First, a couple of cute things said by our 4yo son, Cameron.
"I'm done with getting dressed. I'm going to stay in my underwear now."
--During yoga with me "Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Yah, I should definitely buy a cow when I grow up."
I'm trying to soak up every single minute that I have with him this year. He will start Kindergarten in 2014, so I am counting my blessings!
On to the fish oil experiment. David and I started taking Fish Oil pills last Friday. We've taken them before, but not for a purpose other than "because they're good for you." I did some research on the fat burning qualities and decided to begin taking 6g per day split into 3 doses with meals.
I began a bit conservatively to avoid any digestive upset. I've not had much luck with my guts lately, so I started with just 3g per day on Saturday. On Sunday and Monday I took 6g and by Monday night I realized a strange thing. I felt pretty good. Like in my brain good.
I don't mean to be a drama queen, but I force happiness much of the time. I'm prone to depression, just a little bit, and that's why I eat right, exercise and get my daily dose of God's word. Still, I tend to stuff not feeling right way down deep. On Monday I could tell that I was feeling "happy." Things that would have normally bothered me that day didn't trouble me at all.
David and I decided that even if it was a placebo effect, it was still worth taking the pills. Fish Oil is pretty inexpensive - we got two 100 capsule bottles at Wal-Mart for $16.95. That's a cheap anti-depressant...and it won't make me gain weight or be hung over like other methods...
I managed to find that my practical experience was indeed backed up by some scientific research. A quick Google search showed plenty of opinions that point to my same findings. Heck, even Dr. Weil recommends it. It's safe, cheap and does the trick, I'll take it.
In other news, after the worst brick workout of my life on Sunday, I had to cut a swim short on Monday. Yesterday I ran, but had to stop for some abdominal pain - I finished but it wasn't a good day yesterday. Today I erroneously got up and lifted. I'm having some of the same problems that were cured 5 years ago by Our 4th Miracle. I spoke to a very nice nurse yesterday that agreed that we need to get me in ASAP to get things looked at.
And no, there won't be a 5th Little Miracle.
So, that's it. Eleven days til my redemption race of the 2013 season and I am having to much pain to train. I don't know why God does this stuff the way he does - but He does. I'll be glad to get some symptom relief, but hope things will hold off till after the 15th. I sure would like to look back at this year with SOME sort of pride over my athletic accomplishments.
At least I have the fish oil thing keeping my brain from exploding. That's always good.