Coffee alternative

I used to look forward to having coffee in the morning. So much so, that I once told my husband, "I'm so excited to go to bed, because it means that when I wake up, I get to have coffee."

Yeah, when you're an adult, sometimes the smallest things make you giddy.

Despite my love for it, coffee does not love me back. It's a sad truth that I have come to accept. The "treat" I now look forward to is my daily fruit smoothie.

Okay, the one pictured was an extra treat because it had coconut whipped cream on top. Typically, I try to avoid adding sugar. I'm trying to cut it out entirely, because it's notoriously inflammatory, but once in a while I cave a little. 

I have this nifty Ninja single-serve blender, which was a gift from a good friend. I LOVE the thing. You put all the ingredients into the cup, attach the blades, stick it on the machine, and when it's done, you unscrew the blades and replace it with a top. You drink right out of the cup everything was mixed in. Less dishes and less work means happier mama. 

I combine frozen fruit, unsweetened coconut water and half a banana. I actually don't like bananas, but I don't mind a mild taste of it in a smoothie. And it adds enough sweetness that you don't need any sort of sugar. Then I add some liquid probiotics, chia seeds, collagen powder, and my vitamin D3 drops for the day. The nice thing about a smoothie is you can toss in whatever supplements you want. I take so many pills a day that it's nice to be able to just add stuff to what I am already drinking. The only problem is, as soon as I make one for myself, and sit down to relax and drink it, the kids come up and beg me to make them one, too. Oh well, as long as they're eating healthy. 

Today started out great, but as the day has worn on I've become more fatigued and I'm getting some brain fog. Still dealing with some residual congestion from the cold I had as well. I think I'm going to try some Burbur-Pinella just in case I am herxing. I know Bartonella is on the loose right now, I wanna knock those suckers out. It's awful to live out your life and know there's these tiny little bastards literally drilling through your muscles and organs. Something about it makes me have the urge to douse myself in gasoline.

Obviously not a good plan. 

My goal has been to relieve stress as much as possible in an effort to strengthen my immune system. If I am spread too thin I end up becoming a slave to my commitments, and self-care gets put on the back burner. Right now, I need to allow myself to be a top priority. It's not selfish, it's essential. If I want to be back to the person I know I can be, I need to allow myself time to rest and fight. It's hard to make people understand sometimes, because outwardly, I usually look so normal. I don't look sick, at least as long as I put on my makeup! And some days, I don't feel sick, at least for a little while. But that's the thing with Lyme - you can forget it's even there one day, and it can blindside you the next.