Journal | April 19, 2016

As I write this, BendandBrew.com is still in a “coming soon” mode that is applied by the theme I’ve chosen. Most of the website is ready to go and I’m still not sure what to call it. “Website?” “Blog?” “Platform?” I promised myself that I’d set it live after it was the best thing I could do at this immediate moment and allow it to grow and involve. The goal was for everything to be live and done with and ready to read/ignore by June 24th. Although, this could end up being a whole lot sooner.

As I write this, Carly and I are currently 2/3rds the way through an elimination diet. The past several weeks have been devoid of soy, corn, gluten, dairy, and added sugars. I’d like to write more about this at some point very soon — more about the idea of disciplining food as I’m getting older and my personal mindset/directions are changing. Right now I know of several friends who are pursuing the Whole30 diet in attempts to lose weight or feel healthier and for the most part it seems to be working. Frankly, I’ve had a light headache for the past week or so, likely “detoxing” from something that is no longer in my system. I’ve also lost a good dozen pounds in the process — not something that I intended to do considering the weightlifting I’ve been pursuing.

As I write this, it is 5:30 in the morning. I have been regularly waking up 20 minutes before my alarm, showering (so I can dress for the day) and getting in as much writing as possible before 6:30 (when the rest of the house wakes up/gets moving). I’m doing this all without caffeine and learning that it isn’t impossible. I’m not dead to the world at 3 in the afternoon. I still have plenty of energy to lift weights or practice yoga after work, and do a decent dinner and read and whatever else before I knock out at 11.

As I write this, both dogs are still snoozing. I can hear one of them curled up on the couch (where she’s technically not allowed to be) snoring like it is nobody’s business. The other dog sleeps in a crate in the laundry room. If I let her out and 5 in the morning, it would be a wildly unnecessary burst of energy way too early in the morning. So for now, everyone sleeps.


Originally published at Bend & Brew.

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