Presentations. Workshops. Public speaking.

We do them, get through them.

The one today for work was okay, except for the fluttering in my stomach, the dry mouth.

Then my guts, just tightening up, wanting to get out of there.

A few more sips of water, cups of tea (brought my own peppermint along).

The nerves about the presentation.

I know it all.

But sometimes it actually makes me feel sick.

It’s the same as the feeling of too much sugar, or milk.

But without the outside factor of food to blame.

But aside from that, it went well.

How many syllables in “gastrointestinal”?


Well, cutting out and finding replacements for all those OMG I’m just wheat products.

To see how I go. I’m not going stress too much if there isn’t a suitable option to fit with it. Because stressing about it will only make it worse.

I think it’s working for me.

It’s not not working.

(I also haven’t had diet coke in about 5 weeks. That must be good for me too, hey?)

Plus the bread from my bread maker tastes like the olive oil I put in it :) Bonus!

See how this goes. Looking for blogs of course to steal ideas from. ;)

(Oh and first time lucky, I liked the packet mix Orgran gluten free bread mix. Nice to start off well.)

Orgran Gluten Free Breadmix

Orgran Gluten Free Breadmix

Orgran Gluten Free Breadmix

ham, avo tomato turkish

I just need to learn to pace myself. With everything.

And learn that even if something is considered healthy, and it tastes delicious, I probably shouldn’t go back for seconds, because too much of anything, no many how healthy, doesn’t work well for my innards, and I’ll feel the effects later.

Small steps.

i have to drive
i have my reasons, deer
it’s cold outside
i hate the seasons here

i suffer mornings most of all
i feel so powerless and small
by 10 o’clock i’m back in bed
fighting the jury in my head

Amanda Palmer – Have to Drive.

Some mornings are hard, get out of bed, have to shower, evaluate the day. Set about it. It improves, usually, as it goes on, no matter what mood my head or my stomach were in first thing. At times, it doesn’t, so I head back home. Down the hill. Past the pretty flowers. But I don’t drive. Not to work. Unless I have “things” to do. Appointments. That need to be rushed to between clients. Between work. Between the outside world.

(The Who Killed Amanda Palmer videos – do it.)

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