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COFFEE

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I used to hate the stuff, couldn’t stand it. Then I loved it and couldn’t get enough of it. Now I am indifferent, I don’t drink it but I don’t despise it either. I just much prefer a different hot beverage.

Coffee was always around as a kid, it just wasn’t something I drank and I truly didn’t really start drinking coffee until I was about 26 or 27 and then it was just your good old freeze dried gear from the supermarket, Moccona was my go to brand.  I can remember my first real coffee experience, going on a camping trip with a girlfriend and her father, we pulled over at a park and out came the thermos, coffee, sugar, milk and for the father a hip flask. Coffee was made and whiskey added to the old guys cup and we sat and enjoyed. The thing that  I can remember the most other than an old dude adding alcohol to his coffee at 9am was how I felt getting back in the car. My god dam heart was racing in fact it felt like it was going to burst outta my chest. I felt wired I felt intense and to be honest a touch scared. It’s weird to say but I felt good as well and of course I went back for more at the next stop and so my coffee journey had begun. I guess for the next ten years or so it was pretty tame really. Until Lee and I, had an epiphany and started Epiphany coffee which was a mobile vintage van with an espresso machine in it and holy moly did my coffee interest go through the roof!

All of a sudden flat whites, cappuccinos,  lattes, short blacks and macchiatos became common names.  I became a small double shot flat kinda guy really quickly and I won’t lie I loved it, I loved talking about it, I loved the art of making it and the science behind it. It became our world. And then we made the next obvious move, open a cafe of course and move from flat whites to straight double shot espressos, I was deep and had gone hard core right?   It was nothing for me to smash 3 or 4 of those little black cups of gold into myself in a day.  I was at the point of using words like sweet to describe coffee and was always chasing the perfect pour.  I didn’t notice my heart racing anymore it was like I had become comfortable with it, sure it still gave me a pick up first thing in the morning then at 10ish and again at lunch. I was usually pretty careful not to indulge after say 2 o’clock for fear of not being able to get to sleep.

Then one random day it hit me that I was under its spell and completely reliant on it, to boost my mood and give me energy though the day, the constant pick you up companion. That random day was about two days after not having a cup for a bunch of reasons the main being I was so obsessed with “my” coffee that I wasn’t prepared to drink anyone else’s, my stubbornness cost me a great load of pain. Oohh my goodness the headaches were excruciating, borderline crippling, three days in and the opportunity to get back on board with “my” coffee and I thought fuck it I’m done I have come this far let’s see how long I can survive without it.

I reckon I was still feeling the come down a couple of weeks later but every day I kept saying, it’s going to get easier, it’s going to get easier, surely it gets easier, when the fuck is it going to get easier. It got to the point where I was totally repulsed by the look and smell of coffee, I even tried to reacquaint  myself with it but didn’t have the stomach, I couldn’t bring myself to drink it. I did manage to muscle down a cup of my dear old friend six or so months ago and wowzers it was like I had wound  the clock back ten years to my very first cup. My heart started to race, everything felt fast, I rang Lee and she could tell straight away because of how I was speaking, I just couldn’t control it.

So I made a decision not to go back down that road. I’m not saying that I will never indulge in a cup ever again, I’m saying I prefer other hot beverages with health benefits at the moment.

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Steve

POO

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POO

Here is a topic that seems dear to both of our boys at the moment, our 6 year old started it and it has rubbed off to our 3 year old.  POOPIE head and I’m gonna poop on you, are two well loved fav’s that come out of both their mouths regularly.

It has however got me thinking, you guessed it about poo, how we poo, how we wipe, what we use to wipe, the impact of what we eat to the “style” of stool we pass and if it’s an indication of our guts health.

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First things first, I’m gonna lay the cards on the table and get it out there.  I am a back the front wiper a semi scrunch semi fold use heaps of paper kinda guy.  What’s a back the front wiper I hear you ask, well it’s a between the legs wipe instead of the traditional old fashion reach around the back and wipe version.  I don’t know why or how I even learnt to do it this way, perhaps it’s how my parents do it;  I haven’t been game enough to ask the question, it would feel a bit weird!  Which is how the reach around the back feels to me as well?  The semi scrunch semi fold really depends on the type of poo I’m dealing with, there is nothing worse than running with a fold, going in a touch hard, ripping the paper and getting shit on your finger, so balance between scrunch and fold is extremely important.  As far as paper type we have always gone down the recycled road which can be a bumpy road at times, thickness is something you don’t want to take lightly, otherwise it’s good old poo fingers again.

I feel we have this issue sorted now though because the guys at Who Gives A Crap have got it nailed, a thick generous, sturdy ply, 3 ply to be precise, 100% recycled, no chlorine, inks, dyes or scents.  It’s the best recycled bog roll you can get and they are doing some pretty amazing stuff in poor communities to boot, with their profits….check em out here

As for how we poo I am a straight up sit down and get to business dude, although  I have been known to do a bit of “face booking”.  I saw the other day a contraption that you put in front of the loo that lifts your feet up so you are in a squatting position, it’s called a squatty potty.  Now I haven’t done a massive amount of research on these suckers but from what I have seen they look pretty bloody awesome and I am going to give it a whirl, anything that makes it easier and cleaner to crap and better for your body then I’m in boots and all!!  I will do a re post after a trial run…..bet you will be hanging out for that.

In terms of what we eat and how we crap, that seems to get quiet technical and relates back to gut health and what the body allows into the system and what it rejects as waste so I won’t go into depth other than to say the bodies gut has a lining that allows certain things through that are beneficial to our systems and rejects the waste, now if our lining is compromised which is referred to as leaky gut we start to see issues.  This is a whole other topic with many different aspects that we will cover in more detail later.  Lets leave it simple and say that the cleaner the food you put in your gob the more efficient the body is at using it, the better your logs at the other end.

I know it’s a strange topic to bring up but if you take out all the grossness it’s a pretty important thing to look at, maybe not literally!

Crap, Bog, Poo, Shit, whatever you call it try and make it the healthiest, easiest experience you can, a clean system is the best system so let’s not clog it up.

Poo jokes are funny and I’m sure my boys will get a kick out of them, so post them,  just try to keep them clean – ish

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Poopie heads!!

 

 

First Step

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I can clearly remember when Lee told me she wanted to invest $1500 of our money into an essential oil kit, I honestly thought we couldn’t afford it first of all and secondly I had no idea what, how and why they are used.  I started googling essential oils and in particular doTerra as a company, I guess I was trying to find justification for spending “that type of money” whatever that means!!

So I dug and dug and dug some more and for some reason I was disappointed to find everything I read, everything I watched and everything I listened to was positive, positive, positive, it was all good.  Imagine that, being disappointed about something being positive!!

So we parted with our hard earned cash and entered into the world of essential oils.

Lee was super stoked when the package arrived and I was a bit more like eehhh whatever, cool, yeah sweet babe, nice oils hey and for me they kinda sat on a shelf or in a box or somewhere, I am sure you could say I wasn’t really interested.

As we were starting our oil journey we were also running a Paleo/ Vegan organic cafe, I know, I know Paleo/Vegan? How does that work?  Well it’s a blend of both worlds and a big part of what we did was raw vegan cakes, slices and bliss balls, dessert type stuff, right.   And this is where the light bulb got turned on.   An epiphany if you will.

Lee made a cake which wasn’t anything unusual, in fact it was more than normal.  It was a raw chocolate and orange torte.  Now we had been mucking around with this sort of stuff for a while but fuck me!!  This cake was unbelievable, I remember thinking I could eat this whole cake if she let me, well at least half of it no worries.  It was simply divine and is still a part of our menu today.  The secret ingredient Wild Orange essential oil of course.  And so my eyes are fully open and receptive to essential oils right?  Heck Yeah!!  All of a sudden I was sticking oil in everything, smoothies, cakes, water and bliss balls, most times it was super successful although every now and then I went a touch over the top, my fennel and banana smoothie only got tried once.

So my journey began with a food experience and grew rapidly into just about all aspects of my life.  I use them for sleep, relaxation, focus, if I’m cranky, for motivation, if I have a crook belly, the list goes on and on, in our toothpaste, to smell good and of course in food.

Occasionally a drop or two of lime even gets put into a beer on a Sunday arvo!!

 

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Steve