Poisoned, Moon Dayed & Just Generally Abused

Posted in ashtanga yoga, dog! on 06/22/2009 04:37 pm by karen

Felt like crap last night, this morning, and now.

Sigh.

Okay, yesterday I went to visit my Dad for Father’s Day. I brought him his two favorite things: bourbon and homemade Snickerdoodle cookies. He was VERY pleased.

While I was there, my Mom made me eat a meal. Sigh. She is a VERY persistent Italian mother.

One of the things I ate was some fish. She was *thrilled*. Usually she can’t make me eat anything, and here was this bonus — I was going to eat some animal! Woohoo.

Oh, and I had a bourbon and coke with my Dad. I love having a drink with my Dad. As he handed it to me, I noticed he’d used Diet Coke. Whatever. Maybe he thinks I’m fat.

During all of the eating and drinking, my Dad was loving Waylon. We had a dog when I was growing up and when he died, my Dad was so sad he never got another dog. Oh, and my Mom doesn’t like dogs in the house. That may have played into the decision as well.

Still, Waylon gets to romp around their house, and he and my Dad played tug-of-war and catch and “here, let’s eat some cookies together, and maybe you’d like to try a jellybean.”

Nice.

On my way home, I reached to turn on the radio and realized my right arm was all pins and needles. Uh oh. This can be a precursor to a migraine. Yup, then the right foot was pins and needles, and then the right side of my face. Unpleasant but nothing new, so not a huge deal. I blamed the neurologically toxic effects of Diet Coke.

By the time Waylon and I got home, I felt headachey and gross. I tried to feed him and Maxine. Maxine was into it, but Waylon wouldn’t get near his bowl.

I lay on the couch, he lay on the floor. Bleh.

Early to bed.

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Felt like crap this morning. Waylon ate last night’s dinner for breakfast. It’s a Moon Day, I shouldn’t go to the shala. But you only get to go Monday, Wednesday and Friday. You should take the opportunity. You can take a Moon Day on Tuesday if you still feel bad. Maybe practice will make you feel better.

I shouldn’t have listened to myself. I felt like crap at the beginning and I felt like crap at the end. Only now my stomach felt bad, too. Great. I blame the toxic effect of the fish. Or maybe mercury poisoning, as I had tuna last week, too. I can develop a pretty bad tuna problem pretty quickly. It gets out of hand.

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Kapotasana: crap.
Eka pada sirsasana: crap.
Dwi pada: ditched it because I felt like crap.

Thought: I need to do some chest and hip openers in my yin practice. Oh right, I don’t have a yin practice.

Maybe Mom tried to poison me with the fish because she was bitter that I figured out such a cool present for Dad.

***

You know what makes me feel better? “Keeping Up With The Kardashians.” They had a marathon on yesterday. I saw two of them. For some reason, the show makes me feel very happy.

I was talking on the phone with My Gift and said, “I hate to tell you what I’m watching right now.”

She was appalled. “Don’t tell me you watch ‘The Girls Next Door’…”

“Of course not!” I scoffed.

“Right, because even though you watch ‘Keeping up with the Kardashians,’ the thought of watching ‘The Girls Next Door’ is preposterous!”

She shames me.

 

5 Comments

  1. Oh Karen… so interesting that you blogged about this situation since I had my own “home visit” meal dilemma. I can’t write about it since my mom reads my blog (and sometimes my dad). She would feel horribly guilty and silently freak out. Anyway, I’m so sorry you feel sick and that it comes from doing something that was meant to be loving!! I ate things with my parents that I do NOT want to eat anymore… but… it’s hard to decline when there’s no understanding of why someone would not want to eat such things… you know what I’m talking about. It feels like I’m not being a good guest, or something weird like that. I didn’t get poisoned by the food I ate, but certainly didn’t feel nourished and it just didn’t sit well with my brain. I’m already devising a plan on how to survive Thanksgiving.

    Remember, the good thing about a crappy practice is knowing how wonderful a good one feels! And, if you ever feel this way again, you’ll know that maybe it’s better to take the day off and feel crappy in front of the TV! Hope you’re feeling better soon.

  2. hi Karen
    since i had my little bout with mercury poisoning – i could share that eating a lot of fiber and drinking a lot of fluids, and following your usual diet will flush the mercury out. even though i consumed a LOT of mercury by accident, it was not over the normal limit of safety, so i think in your case you would have minimal exposure. i used to eat turkey at Xmas and now it feels too fleshy so i don’t, so i understand your aversion to eating meat or fish even at a family gathering.
    hugs
    Arturo

  3. What would happen if you should tell The Gift that you watch Girls Next Door, even though you don’t? If she should lay the shame onto you for that, then maybe it would be phantom shame and you would be impervious to it because it’s not true. It would be like a shame tree falling in a forest, with nobody around to hear it.

  4. Eh, when I have a practice like that I bail out around bharadvajasana :)

    Liz, if your Mom reads your blog can’t you get her to understand how important your eating changes have been to your sense of well-being? And anything else you don’t want to eat for other reasons, I would just throw under the same umbrella. I think people who care about us can be less understanding of ‘rational’ reasons for food choices, but they DO want us not to feel sick and bloated all the time, right?

    Sorry for the blog hijack, Karen, and hope you feel better..

  5. Oh, Liz, you are so right about how the crappy practices make the good ones so much better. I had a terrific practice this morning. :-) Thank goodness, too, because then I had a mad crazy day at the office. At least my day was great until 8 AM!

    I’m thinking I’ll try to avoid being greedy on Moon Days from here on in. Try. Try. Try.

    Phantom shame trees. Only you, Carl :-)

    Susan, I’m gonna bail early next time I feel that awful in practice. I don’t think it did anything for my constitution to proceed despite feeling so bleh.

    Hi Arturo. I forgot about your mercury experience. I kind of joked about the tuna poisoning, but it’s probably a pretty real risk…

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