Psyllium husk is a natural, water-soluble, gel-producing fiber which is extracted from the husks of psllyium seeds. It encourages optimal colon functioning and helps get the gunk out too! We drink 4-5 of those a day and then end the day with broth. Some people LOVE broth, and sip down two bowls, I am not one of those people. Just the smell of broth makes me cringe. Lola, my host, gives me juice instead. I love Lola.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My enemas haven't been as amazing as my first two detoxes. Usually I get a lot coming out, but the last two enemas, I'm getting nothing but water. This is discouraging. For those of you who don't know how it works, let me explain. We drink the shakes, it pulls toxins from our intestinal wall, and then we do an enema to get it all out, morning and night. The enema bag has a long tube that you stick up your b-hole, and let the water go inside you. You don't have to do the entire bag at once, just what you can hold. This morning I did a bag and a half, 1/2 bag over three attempts. I did handstands, jumping jacks, massaged my large intestine, and nothing. Georgia, my other host, said that it could be stress. The muscles in my body aren't letting them go, because I'm holding onto a lot of stress. I blame Trump. Effing A-hole.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">The day started with yoga together as a group. There is a new yoga instructor here and I want to take her home with me. She is amaaaazing! The last two sessions, I started the class feeling super hungry, but had forgotten that hunger by the end. It's the perfect amount of challenge and relaxation.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">After yoga, we had our nutrition class. We covered macro nutrients. Protein, carbs, and fats. A few things about each that I think you should know too.</span><br />
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<li>The faster the animal, the easier to digest. Think fish, chicken, but cows, not so much.</li>
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<li>Complete proteins are from animals, and contain all the amino acids we need, but meat is also acidic, so two days a week, eat vegetarian.</li>
<li>Incomplete proteins include; grain, tofu, nuts, seeds, legumes, vegetables, cheese, and yogurt (preferably unsweetened). With incomplete proteins, to get all the amino acids essential to your body, you need to eat them throughout the day, or combine two more more in one sitting.</li>
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<li>Complex Carbs, such as whole grains, (brown rice, quinoa, buckwheat, corn, jasmine rice, etc,), legumes, beans, peas, soy produce and root vegetables, etc., are better. They increase fiber, decrease blood cholesterol, stabilize blood sugars, regulate your poo, decrease appetite, and help with your energy levels.</li>
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<li><a href="https://draxe.com/healthy-fats/" target="_blank">Healthy fats</a>; avocados, coconut oil, butter, Ghee, extra virgin olive oil, etc. </li>
<li>Unhealthy fats; margarine, or any hydrogenated oils. </li>
<li>Don't listen to the dairy industry. Non-fat dairy, low fat, skim, are NOT healthier choices. The process of reducing the fat strips important nutrients, such as calcium and protein. Most times the fat is replaced with sugar making it completely devoid of healthy nutrition.</li>
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My day ended with an amazing session with Lola. We discussed things that I have forgotten about with concerns to self-care. Running two stores, and the second store being it's first year in 2016, made last year a very busy, hard, and stressful year. I haven't been doing the things I really enjoy, or taking time-outs for me. I stopped gardening, making map art, studying Spanish, dancing, or just hiking. I didn't climb one mountain last year in Skagway. NOT ONE! And since I left in October, the busy hasn't subsided. Work, travel for work, and yes, getaways, but I'm still going, going, going! My word for 2017 is MOVE, but here, Lola says it's STOP & BE STILL. That is near to impossible for me. I get bored, antsy, let's go, let's move, hurry up, move along. But I am working on it. We made a lovely plan of prioritizing myself instead of work this spring. Training for a half marathon, delegating more, daily affirmations, letting go of fear (writing letters to it and burning the letters), taking the time to cook for the week. SELF-CARE: It's so much more important than working that one extra hour. And once you make it a priority, everything else seems to be less stressful.</div>
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I'll leave you with a few pictures of my walk yesterday. Of course, if you want to see others, you can go to my <a href="https://www.instagram.com/globalcole/" target="_blank">Instagram accoun</a>t.</div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-73793982454581802112017-01-29T20:12:00.001-09:002017-01-29T20:48:37.580-09:00Day 3 of 10<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Day three is always the hardest for me. Upon waking, my entire body felt like it had a head ache. From my little baby toe, to my head. I hurt. I also felt like I had to vomit for about three hours. I have detox rash all over my arms, and a million bug bites all over my body. Did I mention I am choosing to be here? It's not easy. I'm not on holiday. I'm here to do some serious hard work, because the outcome is always worth it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This morning I talked with my friend Mohammed. I wasn't sure where he was in the world, and I was worried he might not get back home. But, he's from Egypt, where Trump still has business ties with that country, so folks from that country are still permissible. Plus I found out Mo actually has a US passport, not just a green card or visa, but I am still worried. What if things just continue to get worse. I got online immediately and started sending money to the <a href="https://www.aclu.org/" target="_blank">ACLU</a>. They have power. They have the means to fight back. I, on the other hand, just have my voice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When detoxing, emotions come out. I cried this morning for my country. But who am I kidding? It's not because of my detoxing emotions, it's because I'm scared. I cried the day Trump was elected. I cried the day he was inaugurated. I cried today when he wouldn't let human beings back into the country, even ones who were LEGALLY here. I cry because that's how I let out my fear, anxiety, sadness, and disbelief. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">This is how my day started. Sick and scared. But this isn't meant to be a political post, this is my detox experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We went to the sauna today for the <a href="https://healthfree.com/incurables_program_hydrotherapy.html" target="_blank">hot/cold treatment</a>. You get in the sauna, heat up, sweat as much as you can tolerate, and then jump in an ice cold pond. If you don't have a sauna, you can use a hot/cold shower. Why is this beneficial? It's similar to mild exercise, burning 300 calories per average session. It helps detoxify you, increases your energy, circulation, and clears out negative energy. Just what I needed today, except that a few fellow detoxers kept bringing up politics while in the sauna. They were in agreement with my views, lovely people here, but, talking about it was raising my heart rate, and making me feel dizzy. Dizzy because I'm in a hot sauna, with three days of no food, and talking about huge issues. That would make anyone light headed. After three sauna/ice pool jumps, I went and chilled by the pool by myself. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The place we go to is magical. It's the oldest hotel in Ubud, called <a href="http://www.tjampuhan-bali.com/" target="_blank">Tjampuhan and Spa</a>, built in 1928. You can get lost in the little paths that lead you to pools, saunas, natural springs, etc. If I ever come back to Bali and don't stay at the Natural Instinct Healing, this is where I would want to stay. Absolutely gorgeous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Other things that we do here? Parasite zapping, massages every other day, workshops, rice paddy walks, meditations, w</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">atch documentaries, swim, lay in a hammock, and chill out! Still to come: cu</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">ltural excursions, bike ride, colon cleanse, liver cleanse, and more workshops. All in our little bubble, safe away from the smells of food and chaos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">NOTE: I fee like my first blogging of this experience is much more thorough, and to avoid repeating myself, I'm just not getting too much into the details this time around. If you are interested in learning more, read my first 14 day cleanse <a href="http://globalcole.blogspot.co.id/search?updated-min=2015-01-01T00:00:00-09:00&updated-max=2016-01-01T00:00:00-09:00&max-results=8" target="_blank">here</a>. (Scroll to bottom and then go up). </span><br />
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<br />Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-69511904428631223432017-01-28T14:20:00.000-09:002017-01-28T19:44:08.718-09:00Day 2 of 10: Digestive WorkshopBright and early morning of 4:30am. Okay, not so bright, as it's dark here until 6:30am. They say when you detox your sleeping can be completely opposite of your norm. My norm is to usually go to bed a few hours before 4 am in the states, and here I'm asleep by 8pm. I could blame it on the jet lag, the roosters, or all the other little critters waking me up so early, but there is nothing to blame when you actually are enjoying the change.<br />
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Today was hard. I'm hungry, and my body aches, and the girl in my yoga class who didn't wear a bra but insisted on inversions was slightly driving me crazy. No one wants to see floppy boobs upside down... gah! I'm hangry, irritable, tired, but that's okay! I'm accepting it. I'm choosing to be here.</div>
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This morning we had the Enema & Digestive workshop. This is one of my favorite workshops. Not only do we get to talk about what comes out of our systems from our enemas, but also where it call came from in the first place. Let's get started, shall we?</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is what our insides look like, just in case you forgot from health class.</td></tr>
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Looking at my chart, on the left, you see my version of our esophagus, stomach, small & large intestine, rectum, and a happy poop. The image with the fish, apple, and broccoli inside some lines, is your small intestine. On the lining of our intestines is our cellular wall, (the small squares).<br />
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#1. The left side of this image shows a healthy side. Lovely little cells, with nutrients going through them, but nothing else, because the cells are close together. YAH healthy cells!</div>
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#2. On the opposite side, we have a unhealthy cellular wall. When our cells are so far apart, food can go through, which is what we call Leaky Gut Syndrome. Your body starts screaming at you that something is in it that shouldn't be, and you get sick! Think IBS, chronic fatigue, allergies, arthritis, joint pain, skin rashes (story of my life!), nutritional deficiencies, thyroid issues, weekend immune system, etc.<br />
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What causes our cells to get so wacky and far apart?<br />
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<li>Stress - Not only mentally/emotionally, but physically as well. For example, over taxing your body and not feeding it properly while training for a marathon.</li>
<li>Alcohol - Dude.. moderation people. You don't need an 12 pack in one sitting.</li>
<li>Rx - Food is medicine. If you can find a way, try and get off your meds, if you can't, that's okay too.</li>
<li>McDonalds and other fast foods - because, duh, it's not really food!</li>
<li>Allergens - In my case; yeast, eggs, chocolate, avocados, dairy, tomatoes, almonds, peanuts. Do you feel sorry for me yet?</li>
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Which brings us to #3, and the reason why I was stopped after my first retreat in the grocery store, emailed, and/or texted, by people who read my blog, to see if I wanted to get coffee/tea and talk about poop and mucoid plaque. This stuff is interesting, but super gross. I basically would explain to them all of what I am explaining to you now, but we can still have a tea date when I get back if you want.</div>
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*NOTE: Don't click on the link if you don't want to see what it looks like... but I promise not to judge you if you do.</div>
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#3. <b> <a href="https://www.google.co.id/search?q=images+of+mucoid+plaque&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjtvrais-TRAhUErI8KHQu9AsAQ_AUICCgB&biw=1600&bih=731" target="_blank">Mucoid Plaque</a>: </b>When our bodies are being attacked by all these toxins, mucous starts to form, almost like a scab, blocking any nutrients trying to get into our blood stream. No nutrients = you're gonna get sick! The plaque is thick, like rope, and really hard to break. I have my own photos of this stuff from my previous two detoxes. The first detox being the worst. Most of mine looked similar to what is shown on the link, but I do have one enema where a really disgusting, large, piece of what resembled hard rubber, came out. You couldn't even cut it, or scratch it. I was in shock that something like that came out of me. Just another reason why I LOVE detoxing every year... I want to let that shit go (quite literally). GET IT OUT!</div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-72687328089095617362017-01-27T12:42:00.000-09:002017-01-27T12:56:04.763-09:00Natural Instinct Healing 10 day detox: Day 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's been a minute. I've been busy. So busy, that I stopped blogging, and doing all other lovely creative things I once enjoyed doing (dance, gardening, studying Spanish, map art, etc). Why so busy? I opened a second store in Skagway, and running the two has consumed me, along with just trying to have a life. But I'm back in Bali, for some much needed ME time, and for my 3rd detox. I didn't plan on blogging the experience. I haven't even thought of my blog in years. But here I am, spontaneously at my computer, in the Manipura room at Natural Instinct healing, Ubud, Bali, listening to a rain storm, and about to share some gross and fascinating details of my next ten days.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">*NOTE: I have detox brain, so I'm sorry if my grammar makes no sense.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">*WARNING: Before you read the next ten days, know that I talk about poop a LOT! If you don't mind poo, or enema stories, carry on, if not, abort this blog ASAP!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I woke at 4 am with stomach pains that I know all too well. Whatever I ate last night wanted out, and it wanted out NOW! I struggled hastily with my mosquito net, the pitch black room, and stubbed my toe on the bathroom corner. I felt crampy too. Great, Aunt Flow followed me to Bali.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My digestion had been above par the last few days, until this morning. What sucked about this particular incident was that I plugged the toilet, even before I wiped. If there was an award for the biggest shits, I swear to you I would win the gold medal every time. Where does it all come from?!? I have to give some credit to this particular blowout to my period. Ladies, am I right? Why is period poo so alarmingly HUGE? Gross.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Today I can't eat food, but I knew I needed some kind of juice, or the exorcist was going to come out. My intake wasn't until 9 am. So I ventured to Soma, closed. Tree of Life, closed. Back to Bali Bunda by 6 am, exhausted, tummy grumbling, and about to kill anyone who said "closed". They were barely open, but said I could have only liquids. Perfect. I emptied two cups of almond milk with turmeric, and a detox juice, down my throat, and walked my sweaty, crampy body back to the retreat center.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Intake with Lola went really well. We discussed goals for this detox, which are similar to my new years resolutions: MOVE.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Move my mind in creative ways.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Move my body to fitness joy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Move my heart to love... myself, and in a healthy relationship.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Move my business into success (yes, I brought my damn work here to Bali.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Move my inner child to play more! PLAY is so important!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But my main focus, of course, is ME. Finding my focus. Find my inner strength. Reset, Recharge, Rejuvenate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I wake up every morning in the states, look at Face Book, the news, my emails, all telling me HORRIBLE things that D. Lump is doing and it starts my day feeling already defeated. Before I even get out of bed, I feel hopeless, scared, and wanting to scream. This isn't working for me, nor anyone. I read <a href="https://medium.com/the-coffeelicious/how-to-stayoutraged-without-losing-your-mind-fc0c41aa68f3#.8og4dc29z" target="_blank">this article</a> the other day, and anyone feeling like they are going insane because of him, should read it. It helped me make a plan. A course of action. A way to step back and to reduce the anxiety of our douche bag president. Yep, I said that. Maybe he will tweet about it. "Loser blonde called me a bad bad name. Bad writing, bad blogger, I mean really really bad! Horrible girl, Just horrible! Wrong!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">*sigh</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Anyhoo....detoxing always helps me feel mentally more clear, emotionally more happy, and physically ready to take anything on. It also is imperative for my dumb food allergies. I still have the Eosinophilic Esophagitis (EoE), and detoxing helped me gain control of what foods trigger reactions. I am researching histamine intolerance while here, as another fellow EoE blogger said it helped him immensely. That's all for day 1.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ps. I'm already hungry.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Last lunch at Soma on Thursday. Tower of Power: Jicama, <br />purple potato, pineapple, sweet potato, & onion</span></td></tr>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0Ubud, Gianyar, Bali, Indonesia-8.4977259 115.26301420000004-8.5605434 115.18233320000004 -8.4349084000000012 115.34369520000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-45591973210462372552015-02-11T17:40:00.001-09:002015-02-11T17:40:22.194-09:00Dear Body<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">To My Loyal and Gracious Body, </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">From this moment forward, I vow to take care of you, so that you can take care of me. I will feed you with organic, nutritious, local foods, treat you with compassion and affirmations, and <b>water you religiously</b>. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I will listen to you more, to understand your needs and wants, so that we may feel healthier and energetic. I will read labels, protecting you from ingredients that agitate you, and nourish not only you physically, but spiritually.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">When I do put energy in you, I will focus on the act of eating, instead of multi-tasking, or distracting my thoughts on my phone, or TV. I will eat until I am full, not eat to empty my plate, or because it "looks so good!" I will bless our food with affirmations and good thoughts. I will </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><b>chew my food mindfully, </b></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">and vary my diet.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">Instead of Perfectionist Self-talk, I will speak to you from Healthy Striving Self-talk, accepting my imperfections and loving you just the way you are. I will not blame you, or speak to you with critical words. Even when my skin gets old and wrinkly, and my joints do not function like they used to, I will embrace you and our old age. <b>The only opinion that matters about you, is my opinion.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I will rejoice in my abilities of being able-bodied. </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Thank you for your strength and stamina to run races, do yoga, take a dance class, to sweat!</b> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Thank you for helping me to climb mountains, swim in oceans, feel warmth from the sun, hear birds in the wild, see the the beauty of Mother Earth, and to pick up and squeeze my niece and nephew with a loving heart. I will not take any of this for granted. Thank you.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I promise to surround myself with positive energy, like-minded individuals, and non-toxic environments. I will remove myself from situations that only create havoc on us. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I will meditate to fill your spirit with peace, awareness, and joy. I will set an intention everyday, such as to work with ease, find my happy in the day, or to rest. </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I will be present. </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I will be mindful and aware of your emotions. On days where I feel sad, angry, and/or tired, I will respect those emotions and not hold them in to grow inside, but rather, let them out so that my soul can heal. </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">I will forgive myself </b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">when I find I have slipped up, or at fault. I will not do things to satisfy others, or to fit the mold, but instead, do things I genuinely want to do, with love. I will laugh more, cry more, sing more, scream more, smile more.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;">From this moment on, I know in my heart that you are doing your best for me, and that my decisions reflect your abilities. <b>We are a team</b>. You and I, to the end.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">I wrote this letter to myself, after reading this one on <a href="http://www.elephantjournal.com/2012/12/a-public-apology-to-my-body-sara-crolick/" target="_blank">Elephant Journal</a>. I took some of her words because I loved them so much.</span></span>Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-38106871224976643102015-02-11T15:20:00.002-09:002015-02-11T15:20:58.806-09:00A Total Transformation - 14 Day Detox<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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7.2 kilo. 15.8 lbs... let's just round up here and say 16, yeah? All from my intestines... mostly. All 12 of my enemas were a success, meaning disgusting stuff came out. I estimated that each enema was about 1-2lbs of mucous and mucoid plaque. I also had a colon cleanse. More crap down the tube. And a liver flush, where I passed about 10 gallstones. Do the math people! That weight was mostly from my gut, and now I have a much flatter tummy! YEAH ME!</div>
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However, I wasn't here for weight loss. I was here to heal my gut, and I'm happy to say that I have. But, in a previous blog, I mentioned that two things happened, and I only told you about the one, the High Priestess. The other was an appointment with a man, Dr. Adolf Brown, D.C. He does Holistic Chiropractic, Applied Kinesiology, CranioSacral Therapy, and Nutritional Consulting. I went for the kinesiology. <br />
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I wanted to know about food allergies. Before I left to Bali, I was told I was allergic to eggs, peanuts, tree-nuts, and yeast. All things I ate every day for five plus years. Adolf put me on the table, and had my arm up, resisting the weight he pushed on it, while also touching other parts of the bodies. Peanuts and dairy. That was it. The thing is, it didn't really feel real. I remember thinking "What is this man doing? Making stuff up as he goes along?" However, he noticed when he was testing different systems, that my immune system was weak. So he asked me about antibiotics as a child. I had ear infections almost every month after I was born. I was on antibiotics for the entire first year of my life. I also took them growing up because of strep throat, which I probably had a good 8-10 times. Today, we know that antibiotics kill our bacterial flora in our gut, making it an environment for candida to grow. Too much candida creates problems, even autoimmune diseases. We started to talk about other issues that have been consisted throughout my life. Bloating, gas, sugar cravings, diarrhea, depression, anxiety, food allergies, IBS, acne, hives, hair loss, itchy skin, iron deficiency, dizziness, sinusitis, insomnia, brain fog, hyper irritability, bad memory, PMS, yeast infections..... All symptoms of a Candida overgrowth.<br />
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Adolf thinks I've had too much candida my entire life. Which is a HUGE statement to say, because it would explain the mass amounts of problems I have struggled through growing up until now. I took this information back to the retreat, talked to the hosts, and found a quiz in a book to assess if I might have it. Anything over 180 would be a candidate for possible candida overgrowth. I scored 317. Enough said.<br />
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So what does this all mean? Candida diet. I'm now officially going to be that girl who sounds like this: "Where did this chicken from from?" - "Is their added sugar?" - "Hold the cashews!" - "What kind of oil was used to make this dish?" - "I'll have a glass of wine...just kidding" - "Corn, no thanks" - "I brought my own mayo and ketchup... no need to bring that to the table" - "Hold the bacon.... yes, that's what i said, NO BACON!" *Sigh I might as well move to Portland.<br />
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Adolf told me to be strict for a good month; very low sugar, very low carbs, no yeast/wheat/gluten. After a month I can slowly bring in some sugar and carbs. Then over a few months, slowly bring in more foods, and test after six months. I have been detoxing for two weeks, but just now guzzled a smoothie that was so purple from fruit yumminess (a no-no in the Candida diet) that I might actually pee purple. The thing is, some people say, "Be super strict." Others say, "Candida will hide in the gut if it's not being fed, so feed it a little, and kill it with herbs", which I take everyday. I have candida cook books on their way to my front door, so that I can put my chef hat on right away, and nourish my body for what it needs now, not what it wants now.<br />
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Most doctors in the USA don't even think about Candida overgrowth. I am taking an official test when I get back to the states with <a href="http://www.naturalmedicineofseattle.com/staff/dr-margie-ikeda-nd" target="_blank" title="">Dr. Margie Ikeda</a>, to see if this is all legit inside of me, but my gut says it is, quite literally. If you suspect you might have it, I urge you to look into it further. Google Candida Symptoms, and see if they make sense to you. Find a naturopathic doctor who will take blood, or stool, to test you. A quick home test: When you get up in the morning, fill a glass with water, spit in it. If your spit doesn't sink, don't worry about any of this, but if it sinks and has kind of like stringy looking stuff as it goes down, go see a specialist. Your health is everything. <br />
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Today we had our first bite of something. Papaya. It helps to wake up our digestive system. A person asked "Are you going to go out and have a big dinner when you are done? I bet you can't wait to have something sugary, a dessert." The answer: No! For one, I get full just from a smoothie right now, which also taste super sweet to me. If I went out and had a full plate, I would vomit. And two, I don't plan on ever going back to the diet I used to have; high sugar, very little nutrition, on the run, etc. Yes, I will indulge in some sugar, like 88% dark chocolate, or raw chocolate, or maybe even one of my amazing dairy free chocolate chip cookies. Yes, I probably will slip up from time to time. No one is perfect. I am going to take care of this vessel the best that I can. Making lifestyle changes is hard, but doable. This retreat was the best gift I have ever given myself. I urge anyone who struggles with digestion problems, to seek out a retreat that is at least 7-14 days of detox, using bentonite clay and psyllium husk in their detox shakes. Food Matters has a list of <a href="http://www.foodmatters.tv/articles-1/best-detox-retreat-around-the-world" target="_self" title="">detox centers</a> around the world. <br />
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Good luck friends and remember: You are what you eat. If you feel sluggish, then stop eating food that makes you sluggish. If you feel sick, stop eating food that makes you sick. VARY YOUR DIET! Chew your food! Be mindful. Rest. Play. And always, "Thoughts become things, choose the good ones." The Universe.<br />
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-11522591674815325572015-02-07T01:26:00.004-09:002015-02-07T04:13:53.316-09:00High Priestess Ida Panditha Mpu Budha Maharsi Alit Parama Daksa<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As much as I blog, and try and share this experience, there is really no way to explain what we are actually doing here. This journey has been an emotional, physical, and mental awakening. Yesterday was deep. Like, deep deep. Two thing happened, but today we will just focus on the first. Have any of you ever heard of the only High Priestess in Bali? No? Want to hear an incredible story? Get yourself some tea and a snack (preferably no sugar, non processed, organic snack), sit down, and read on. If you want the short version, scroll down past the big version.</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">On March 13th, 2007 a legend was born. A village girl of 21 years old was ordained as – not just the only, but the youngest – female High Priestess of Hindu Dharma, the traditional religion on the deeply spiritual island of Bali, Indonesia. On the day of her rebirth, this village girl became known as Ida Panditha Mpu Budha Maharesi Alit Parama Daksa, or simply "Ida Resi Alit".</span> </div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Short version. 19 year old girl is looking for work, but can't even get an interview. She gets depressed about her situation. Her uncle is worried so he teaches her meditation and yoga. In her meditation, she kept hearing, in her language, "The Healer". She told her uncle, who told her to ignore it, because she's a girl, blah blah blah. Then while meditating she died, and from what I heard around here, for five hours had no breath. They prayed, "What do we do? How can we bring her back?" The answer they got was to allow her to be a Healer. They agreed and she woke up. After awakening she knew all the rituals, languages, etc, that she needed to know, without ever taking one lesson. This takes priests years to learn. From the moment she wakes up, to the moment she goes to sleep, she's in constant servitude. She cannot get married or have children, which was hard for her, but she made the decision to listen to this calling. Crazy story! </span><br />
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We arrived at the temple and waited for the ceremony of "letting go" to begin. After waiting for about 30 minutes, this small, young, Indonesian girl came around the corner. She wore a beautiful silk blouse with crocheted patterns on the bottoms of her sleeves and back, a green skirt, and a yellow sash at her waist. I didn't realize that this was the High Priestess I was looking at. She was just so small, and young! The High Priestess nodded her head at us, and then walked up to a high platform to bless the water. <span data-blogger-escaped-style="line-height: 1.3em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Out of respect, we had to wear clothes with our shoulders covered, a sarong to cover our legs, and a sash around the waist. We</span> all sat on our meditation pillows and closed our eyes. She sang for a good 45 minutes, blessing the water, lighting candles, throwing water, and praying to all the Gods. I peeked of course, to see all of this. It was a long 45 minutes to sit straight, but it was beautiful. We were paired up before we got there. I was with a cool Australian girl, Jacqui, and we were 3rd to go. When the first pair went up, I had already started to cry. It's such an emotional and beautiful ceremony to witness. She sits up high on a platform, with her blessed water, and guides us with her perfect English. When it was mine and Jacqui's turn, she advised us to let go of anything that was holding us back or not servicing us anymore, while pouring water on our heads. She encouraged us to not hold onto our tears. I'm pretty sure she was talking directly to me, as I had that huge lump in my throat, trying so hard not to just wail. She wasn't having any of that. She put her hand on my head, and said "let it out!!" and so.... I did. I cried and cried, and stomped my feet (which she told me to do too). Becky was there to, and she held my back, so that I didn't stomp myself into a circle. Our eyes are closed the entire time, as water is just pouring over you, cleaning out the bad. The water was cold, refreshing, but it was in bucket fulls. It was hard to breath at times.</div>
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Day seven. Half way point. The last two days were my hardest. I awoke on day five exhausted with a rash on my chest, a 14 year old face of acne, along with my chest and back, and two canker sores. I haven't had a canker sore since college (2001), when I used to get them during finals week, aka stress week. I was also nauseous yesterday morning and a bit homesick. Being away from everyone during Super Bowl was a bit hard for me. Super Bowl is like a holiday, and I felt like I was missing out. I was feeling so ill that I just laid on the couch and watched NFL updates on my phone, and read family texts coming in about the game. Later Lola asked how I was doing and I just broke down crying...not my finest moment, but understandable, I have no food in me!!! I had skipped my morning enema that morning, and she said "Ya know, I bet you anything, during tonight's enema you will have a big release because of these emotions." She was right. I let out mucoid plaque for the first time. Gross, slimy, green, long rope. It was so disgusting yet so satisfying. It felt like an adrenaline rush. I had a lot of energy afterwards, even danced in the shower.<br /><br />Today I feel amazing, lots of energy and a good mood, but a gross taste in my mouth that won't go away. I brush my teeth about four times a day. Toxins are coming out through my skin and gums. My enema this morning was just as big as last night. I seriously wish I could weigh this stuff, because I'm betting that at least five to seven pounds has come out of me in just four enemas. It's rather disgusting to look at and smell, but really interesting!! I'm so glad I'm getting all that sh*t out!<br /><br />Two days ago I had a one on one session with Lola about nutrition. I used to think that I ate somewhat healthy, but after going over my diet, Lola pointed that I'm really not getting enough nutrients. Wasa bread? There is nothing in that, and I was eating it everyday with "kind of" unprocessed Turkey. She gave me some great pointers, and showed me some awesome cook books. Guess this means I'm going to start cooking now on a regular basis. She also taught a nutritional workshop yesterday. It has been such an amazing learning experience here. Not just about my diet, but about what we NEED to be putting into our bodies, and what we should run away from. We go have sushi at a sushi place, but do we know where that sushi came from? Is it 1,000 miles away, or 50 miles away? Depending on that answer, could mean a parasite or two.<br /><br />As a runner, I learned that I'm not even getting half of the amount of protein I need in a day. Her rule of thumb is 1gram of protein for every kilogram you weigh. That's about 63 grams of protein a day for me. (Use google to convert your weight in lbs to kg and you have your daily protein goal.) Most people think of meat when protein comes up, which is a complete protein. If you are only eating meat as your source of protein, that's probably not the best route, because meat is acidic and too much of it can cause cancer. You can make a complete protein with two incomplete proteins, which allows us to get the protein we need without eating so much meat. Grains & Legumes can make a complete protein, for example, tofu with vegetables, rice with lentils, pasta and chickpeas, dahl and rice. Nuts & seeds with legumes are another example of making a complete protein, such as, chickpeas and hummus, tofu and sesame.<br /><br />How food digests in our body was another topic she addressed. Eating a steak right before dinner is not going to make your stomach feel nice in the morning. Your digestive system just can't handle all that meat. People who are doing enemas here, will find pieces of steak in their enema, like the same size piece that they put in their mouth (and apparently thought they chewed, but didn't!) Nothing happened to it, because your digestive system is saying "Woa!! This is too hard! Stop eating a half rack in one sitting!" She also suggests that a few days a week going completely vegetarian. My goal:<br />fish 3x's a week, chicken 1x a week, eggs 1x a week, red meat 1x a week, and vegetarian 1x a week.<br /><br />Lola couldn't stress enough that you need to vary your diet. Too much of anything can be a bad thing, that includes healthy foods. I wrote about this in my past blog, but my diet is usually the same everyday. Hence the reason I am allergic to all my favorite foods. This is NOT permanent though, especially after this detox. I plan on having my blood tested again to analyze the difference.<br /><br />Let's see. What else. There has been so much learning and activities! Yoga, sauna and cold baths (shock the system), group meditation, sun bathing, swimming, documentaries, and massages. This morning we went on a bike ride at six in the morning. The streets get busy about <a href="x-apple-data-detectors://4" style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;" x-apple-data-detectors-result="4" x-apple-data-detectors-type="calendar-event" x-apple-data-detectors="true">7:30am</a>, so we were trying to avoid the traffic by starting so early. The people here in Bali don't drive too fast, but they drive out of the lines, and kind of crazy, passing people, super close to other drivers, etc. The lanes are also tiny in some areas, mostly for the scooters, but cars will be on there taking up the entire road. In a way, it's kind of beautiful, like a dance, but I'm sure some people get their toes stepped on. Anyway, the bike ride was sooo stunning. Just beautiful. We saw 5-6 guys (14-16 year olds) butt naked bathing in a creek, and well.. having a good time! They were laughing loud, and splashing water at each other. It was quiet foreign actually. Not even two minutes later we passed a woman holding her sarong up and squatting to either pee or poop in another creek (or maybe the same one?) I saw an elderly woman blessing her home. They bless their home three times a week, and hand make baskets with offerings to the Gods. Most of the offerings are the most they can afford, like flowers, and crackers. (See picture below). Rice paddies, mountains in the distance, markets, temples, school kids in their uniforms, stray dogs, green, green, green. It was a lovely morning.<br /><div>
<br />Our workshop today was on Conscious Cleaning, meaning what we believe will become true. We can have 10 people look at an illusion, and all have different experiences. That's because all of us are different, with different back grounds, and different beliefs. We cannot see the world as it is. We can only see the world as we are, meaning we can only see the world the way we know how from our beliefs and experiences. Our bodies are incredible when it comes to belief. Our cells have memory. For example, if we think of an experience 10 years ago that we felt a lot of shame from, and as we think about that situation or event happening, our bodies will start feeling that shame all over again. Why does it do that? Because our cells remember that feeling and thinks we are having a shameful experience right now!! Not ten years ago. Some documentaries she suggested to watch are "What the Bleep Do We Know", or "Placebo: Mind Over Medicine" (spendy one, hard to find, but maybe used on amazon?)<br /><br />I'll leave you with one thought to ponder. Have you ever heard of Dr. Masaru Emoto "Water, Consciousness, and Intent"? (Youtube it). In a not-so-detailed synopsis. He took water, and put some in one jar and the rest in another. The first jar he said the most loving things to it, and thought of memories of loving times, and shared his joy with the water. The second jar, he would tell hateful things to it, negative memories, and angry words. He then took some of the water out of each jar, and put it under a microscope. The water he loved, was gorgeous, symmetrical, full of color, radiating joy. The water he was negative too, had no symmetry and looked like vomit. Becky, the host, pointed out that WE ARE 80% WATER! What are we telling ourselves! Our inner critic is our worst critic. Start loving yourself, have compassion for others, and believe that good things will happen. Thoughts become things folks, choose the good ones!</div>
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So what is it we are doing? Listen up folks, because this is good stuff. If you want to skip all the details and get the gist, scroll down to bottom where the text gets big.<br />
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Our digestive system starts with smell. We smell a pie baking, or see the food and smell it under our nose. The digestive system has now kicked in, and our mouths salivate, creating enzymes that break down our food in our mouth. The most important thing when trying to digest our food properly is to SLOOOOW DOWN, and CHEW your food. 20 chews per bite to be exact. This allows us to break down our food so that in our stomach the acids help digests it easier. When we start eating, our stomach produces a gastric acid called Hydrochloric acid, HCL. Many people are deficient in HCL, because of many factors. One could be not chewing your food properly, another could be fast food diets, or prescription drugs. There is an interesting article on HCL <a href="http://branchbasics.com/learn/do-you-have-enough-stomach-acid/" target="_blank" title="">here</a>. Another reason for a depleted HCL is heart burn. People with heart burn don't have a lot of this acid (this would be me) because they aren't chewing enough. The bigger the pieces of food are in our stomach, the more the HCL is working, and then depleted, and then HEART BURN! I eat my lunches sometimes in less than five minutes. I even choked on half a strawberry because I didn't chew it, and it got lodged in my throat. Lexy, from Ketchikan, was there to save me with the Heimlich, scary stuff. If you, or anyone you know is suffering from heart burn, and you want to try to heal your gut without going to a retreat, you can at least start by drinking 1/2 tsp of Apple Cider Vinegar in 2 tsp of water in the morning. It will help your HCL levels get back to normal. If you follow a raw diet, or meat diet, it's something you should add, because raw foods, and meat are hard to digest. But remember, chew your food kids... its the best thing you can do for your digestive system.<br />
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After you have chewed your food and all those tiny chewed up pieces are in your tummy, they start to get broken down. The magnesium, zinc, calcium, etc. get absorbed in your blood stream by traveling through the cellular walls of our intestines. Think of cellular walls as perfect blocks, with no holes or leaks, on top of each other, like legos, but spongy. The nutrients goes through the cells into our blood stream, BUT if we are eating something toxic to our bodies, if that's dairy for you, or sugar, or McDonalds, over time those cellular walls break down and mucous is produced. If we were to vary our diet more, this wouldn't happen as often. We tend to walk into the grocery store, pick all our favorites, and walk out. I ate eggs, peanut butter, and toast almost everyday for years. Guess what my system is refusing to digest; eggs, peanuts, and yeast. <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Those don't seem toxic at all, but after six plus years of eating the same thing, my body is saying, "woa, lady, eat something else!" The</span> mucous that is produced from those toxins, will act like a cut on the arm, it will be soft at first, but then it turns into a scab. As you continue to eat the same foods everyday that are hurting you, that scab is like tar on your cellular wall. It doesn't scrape off that easily. How is the nutrients supposed to get through the walls now with a big mucous scab covering it? No wonder we are all sick. None of our food is nourishing us the way we think it's going to.<br />
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Our end goal here at NIH is to remove the mucous from our walls. We drink four detox drinks a day. We also do two enemas a day. What is in the shakes are Bentonite Clay, which absorbs everything, such as, toxins, mucous, crap, even medicine, and also in the shakes is Psyllium Husk, which helps us feel full, as well as grabbing toxins and putting all the crap together like matter. To make them drinkable, they add a little bit of juice, and coconut water. The enema helps to flush all that matter out. If you want to see what that stuff looks like, just google Mucoid Plaque. It usually always is like a rope, you can't break it, and it smells horrific. If you haven't ever done a cleanse and grew up not eating the best foods for you, you're gonna have it coming out of you, but it will take time. That is why I am here for 14 days, getting rid of mucoid plaque and parasites. <br />
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Which brings me to the topic of parasites. Many have asked how this zapping works. It's a small device that you attach to both your wrists. Seven minutes it zaps your body, and then 20 minutes of nothing. This happens for an hour. The zaps don't kill the parasites, but it's enough to get them out of their little hiding places and close to the matter that the Psyllium and clay are making. The host Lola, during her first cleanse, didn't have any parasites the entire time she cleansed until the last day when she did her colon cleanse, a big 6 inch worm came out. um, YUCK!<br />
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Many people think mucoid plaque and parasites are a hoax. Many professional doctors too. And those doctors are probably funded by Pepto, or some other digestive drug. It's just like kidney stones, or gall stones, some people get them, some don't, but that doesn't make it a hoax. Did you know that almost all medical programs at universities to become a doctor don't have one nutrition class, and if they do, it's an elective?! It's true! That to me speaks volumes. If you go to the doctor for a disease, or medical problem, and they don't ask you what you have been eating, go to another doctor.</div>
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So enema time, the fun part. When we are doing the enemas, also later the colonoscopy, and Liver flush, not only are we making ourselves squeaky clean, but emotions will come out. Lola talked about how when you hold on to something, resentment or anger, it will be released too. You might cry, you might feel lighter, you might feel relieved. If someone is holding onto a lot, they probably are experiencing constipation as well. Also the expression, "listen to your gut" makes sense to me because our gut is like our brain in health. Whenever I'm stressed or in a bad situation, my gut gets upset, and it lets me know by the pains it gives me. I had a friend who was dating, and every boy she dated she was constipated, but then when she met her husband, she could poop with ease. They are happily married couple, living in Alaska, and pooping comfortably.<br />
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Okay, so back to the disgusting part of my day. I did an enema. This consists of sticking a tube up your b-hole and allowing a bag of water to flow in. Then for 5 - 15 minutes, you jump around and massage your stomach to get things moving and agitated in the intestines. That is the hard part. You know that feeling when you HAVE to go, most commonly called Irritable Bowl Syndrome. You get hot, and your stomach cramps, you have the chills, and you run to the toilet. Well that's what it feels like, except you have to at least try to get to five minutes. I did exactly five. And what came out of me was the most horrific glob of green goo I have ever seen. You put a colander in the toilet to catch it, to analyze it, etc., and the colander was full. My stomach felt sick for a good hour afterward, and they said that it will eventually go away the more I get the crap out. I did take a picture, but it's too disgusting to show. No mucoid plaque came out that I could see, but it was still pretty nasty! <br />
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Here are a few pictures of the retreat location:<br />
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-8964606307701854202015-01-30T12:36:00.000-09:002015-01-30T12:36:47.629-09:00Bali experienceBali isn't quiet. Ever. Even in the middle of the night, which is a vast difference than Alaska life, where one small hike can put you in a place of no noise. I remember hiking with my Spaniard friend, Marcos, in Skagway to lower lake, a few years ago. He stopped and put his hands up, eye brows raised, and said "Cole, stop, LISTEN!" I immediately thought he heard a wild animal, or some weird bird call. But then he said "It's soooo quiet! You can't hear anything!" For me, that is the way I grew up, but apparently, in other parts of the world, quiet is a luxury.<br />
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I thought the noise would be a problem for me, but I am surprisingly enjoying it. Every morning I have a team outside of mostly critters, birds, and roosters, buzzing, tweeting and crowing me out of bed. The rooster is the real eye opener at 4:30 am "Cock a doodle your butt out of bed Cole Doooo"! There is, however, one beetle that is the worst sound ever. It's like having tinnitus, except for it's on the loud speaker and 100 times more annoying. It sounds like some electrical problem, high frequency... and he will buzz for hours, and then pause, making everyone sigh of relief, until 5 seconds later, he starts up again. Other than the beetle, I enjoy the rest of the noise... water flowing, King Fishers calling, other birds I can't identify tweeting, rooster's crowing, etc.<br />
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Bali is also plush. Green everywhere. It's their rainy season right now, so we are getting a lot of thunder and tropical rain storms. The retreat's (NIH) atmosphere is more than ideal. I am currently in the commons room, that has no walls, watching the ducks play. Every once and a while I see a <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokay_gecko" target="_blank" title="">Tokay Gecko,</a> which is about the size of a small crocodile. It is more afraid of me than I am of him, but he will crawl around from time to time, jump in the pool, swim, and then go back to his home. NIH has a yoga hut area, meditation room, kitchen, pool, and commons area, which consists of a family size dinner table, bean bags, library, couches, TV and movies. Every area is open air... nothing has a door that shuts behind us and encloses us except our bedrooms. My room is pretty much the most perfect room ever. I have doors that open to a balcony, a writing desk, big closet, large bathroom with a tub, and a bed up on a platform that has a mosquito net. Bali also has a lot of ants, and because everything here doesn't really have walls, ants are everywhere... so don't get too jealous of my adventure haha!<br />
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Fasting started yesterday. Today we will get to learn what exactly we are drinking and how it detoxifies us. We also will learn how to do the enemas on ourselves. This part makes me nervous. Not only on how to do them, but what is going to come out of me. They told us that some people would find marbles coming out, or kids toys, that they had swallowed as children. Yikes! I haven't decided yet if I want to share that experience with you all on the blog. It doesn't gross me out one bit, but I know a lot of people share a different opinion than mine when it comes to gross things. I'm mostly curious if I find a parasite. That I will definitely photograph, but most likely will email to those who want to see, and not post on the blog.<br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;">I attached a few pictures below of Bali, but the only way I can get them to upload is if I Instagram them first, so many of you have already seen them. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful Friday night!! Don't get too crazy Seattle friends at the Gold Party!! And I want to see lots of pictures!!</span></div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com3Ubud, Ubud, Ubud, Kabupaten Gianyar, Bali 80571, Indonesia-8.519268 115.26329800000008-16.55799 104.93614950000008 -0.48054600000000036 125.59044650000007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-40563113400067809402015-01-28T22:39:00.001-09:002015-02-03T13:06:48.223-09:00Natural Instinct Healing<div style="margin: 0px 0px 20px; padding: 0px;">
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Detoxing is hard. It's day two here of smoothies and broths, which is our transition into the 10 day fasting detox. I'm grateful for these two days. It has allowed us to start shrinking our stomachs, and going through the emotions of not putting food in our mouths. I can't imagine just going straight into the fast. The daily schedule also keeps us busy, so that we aren't thinking so much of how hungry we are. Today has been lovely, but not easy. The day started for me at 5:30am. Yes... I know, big SHOCK here, but I attribute it to the rooster next to my room and jet lag. I meditated and read until the scheduled events started at 8 am. </span></div>
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<li style="clear: both; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 2px 0px 6px 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Dry skin brushing</span></li>
<li style="clear: both; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 2px 0px 6px 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">11am Sauna/steam and cold baths - Get super hot, and then dip yourself in cold water. </span></li>
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<li style="clear: both; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 2px 0px 6px 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">2pm Massage</span></li>
<li style="clear: both; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 2px 0px 6px 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Parasite Zapping - This is pretty awesome, but also disgusting. Basically we are killing the parasites in our system and then later going to see them come out of us. The process doesn't hurt and it takes an hour. After doing the zapping every day for a week, or more, you'll start to see the results, or not. Everyone is different. One host said she had a six inch worm come out of her. Ewwwwww!!! Don't worry, I'll take pictures.</span></li>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You also need to drink two or more liters of water, one cup of the tea of the day, one cup of this water they put stuff? in, 10 minutes of breath awareness, self reflect and meditation, and a few personal things that are different for each person here.</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tomorrow is where things will get interesting. Here is what an average day of the fasting will look like.</span></div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0Natural Instinct Healing - Detox Health & Wellness Retreat Centre Banjar Ambengan, Peliatan, Ubud-8.508543 115.273417tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-27785120762836130802015-01-27T13:37:00.001-09:002015-01-31T18:54:00.668-09:00Bali, Indonesia Retreat Adventure - Travel Days<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">First flight of 12 and a half hours went surprisingly fast. I watched two movies, took a five hour nap, and visited with the passenger next to me, who is a fruit broker (is that such a thing?). My layover was four hours in the Tawain airport, which is equivilent to Hello Kittyville... or duty free and snobby rich boutiques. Second flight was five hours, in which I watched Gone Girl Gone, and then immediately wished I had chosen Frozen instead.</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Before this retreat I was provided with a pre-fast information to help acclimate to a sugar free diet. I did the exact opposite of what the pamphlet said. Instead of eating an alkaline diet (avoiding meat, alcohol, processed food, caffiene, sweets, etc), I drank chai teas, ate cake pops, bought cookies for the plane, ate red meat, and drank wine (it was free, how could I resist?) all the way up until I got to the gate. Literally, I was shoving a cookie into my mouth as we pulled into the driveway. You have to understand that sugar is my crutch, vice, drug, whatever you want to call it. We have had a long, loving, not-so-loving relationship, sometimes making me feel super good, and then usually making me feel super bad. The one time I went off sugar, I actually made it for about two weeks, then broke down and had a <a href="http://www.starbucks.com/menu/drinks/frappuccino-blended-beverages/vanilla-bean-cr%C3%A8me-frappuccino-blended-cr%C3%A8me" target="_blank" title="">Starbucks Frappuccino</a> (aka 57 grams of sugar!!!!!), and immediatly felt dizzy and sick. Did that stop me? Nope. I do have to say though, that I really don't eat a ton of sugar, compared to the average American. I don't drink soda, juice, or mow down chocolate bars on a daily basis. But the little sugar that I do eat, is still too much sugar. I know sugar is bad for me. I know that is why my waist line isn't my best feature. I know that it's <a href="http://(null)" target="_self" title=""></a><a href="http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2012/05/07/the-sweetener-that-is-more-dangerous-than-alcohol.aspx" target="_blank" title="">toxicity</a> on the liver is just as bad as alcohol. But... I eat it anyway. Isn't that the second sign of addiction, using despite the consequences, denial being the first?</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I chose to go to this retreat not just for detoxing sugar, but because I have had a handful of health problems with my esophagus and stomach. Five years ago I was told I had a <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiatus_hernia" target="_blank" title="">hiatal hernia</a> (stomach is pushing up into my esophagus causing heart burn). I was given a Rx, which I never picked up, and instead avoided the five foods that were too acidic and caused heart burn for me; tomatoes, almonds, bananas, avocados, & apples. That lasted 4 1/2 years, up until last summer, when I was getting heart burn just sitting there, eating nothing. I had to sleep sitting up, would vomit almost nightly, and it hurt. I also felt my stomach in my esophogus. I would drink hot water and jump up and down until the stomach would fall back down. Everytime I ate something, I could feel my esophogus swelling. No bueno. I flew back to Seattle, had an endoscopy, and was told I have Eosinophilic Esophagitis.</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Exactly. Here is what <a href="http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eosinophilic_esophagitis" target="_blank" title="wikipedia">wikipedia</a> says:</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Eosinophilic esophagitis (eosinophilic oesophagitis), also known as allergic oesophagitis, is an allergic inflammatory condition of the esophagus that involves eosinophils, a type of white blood cell. Symptoms are swallowing difficulty, food impaction, and heartburn.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Eosinophilic esophagitis (EoE) was first described in children but also occurs in adults. The condition is not well understood, but food allergy may play a significant role. The treatment may consist of medication to suppress the immune response, but in severe cases it may be necessary to stretch the esophagus with an endoscopy procedure.</span></blockquote>
<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">After prick tests (about 30 on my back) and two blood tests, I was told that I had an allergy to the following: Dairy (all milk/cheese product), eggs (WHY GOD WHY?!?!), peanuts and all treenuts</span><span style="background-image: none; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">, and yeast (brewers and bakers). This means, no bread (sandwiches, buns, toast, etc.), no beer, no omlettes, no almonds, no peanut butter, no cashews (my favorite!!), no cheese, no baked goods with eggs, no massaman cury from <a href="http://m.starfirealaska.com/?smallView=1" target="_blank" title="">Starfire</a>....</span></span><br />
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-34055214748298138262014-07-29T20:19:00.002-08:002014-07-29T20:19:15.312-08:00Season 13It has been forever since I sat at my laptop and typed a blog. Seven months = forever. But this girl is busy! Fish Pirate's Gifts and Skagway Mining Company are both keeping me in full swing. Someone told me today that I was like a ping pong, going back and forth, back and forth. It's true. I pretty much live out of my suit case.<br />
Skagway Mining Co. couldn't make me any prouder. They are rocking this season. Sarah is managing for her 13th year at SMC, and her small team of seven is killing it. Yep, I only have eight employees this year, which is my smallest full time staff ever in our history. But they are all amazing, and I can't be more grateful for them.<br />
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Fish Pirate's Gifts had a hit this summer with the Carnival Miracle not coming to port all of June, July and August. Their reasoning, I heard, was due to an engine problem, making it so they have to go slower, between ports. It was either, pull all their cruises in southeast, or just skip Ketchikan and fix the problem in the winter. This has put a damper on Ketchikan sales. Carnival Miracle was one of our shopping ships, and we hope they get that problem fixed for next year.<br />
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-31091820765518559242013-11-22T17:50:00.000-09:002013-11-22T17:50:43.427-09:00Workation 2013When Barbie asked if I wanted to go away for three days to a cabin in the mountains with the girls, drink wine, hot tub, work during the day, and giggle, my reaction was similar to a teenage girl excited about a boy band in the mid 90's. No really, I jumped up and down and squealed! Working from home the last two months in utter seclusion, I often found myself chatting to Max, or watching TV shows incessantly on my ipad, just to hear conversation. Totes the truth. Plus who doesn't want to spend four days in the woods with a bunch of silly girls, bonding, and making hilarious memories.<br />
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com3Cle Elum, WA 98922, USA47.1953976 -120.9392490000000247.1522376 -121.01993000000002 47.2385576 -120.85856800000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-78292615765888916982013-08-07T20:21:00.000-08:002014-07-29T21:31:41.567-08:00Chilkoot Trail 2013Most of you have heard of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chilkoot_Trail">Chilkoot Trail</a>. If you haven't, please read about it's history, it's unbelievable what gold rushers went through on that trail in 1898. I hiked it years ago with four friends, and remember it being some of the most beautiful nature and landscape that I have ever seen.<br />
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Just a little run down. The Chilkoot trail starts in Dyea, and runs 33 miles to Lake Bennet. It's highest point is 3,000 feet in elevation and goes from plush temperate rainforest, with Sitka Spruce, and Alaska Hemlock, to glaciers, lakes, rock boulders, to a scene out of Lord of the Rings. I'm not kidding. This trail never looks the same. Around every corner is a new surprise.... snow, glaciers, wildlife, fjord like cliffs, different colors of lichen, rivers, lakes, wildflowers... *sigh, it's just gorgeous.</div>
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Mariah, my dear friend from DC, who has the best attitude about life and all it has to offer, asked me if I wanted to hike it again with her for her 42nd birthday. I immediately agreed. Here is a glimpse of our three day hike.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First night was at Pleasant Camp (10.5 miles in), 2nd night Deep Lake (13 miles more!) <br />
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Third day: 31,764 steps, burning 3,471 calories</div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-7659861819483137912013-07-24T14:54:00.000-08:002013-07-24T14:54:03.786-08:00Tourist Stores (yes that's plural)I totally forgot that I had a blog this summer (and a life), until someone commented on one of my posts and it notified me through email. Where've I been? I've been BUSY!!<div>
Fish Pirate's Gifts expanded the store this year from 1,500 square feet to about 4,500 sq. ft. and the restaurant moved back upstairs (Fish Pirate's Saloon). I started my season in Feb., two months earlier than usual, and luckily had the help of Sarah, Lauren, Terry and Hannah. It was a hellish process of going through Dock Sides's old inventory (pulling red tags until our fingers bled) and receiving new goods for the season. Hannah Martin is the new manager this season at Fish Pirate's and doing an AMAZING job!!! Not only does she have an eye for merchandising, she is on top of things without me having to ask. I'm very lucky to have her.</div>
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Nichollehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13294172741273059154noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703263781601100831.post-7365252886925030112012-12-28T21:11:00.000-09:002012-12-28T21:11:28.325-09:00Fargo, North DakotaHappy Holidays from Seattle, WA! I just arrived home from Ketchikan, Alaska, where I spent Christmas with Mom and the family. It was lovely. We had some snow, ate a lot of Christmas cookies, and enjoyed watching Avery open her presents. However, this blog isn't about home.... it's about the five days I spent in Fargo, ND and Minneapolis, MN, before I flew up north.<br />
Nate, my boyfriend, (Yes, boyfriend!), invited me to come meet his family before the holidays. Nate is from Fargo. Most of you, I'm sure, have seen the movie Fargo. I was anticipating what the movie depicts, and to be quite honest, it wasn't that far off. It was snowy, and flat, and people talked with Canadian accents. Everyone I met was super pleasant, people opening doors and saying hello as you passed. I even got a photo of me in front of a wood chipper that they have outside the visitors center.<br />
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Nate's family is incredibly nice. I met his parents, his two sisters, their kids, his grandma, his aunt, a few cousins, as well as, a lot of his friends. Deb, his mother, and her husband Dave, were super gracious to me. A big thank you to them!! His sister Ashley, who has a cute little girl named Olivia, joined us at the Mall of America, which is HUGE, and we had Olivia and Ella, Nate's equally as cute daughter, meet Diego and Dora. This was by far, bigger and better than meeting Santa Claus....and probably the biggest event of their lives. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For Twins fans Target Field</td></tr>
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I hope everyone's holiday season was full of love and laughter. Thank you Nate, for a wonderful trip to the mid-west. If I didn't get to see you in Ketchikan while I was home, I'll be back in one month!!! ox<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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