Everybody has an image inside their heads that represents “me.” The “me” is our center, how we define who we are in relation to the rest of our world. Mine just got blasted into wacky-holistic/crunchy-granola/out-there land.
Being the wonderful, supportive, and humble husband that I am, I have been more or less onboard with Laura’s holistic journey. The changes seemed pretty normal at the beginning:
Laura: “Husband, maybe you should give up fast food for a while, it’s bad for you in so many ways”
Me: “Yea, you’re probably right. Just for a little while. I’m not giving up my McDonald Shamrock Shakes in March though...”
Laura: “I think we should switch to all organic foods. I cannot believe how fake everything is with chemicals and hormones.”
Me: “That sounds expensive. I feel okay after a couple of corn dogs at the fair, but…we can try it for a little while.”
Small changes – but I could roll with it. “I’m still a pretty normal guy” I told myself. However, the slippery slope was getting steeper.
Laura: “We need to triple our vegetable intake; let’s join a CSA; here, try this bone broth; I just learned how to make non-chemical deodorant for us…”
And while I was dropping 25 lbs. of extra weight and feeling better than I had in years I kept thinking, “What the heck is going on here? None of my friends have freezers full of chicken feet, drink raw milk, or take fish oil after every meal.” That’s the kind of strange stuff that sandal-wearing tree huggers do. Not me.
But this week I had to look smack in the face at reality and admit that the sandals did fit pretty well after all.
I had a painful, angry rash that had been under my arm for about a month. I tried a variety of treatments with no success. Just as I was about to make an appointment with my Oriental Medicine doctor, Laura says, “You need pro-biotics, you should try putting Kefir under your arm.” To which I lovingly replied, “Kefir is spoiled milk – are you crazy?! “ Laura replied, “I’ll bet that it will clear up the rash, and if you lose the bet and your arm gets better you have to write about it on my blog.”
Thankfully nobody at work asked me about the new cologne I wore for a week called “Curdled-the essence of bizarre.”
Did it clear up the rash under my arm? Would I tell this story to the world if I hadn’t just lost another bet to Laura?
Yea, I guess I have to admit that I am pretty far out there. But…it doesn’t feel as far away as I thought it would!