The Candida Diaries: According to morosophic on Snapchat, it's all just beds and cats with me. And FOOD, morosophic. AND FOOD.

New morning reading/writing/coffee drinking nook.The first couple of weeks in a new place always seem a little like a vacation, or suspended reality - like you should be excused from all obligations and other established routines, because hey, you just moved and you need to unpack and get settled in and figure out what your routine should be. 

Or maybe that's just me, using it as an excuse to do nothing but rearrange my closet and desk and shuffle a bunch of paperwork from one place to another while simultaneously feeling oddly productive. 

So hey, I just moved, I'm all unpacked (secret? It took me, like, a day to unpack, but I suuuper enjoyed using that excuse for an entire week to get out of stuff), and I'm finally settling into a routine at the new place).

New bed. (a.k.a., magic portal to heaven). I told my friend Megan that more guys should sleep with me just so they can experience my comfy bed making. #thiscouldbeus #butyouplayinWhen I first decided to move in with Jen's, I had this sort of vision of what the rest of my summer would be like - yoga in the backyard in the morning; long, meandering walks to the post office, coffeeshop, and/or grocery store around noon; afternoons at my desk in my sunny bedroom; starry nights around the campfire in the backyard. 

This is the new backyard in which I (sometimes) do yoga.And it's kind of been like that...one thing I've noticed about myself, however, is that when I move, when my environment is disrupted, my habits are disrupted, too. I love structure but I hate routine, so it's been a bit of a challenge, getting back into the daily schedule of things. 

Meditation space/altar and book nook (I'm liking the word "nook" lately, kay? Leave it alone!)It also doesn't help that I'm in the testing phase of my Candida treatment right now. Basically, to catch everyone up, I was given permission by my doctor to go a little lax on my treatment the past few weeks so we can retest and see how much actual progress has been made. Which, in all honesty, has been GREAT - I haven't been going crazy with it, but it's been really nice to go out and order something and not have to think twice about whether or not I can have this or that. I already know that I'm going to have to restart some semblance of my treatment soon - my eyes still get blurry when I have too much sugar, I still fall into a coma after simple carbs, I can tell that my moods are still severely affected by both sugar and carby stuff, and my skin is less glowy - but the best discovery from this phase? I CAN NOW HAVE BEER. And more than one - multiples, even - with feeling like I'm getting a cold! I cannot tell you guys how much this absolutely delights me - I can drink beer like a normal, cool, totally awesome beer-drinking person again!!! My gut may never like carbs ever again, and my body definitely cannot handle sugar, but probably the best thing to come out of this treatment (other than the weight loss and the glowy skin) is that it's healed my gut enough that I can drink a beer around a campfire, just in time for summer. 

Creative corner. I am inspired by famous faces of fitness, a smartass baby, a speaking award masquerading as a Twilight meme, and outakes from a decades-old modeling gig where I was supposed to look cool but messed everything up with my dorkiness.My one big hope from retesting is that I really want to reintroduce fruits back into my diet. Especially now that it's summer, it's really hard to think of passing up fruits like blueberries or strawberries or even blackberries because my body can't handle even the natural sugars in them. I used to crave strawberries the way drunk sorority chicks crave Taco Bell...and then I would literally devour them because  my body would respond to the sugar in them the way a hipster responds to the sound of a PBR being cracked open. But there's just something about having fruits in my daily diet that just makes me feel healthier, so I'm hoping that my gut has healed enough that I can have fruits in moderation. 

Took myself out to breakfast today because I love myself, and also stuffed French Toast.That being said, while I've thoroughly enjoyed being in this lax phase, I'm actually kind of excited to get back to treatment. I just feel better, both mentally and physically, when I'm on it...and even though it was such a freaking struggle when I first started, I think I've actually grown to like the structure and the restriction of it. Whether this is good or bad, I don't know (and don't really care) but I've learned that when there are many choices, it's so much more fun for me to pick the bad ones. It's like I'm giving myself a dare..."So, you *could* have the scrambled eggs and lean turkey, but I DARE YOU TO HAVE THE STUFFED FRENCH TOAST."

It's just how my mind works. And I know myself well enough by now than to know better than to fight it. 

So next week (it was supposed to be a couple weeks ago, but like I said: I had to get SETTLED! I was MOVING! And also I needed to have stuffed French Toast JUST ONE LAST TIME) I'll be going in for retesting, and then from there we'll have a clearer picture of what my lifetime maintenance is going to look like...a.ka., what are the things that I can still have in moderation, what are the things that I should just stay away from for the rest of my life, and what are the things that I can start adding in and testing? ALL WILL BE REVEALED NEXT WEEK. 

And until then, please enjoy this photo of my new cat roommate, Chandler: 


Chandler is Jen's cat, and today I realized that he's basically the male version of the late Deloris Pookerton Carter (miss you, Pooks!): He never shuts up, he can't just mind his own business, and nothing is ever good enough for him. For instance, I love how HE'S annoyed with ME for taking a photo of him while he's laying on and messing up MY bed. 

So of course, I'm already half-way in love with him. 

Beds, cats, and food, people.

IT'S WHAT GREAT BLOGS LIKE THIS ONE IS MADE OF.