A month and a half ago, I tore a muscle in my leg. Maybe two tears, second degree or maybe third. A week later I started physio, which I now realize I do not understand at all, because I did not think that a muscle tear would require physio, I assumed stuff like back injuries or chronic stuff was what they dealt with.
I spent two weeks doing not much more than taking my kids to and from school and hockey and going to physio, and lying on the couch feeling miserable. I had to stop going to my beloved yoga classes which made me sad.
Once my leg felt better, I had to scurry to catch up on my Christmas shopping. I ended up at the local toy store one day and noticed that a vacant building had become a "wellness center," housing chiropractors, massage therapists, and a naturopath doctor. I had been thinking about going to see a chiropractor, something I did regularly about ten years ago for neck and back problems, but I wasn't sure that a combo of physio and chiro was such a good idea. And I realized that I really felt kind of crappy and had been feeling kind of crappy for quite some time. And I booked an appointment with the naturopath.
Long story short, the naturopath checked me out, recommended some supplements and some dietary changes, nothing too bizarro. I started the supplements right away, but held off on the dietary changes because Christmas was four days after the appointment and I didn't want to set myself up for frustration.
Has everything magically changed for me? Not exactly. I feel somewhat better, I think my skin is clearing up, I am eating better and I am starting to move away from the food choices I'd been stuck in for a couple years. Not that we ate poorly, but we weren't exactly adventurous with our protein and veg selections.
Tonight we had Mediterranean salmon, warm "winter tabbouleh" (make tabbouleh with red quinoa and don't bother to chill it before serving) and kale chips (these didn't work out as well as the last time I made them, I kind of burnt them all, but, still, not bad). I made a cranberry-apple loaf in the--wait for it--slow cooker (you put a foil-covered loaf pan in the slow cooker then pour boiling water to surround the pan, leave it for four hours on high). And I guess this might count as "clean eating" if I knew what that meant, but which I define as eating a lot of food close to the unprocessed state (okay, the salmon was out of a box, pre-seasoned). What started as me trying to modify my diet based on the naturopath's suggestions has turned into my whole family eating new stuff. Like rainbow chard, which the kids don't really mind. Go figure.