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Here it is, Ladies. The Adrenal Fatigue Protocol: 1000 mg Magnesium Oxide in the AM 20 mg Manganese in the AM 5-6 drops 2% Lugol's Iodine per day 100 mg Potassium 2X per day 1/4 tsp Sea Salt in warm water 2X per day I have sort of started doing bits and pieces of this adrenal support protocol for years. I'd buy sea salt and take that. I'd experiment with different types of magnesium to see what kind wouldn't give me diarrhea. I'd get some kelp pills. They'd smell weird.  I never really committed to it. I still hardly want to. But in the interest of committing to things, I thought I would share this nugget with the rest of all ya'll in case you wanted to join me! (I totally DID buy my ketone meter, if anyone was wondering :) And you can join me in the Keto diet too!  Pretty proud of myself over here...) For some reason I think that I know that I don't have adrenal issues. It's silly. My POF was spontaneous and remains totally unexplained...

Ladies, Last week I decided to bite the bullet and DM Leanne Vogel on Instagram. I am not sure if many of you are familiar with her work, but she has written several books on the Keto Diet and recovered from Pill-induced amenorrhea after not having had a period in 8+ years. I felt that we were somehow soul sisters, even though my period disappeared without the pill. Or any other good reason. ANYways. I felt extremely vulnerable messaging her, and all for no reason, since I haven't heard back from her yet and likely as not never will... but as I was sending that poorly composed, spur of the moment Insta instant message, I became acutely aware of how ridiculous the scenario was. I wasn't asking for her opinion, or her expertise even. I didn't know what I wanted. I have read her stuff and know what she would recommend, but I don't even have the balls (or the conviction) to give it an honest effort. Was I asking her for encouragement to go ahead and try it? It was the s...

I got a new job recently. You know, a new job. Where you meet new people and they ask all of these invasive questions but are actually just trying to get to know you better. Where do you live? How long ago did you graduate? Where did you go to school? Where are you from? How long did you live there? Do you have any animals? Do you have kids? Do you have kids? Do you have kids? Do you have kids? It's like it echoes in my brain and I immeditely think "Why is that any of your business? Nope. No kids. And please never ask again, because the answer won't ever change." As I have been dealing with diagnosis and how sucky it is, I have often thought better of asking people questions about their plans for children. Since I am Catholic, large families are common, as are thoughtless comments about couples without kids, but I have learned to pipe up that maybe they can't have children, because it is myself I see on the recieving end of those comments. Sometim...