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  • Wooo 98% on my first Animal Homeopathy module.

    just received module 2, and its all about nutrition mostly. And I am so excited, it talks about why grains are so bad for our pets. This stuff excites me!

    I am leaning more towards animal Naturopathy stuff over human, but because I am doing a very expensive course that will take me 2-3 years, I will find a way to do them together. Mobile pet/human naturopath? Maybe. I will also be qualified in Remedial Massage. After this animal homeopathy certificate, I will do the diploma.

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    • I got interested in this stuff 5 years ago, when I found a tumor on my dogs ear. I looked into natural ways to deal with this, and found Holistic Animal Medicines. I used a herbal remedy called black salve to remove the tumor, along with homeopathic remedies. That healed well. In looking into all this I realised the problems were started by commercial pet foods, vaccines, flea treatments, and years of steroids for bad skin that he had. I removed all of these from our lives at this time. As well as moved to natural cleaners, personal care products for ourselves. As well as a more natural diet for our pets (sadly I did not discover primal for ourselves back then). I laxed on his diet for a bit last year. And a few months ago, he had a new tumor, on his anal glands this time. Treated this the same way, and it also healed well. I have just recently found 2 more smaller ones on his body, and I am treating them the same. He spent more of his life unhealthy, than healthy, so I know these lumps are going to probably keep popping up. And while he is still happy, and 100% his normal self, I will keep treating them the same way. Yes I don't know what is going on inside his body, but will keep away the chemicals, and keep him eating raw meaty bones, and just go from there. He is a small daushaund x, and is 11 years old already. He was my first baby I had him even before I met my husband.

      This unti is so amazing, talking about what damage all these commercial foods, and chemicals do. Its primal blueprint for pets really

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      • 98% - wow Ayla - you rock.
        keep at it ! I always say that if you can make money doing something that you love - go for it !!!!!!!
        G x
        "never let the truth get in the way of a good story "

        ...small steps....

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        • Thanks Gwamma!
          I don't know ill make a ton of money doing it, but I will enjoy it.

          Argh so frustrating. There is one kennel/cattery in NSW that used to take homoeopathically immunised animals (we used them 4 years ago). But now they are saying they don't now, but the woman has to check with the owners. But its so dumb. If all these other animals are immunised, why are they worried about my animals causing a problem. Looks like we will be looking for a house sitter for our NZ trip later in the year.

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          • I will offer to get their titres tested, that should satisfy them hopefully.

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            • Actually our 2 youngest pets are vaccinated, as they came that way unfortunately, so its the older 2 that I need to check.

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              • Blergh, got my yerba mate tea, and its horrible and bitter. It has left an awful taste in my mouth and I didn't drink much.

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                • OK so the kennel seems happy enough to let us come there. They were happy with the suggestion I get my oldest dogs titre levels checked, and if shows immunity to the 5 things dogs get immunised against then we can go to their normal kennels. But if not, they will take them, but they will be kennelled away from the other dogs, but will still be taken to the same yards to exercise as the others (at separate times) but still, you can't sterilise grass, so LOL. But anyway. Will still look into house sitting though, as it might be a better option.

                  Oh and note to self. 1-2-3 Breeeeathe !!!

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                  • My weight history:

                    as a child I was "normal" as far as I was concerned, I could wear nice clothes, including jeans! Haven't worn jeans since I was a teenager. But I was never weighed and I guess we were fed CW "healthy" We had the odd takeaway meal of fish n chips, but weren't really given "treats" except easter and xmas. But as soon as I got a job at 16, I spent all my money on clothes and junk food for me, and I often bought my friends lunch.
                    Interestingly enough I didn't put on weight though, but I was quite active, biking to school, and walking a lot. Just looked it up and it was only around 12 km each way, but I spose that is a lot of biking/walking. Biked that distance mostly, but did occasionally walk it. No idea why.
                    I turned 18 and moved out of home. Didn't have much money to eat much, so think I lost weight, I remember pants always being too loose around my waist, but fitting around my ass. I know I was wearing a size 12 from Glassons. God I couldn't shop there now :/

                    Moved to another town to live with my real mother again. We ate takeaways often. I then met a guy who turned out to be emotionally abusive. We also ate a lot of shit, he had his own issues with food. I know my emotional eating started around here. He made me feel like the most worthless piece of shit on earth, this was probably the lowest point in my life. I did try to harm myself a few times. I never wanted to die, but I was close, I guess thinking about it now, I just needed attention, but still my mother was not there for me at this time.
                    My weight got up to some where over 80kg, I found weight machine print outs from an old diary a while back.

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                    • It took 2 years to get out of this relationship. I am unsure how much I ballooned over this time though.
                      I met my now husband straight out of that relationship, not the wisest thing, as I never ever truly found myself. Still working on that now really. But anyway.
                      Emotionally eating continued. After a year into this relationship we moved to Australia as he got a job. He asked me to come, and I figured why not. I had nothing really in NZ for me. Not long after that my mother followed us here.
                      I weighed myself at someones house our first new years eve here, and i was 100 kg. I cried. Then I asked the person whos house we were at if his scales were right. He said they were. I couldn't believe I had done this to myself.
                      But yet I did nothing.
                      Fast forward a year or so, and my husband and I were discussing having children, he wasn't ready, but I told him it had to be now or I was leaving. The meanest thing ever, but I had always wanted them, and we nearly had one 2 months into our relationship. I feel bad for forcing him into it but he says he doesn't hate me for it, so thats something I spose. My weight was bought up, and he didn't think it was healthy to try yet. I said if a dr said it was OK to try then could we. He agreed. I went to a Dr who didn't even weigh me, just asked my weight, and I told her 100 kg, but as I found out not long later it was 107 kg.
                      She didn't seem bothered, and that was that. We tried for a couple of months, but nothing happened, but when you don't have a regular cycle what do you expect. I joined weight watchers, and lost 6 kg, and got pregnant, but miscarried. We got married just before this (that baby was a honeymoon baby). I hate looking at my wedding photos, I feel disgusting. We got married in a registry office, but I did buy a nice dress, and I thought at the time I looked nice
                      Next cycle after this, I fell pregnant with my now 5 year old. I ballooned to 122 kg. Within a month I had gone back down to 101kg. Lots of the weight I gained I guess was fluid. I did eat so badly and I believe I ate my way into Gestational Diabetes, which towards the end was diet controlled, so no need for insulin. I struggled to move around, i had to wear pjs most of the time, and I just felt plain awful. I could not wear shoes as my feet were so swollen, I wore slippers.

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                      • Once again I went back to weight watchers. It was working. I followed their meal plans exactly, I bought their products, and foods, I counted meticulously. I did have binges in there, fairly often, but was still losing. Exercise was gym classes, and walking. Lots of classes.
                        I got down to 81 kg, around xmas time of 2008 (my son was 1 now). I hovered around this weight for months. I am unsure why I couldn't break that number. I then discovered a very feminist forum, in my search for healing for my sons traumatic, and unnecessary c/s, this forum helped with this issue, but I actually saw the eat moar fat message, but I took it way the wrong way, and didn't bother looking into more about "normal eating" changed our family into more natural things, cleaning without chemicals etc, and stopped the nasty crappy pet foods, and vaccinations etc. But did not look into it for us, I don't really know why, I wish I had realised the message way back then, I think now it was very similar to primal. But I managed to get myself back up to 102 kg.
                        Then got pregnant when my first son was 2. I did eat better, and did not test for GD this time. I hired a midwife, and stayed home and had a beautiful healing 6 hour labour. Again went up to 120 kg approx. But lost most of that gained weight in the first month. And again I joined WW, when my son was a month old. I joined at 101 kg. I hired a treadmill and started when he was 6 weeks old, and did the C25K in my house. Once I got more confident I started running outside, and I enjoyed it. I added in some gym classes, at one stage I was doing 2 classes a day. I changed from doing WW to a eat 6 times a day, lean protein, brown rice and spinach type of plan. Felt like crap and was so worn out all the time.

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                        • For some insane reason I decided to train for a half marathon. I got injured several times during this process, but thanks to a great physio I was able to get back into it, and keep going.
                          I got my weight somewhere down to 85 kg or just under I think. Following my 6 x a day eating plan. So low fat it was stupid. When the half marathon came around, we also went on a family holiday, as it was in another state. As soon as we were on holiday, I started eating so badly, ya know carb loading at all that :/
                          I completed my half marathon in 3 hours and 3 mins. I ended up having a lot of stops for wee breaks (according to my garmin 16 mins of stopping all up). Plus I walked a fair bit in the second half, I was stuffed. My legs were starting to sieze up the last km or so. I was so proud to be finished, to me it was a huge accomplishment. Then later that night I looked up my results, and I had been disqualified for finishing 3 mins after the 3 hour cut off. I couldn't believe it, I was devastated. I ate a lot on this holiday and came home at around 88 kg. I once again went back to my 6 x a day eating, and lots of gym classes and running.
                          Funny enough nothing changed. Oct 2011 I discovered primal. At first the scale went up about 5 kg, but I looked tons better (the pics are in here somewhere. I started to feel amazing, and lots of my health issues disappeared. I tried the PB fitness, and some crossfit WODS at home, I had found. But then Jan 2012, I joined CrossFit.
                          The first day I walked in there, and I saw what the people were doing (I had just come for a visit to check the place out). I couldn't stop smiling, I knew it was what I wanted to do, I was so excited, I couldn't wait to get started. Yes I was not very fit, and was last at the workouts for ages, but it wasn't long before I was gaining strength, and confidence. I went in there not being able to box jump on the smallest box, only a plate, and I built up on that, and after 4 months I was able to box jump on the 13 " box. I had gone from ring pull ups, to pull ups with 2 bands (I had worked my way down some bands). I loved doing the strength work with the barbells. I was starting to feel so good about myself. This combined with primal eating (quite low carb, maybe 50 g a day), I felt so good.
                          Then it all crashed down

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                          • We had an event where another box came over for a competition, it was along side the open workouts for the CrossFit games.
                            That night I had 2 beers, no idea why, since I don't drink. Anyway we were packing up to go home, and I was playing with a plastic salad dressing bottle and tried to flip it over, and I dropped it. My coach lost it, and said he was sick of my shit. My mouth fell open, and I didn't know what to say to that, and stormed out and drove home. Now I was not at all drunk, and I knew I was fine to drive the 3 mins to my house. I would not have driven had I not felt up to it. Someone else was going to drive me home, but I was just too upset to hang around.
                            I showed up the next day, and the coaches partner came out to speak to me, and said they had followed me to make sure I got home safely. I thanked her, but I was still puzzled as to why she came out to meet me. She then went into a long speil about how I made everything about me, when talking to people (i did not know I was doing this at all). And that I needed to put my children in day care (I don't believe in it FOR US). She thought she could say this because yes I was vocal about how happy I was to be there every night during the week, as it can be a long day with 2 children, but I love my children of course, but I did need that break at night, CrossFit was me time, that I thought I deserved. She also said they hated me hanging out afterwards, as they always wanted to go home, WTF? I was never the last to leave, I always hung out when there was at least one other person there, and we seemed to be having fine conversations, that no-one seemed uncomfortable with. I don't get that at all. There was lots more stuff said, but basically she said we need you to take a break for a week, I was also dealing with an injury at the time, so thought yeah why not. Thinking about this now, makes me feel sick. She pretty much told me I was the worst person in the world. I ended up getting a text message later asking me to find somewhere else to train. To say I was devastated was an understatement. The whole situation was messed up, and I wish I knew why it was me that they didn't like for whatever reason. All that stuff they said hurt a lot.
                            This sent me to stop eating primally and stuff myself as much as possible, and I stopped exercising completely. This gained me nearly 20 kg again.
                            Which brings us to now. I have lost nearly 3 kg of that. But once again I am starting again. Did I let them get to me? Yes I did, but the whole situation was fucked up.

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                            • Argh and now I feel stupid that I have no one to talk to about all this garbage except on a forum where I know no-one personally. But now its telling me I am spending way too much time in front of my laptop.

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                              • People on this forum know me far more personally than my co-workers and the small number of friends I've made since emigrating... I shouldn't worry too much about venting if I were you.
                                I like badgers, books and booze, more or less in that order.

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