Ladies what’s up what’s up!
First – there’s a Nom Nom Paleo giveaway happening from now through Wednesday at midnight!
There were two giveaways in the last week that need winners!
First up: The Primal Organics Skincare $100 giftcard giveaway. The winner of that prize is…
I don’t know Alba’s last name, but she should have just gotten an email from me and the kickass Primal Life Organics team.
Second up: The 21 Day Sugar Detox Book and Cookbook giveaway. The winner of that prize is…
Okay, this is totally bizarre. 2000 + entries, and the winner is my mother.
She already has a copy. And this feels like the nepotic house of representatives of the ancient Romans and Nero is my emperor.
So I am going to draw again.
The second winner is…
Audra Lewis Dentinger!
Congratulations Audra — you should have received an email from me already.
Finally - ladies. There are two big giveaways happening this March. First, I am going to give away signed copies of the book, probably starting early next week (if you’ve already pre-ordered one and win we will cancel the pre-order), and second there will be one big deal wow this is actually costing Stefani money it’s so cool and I didn’t know Stefani knew anything about technology and perhaps it starts with an “i” and ends in “this is an elite yet arguably superfluous device” or with a “k” and ends in “fire” gift leading up right to the actual release on March 18.
I don’t want to spoil the surprise – but it’s a damn good one.
Once every few months, I make a vow that I am going to start cooking more. Sure – I mean, I do all the time. But the way I do it is highly streamlined and efficient. I microwave vegetables. I stir-fry ground beef. And really… not much else. This is the fastest way for me to cook and to get the calories I need.
I do enjoy my heals. But this time I have an added impetus to spend more time preparing food:
There is a man in whose bed I wake up from time to time.
And he likes food.
And he likes breakfast.
And wants to know what my “specialty” is.
Um – steamed zucchini and onions?
And wants to know what this whole “paleo” thing is all abount.
Um – steamed zucchini and onions?
So it is to my favorite cookbook authors that I turn. Michelle Tam, of Nom Nom Paleo blog fame, is one of them. (See the book on Amazon @ here.) I am also digging into Danielle Walker’s Against All Grain, which I’ll show you a bit more of next week.
Nom nom has been a successful blog (and intense labor of intense love) for a very long time. Michelle is well-established as one of the foremost foodies of the paleo world, having taken food blogging and photography up as a ….
third full time job?
Next to working a night shift and being a loving mother to her two children and wife to her husband Henry?
(Image credit: nom nom herself.)
And here is the story of Michelle’s day to day life, in cartoon form in the book Nom nom Paleo: Food for Humans. Please forgive the poor quality of the photo – it’s very late at night and very dim in this home.
Which is beyond inspiring.
By the way – this book has only been on shelves for weeks, and already it is a best-seller.
And which I am giving away of in celebration of my food liberation journey at the end of this blog post.
So what am I turning to Michelle to do for me?
Her book (which is co-authored by her brilliant husband Henry Fong) does so many things it’s hard to nail it down precisely why it’s so perfect for my endeavor. The book’s got recipes for every meal, every kind of protein, every kind of vegetable… It’s paleo and it nails easy and delicious all at the same time. The food porn, as is so often the case with my brilliant photography and cooking friends, is out of this world.
But perhaps most important of all – Nom Nom is the most instructional cookbook I have ever come across.
Michelle walks me through everything.
Ever wonder what all the gadgets in a kitchen are for?
Done. Explained. In photo and text form.
(One of several pages of explanations of different tools.)
Because it is not that I am inept in the kitchen… not by a long shot. But there is a lot out there for me to learn about if I so choose.
Ever wonder how to make even the most basic things that everyone sort of presumes you know how to do? Or perhaps not how to make them from the get-go, but rather how to perfect them? I’ve been making carmelized onions for decades. But what’s the best way to make this staple?
Personally, my favorite part of this book is how it so perfectly walks you through both the simple basics and the complex delights. There are, as we just saw, many different recipes for “basic” staples such as carmelized onions, slow roasted tomatoes, roasted bell peppers, and the like.
And there are many different recipes for spices and for rubs and for sauces such as paleo mayonnaise, dukkah, or “magical mushroom powder” — things that I can add to a simple steamed zucchini and onions in seconds.
And Michelle hits every paleo must-have with ease and fun. Ghee, for example. Bone broth. Mashed cauliflower “rice.” (I’ve been reading about that one in the paleosphere for ages.) A “proper French omelet.” Mouth-watering steaks.
She calls both the paleo must-haves and the spices “building blocks.” With these blocks, you can make anything delicious and in a hurry.
Which is my kind of cooking.
So I have now, from Michelle, tried-and-true ways to make the basics.
I have ways to use and spice up those basics with other “building blocks” like the mushroom power.
I have a super simple way to make “macademia nut ricotta” which my mouth is watering thinking about.
And then Michelle also has all the glorious complex dishes, and broken down step-by-step, photo by photo.
This means I can make paleo siracha (!),
(again, forgive my poor lighting and focus… smart phones do not apparently have the night vision of a cat)
and I can make prosciutto-wrapped frittata muffins (breakfast in bed!!)
and I can make Chinese egg foo young
and I can make Peruvian roast chicken with aji verde chili sauce
and polpette di vitello (veal meatballs) for my Italian host mother
and grilled lamb chops and mint chimichurri
and kabalagala (plantain fritters! which I might make just so I can brag about making “kabalagala” and say it 100 times fast.)
And just about any other paleo meal I could possibly dream of.
So take that inertia.
And take that zucchini and onions.
This is a kick ass cookbook, and I really could not recommend it more highly. And I am so excited to have such a fun, informational book with me to set me up with the basics and rocking with the highly complex flavors in no time. My new “special friend” will (at very least) be a fiend for my paleo food in no time.
In honor of this book, Michelle and Henry’s incredible success in recent weeks of which I am nothing but enormously proud, and of my own desire to make food a fun, relaxing part of my life, I bought an extra copy of nom nom and am giving it away!
The giveaway will be open from now Until Friday 2/28 at midnight.
Enter by points system. Should be easy peasy, just one click here or there.
Good luck and enjoy, my lovely friends!Read More
Last week I published a post in which I went into some detail on my current struggle with my health. I was shocked (though in retrospect I am certain I should not have been) to learn how many women empathize.
Today I want to go into a little bit more detail about what (by my best guess) is wrong with me and why. Hopefully this’ll help us start a conversation about recovering from stress, as well as raise some awareness about how prevalent stress-related health complications are.
The match at the bottom of the haystack: January 2011
To be clear: my “haystack” is very dry. Very, very dry. It has been for as long as I can remember. I have always been anxious. I have always been a poor sleeper – there is not one time in my life I can look back on and say ‘ah, yes, those were the glory days.’ I have always been a basketcase — if a tightly controlled and happy one — that’s just the fabric out of which me and my life are made. My haystack has always been dry and full of friction, ready to ignite.
January of 2011 was when the match was struck and everything “Stefani’s Health” sprinted to hell in a hurry.
Why? What happened? For one, I began taking T3 for my hypothyroidism, which upregulated my metabolism and therefore my heart rate. Worse, however, I began taking spironolactone, a usually fairly harmless drug (save for the rare occasion in which it can make you drop dead of hyperkalemia) often proscribed to women with hormonal acne.
I was so desperate to overcome my acne that I took drugs.
Almost immediately, I began having panic attacks.
Almost immediately, my previous insomnia problem which had always meant trouble falling asleep at night became an insomnia nightmare in which I was up until 4, 5, 6, sometimes 7am (and having to wake at 8 for class) anxious, sobbing, terrified, and with my heart racing.
I knew that spironolactone was supposed to reduce my testosterone levels, and I also knew it was a potassium-sparing diurectic. Neither of those things are known to cause anxiety in any statistically rigorous way. But hormones are hormones, and balance is important. More importantly, being a potassium-sparing diuretic means that other electrolytes – sodium, calcium, and magnesium - the electrolyte you need in order to feel calm – are flushed out of your system.
I quit the thyroid hormone, and that helped. It took me another month or two to work past my terror of going off the acne med (which, by the way, actually made my acne worse and my skin improved when I got off it… so… suck on that, Pfizer). When I did, it got better. I was no longer extremely clammy. Panicked. Palpitating. Wired. Incapable of falling asleep.
Not as extremely, anyway.
It never went away. In fact, in fairly short order, it got a lot worse.
Having been on this drug, I think I lost a significant portion of my already weak magnesium stores, which hurled me into the most painful and terrifying season of my life. I never slept. I didn’t know why. My heart always raced. My brain was out of control. Anxiety flooded every moment of my life, such that even tiny decisions like what color shirt to wear made my palms sweat and my heart race. I sought therapists. I sought psychiatric help in the form of the brilliant Dr Emily Deans (I never took anxiety meds, however, since I had anxiety about what they would do to me. Alas, the brilliant irony of mental health prescriptions.) I sought anything that might help – even acupuncture (which did). I contemplated giving up on living for the first time.
At the end of August it dawned on me that electrolytes might be an issue. You can actually die from an extreme electrolyte imbalance, so I checked myself into the ER. They ushered me in because my heartbeat was so fast. But they found nothing wrong with me.
And so – since then. It has been a full 24 months since I began taking spironolactone, and 18 months since I stopped. 15 months since I realized electrolytes were a part of my issue. 9 months since I realized that I needed to supplement with magnesium on a daily basis. 9 months still in which I struggled to sleep, struggled to be calm, and struggled to have the sense of self I had before January 2011. 2 months since the most stressful period of my life.
Of course magnesium is not the only issue.
Adrenal fatigue: Do I believe in it?
No, and yes.
No, I do not believe in adrenal fatigue in the sense that your body gets too tired of making cortisol to keep doing so. That’s a bit far-fetched to me — cortisol is the hormone responsible for wakefulness, so of course it is a natural compound present throughout every moment of our lives.
What I do believe happens is that our bodies can become cortisol resistant, just as they can be insulin and leptin resistant.
Do I have it?
You bet your bottom dollar that I do. In the wake of those drugs, on top of an already stressful life, plus the stress of poor sleep and anxiety for two years plus the extraordinary culmination of four hours of sleep for two straight months -
Yes. My heart races at the drop of a hat, let alone at any kind of moderate stressor. Fights with my partners, important interviews, hell, even the idea of waking up early in the morning, all prevent me from being able to sleep throughout the entire night and give me anxiety. I used to be able to still fall asleep at some point during the night. Now, if there’s an issue, my body won’t calm down at all, and I might squeeze in 90 minutes somewhere between 8 and 10am.
Even if there’s not an issue, my eyes snap open with my heart thumping loudly in my chest exactly four hours after falling asleep nearly every night.
We’ll see how fun March is for me – a national book release. Hooray.
So what am I doing about it?
The absolute best thing I possibly can.
The reason I wanted to write this post was to share with you, again, the depths of my struggle with my physiological response to certain stressors.
I also wanted to emphasize how important it is to do everything you can for yourself.
Coming out of my period of stress, I knew that I needed a radical change. That lifestyle could not continue. I did not want it to. It was killing me, and I wasn’t having too much fun.
So I saved as much money as I could and I moved into a safe, quiet space away from my normal, hustle-and-bustle life. I do not make appointments before 2pm unless its Abel James Bascom and he’s dragging me out of bed for a crack-of-dawn podcast (more on which in a week or so). I go to sleep whenever my body allows it. I eat when I am hungry and I stop when I am full. I do not exercise unless I really feel like it (and it took me six weeks of serious rest before I felt like doing sprint workouts again.) I am “sugar detoxing” - by which I mean simply that I am attempting to reduce my addiction to and craving for sweet foods. I dance as often as I want to because that makes me happier than anything in the world.
I say no to obligations that might impede my healing.
As hard as it is, I know that what I need more than anything is to be slow. To stop trying. To not be perfect. To be calm. To weigh 130 pounds. To only spend time with people who energize and love me and make me feel safe.
This isn’t to say that I am incapable of life.
To the contrary. I am eminently capable. I have a lot of willpower. But willpower is what usually gets us into these messes in the first place. We push and push and push and push until there’s no muscle left to do the pushing anymore.
So we back up, and we repair, and we begin inching forward again.
This is the story of my tipped over physiology. Today I am healing. This morning I woke after seven hours of sleep with my heart beating peacefully, like it did so many years ago I can barely remember, and I looked at the sun streaming through my window with a smile. This morning I felt like I had enough energy to get up and work right away, and to exercise, and to forego naps. This morning I did not have insatiable sugar cravings. I am certain it is a long and winding road ahead. Today is one of the better days. But at least I am walking it, and gently.
“Rev Up Your Sex Drive with Stefani Ruper” the Podcast…or, Stefani Talks Hormones, the Clitoris, and the Best Positions for Women (Yes, the Sex Kind)
Last week I had the enormous pleasure of chatting with Caitlin and Mary of the Health Nuts podcast. The topic? Libido. The question? How to enhance it. The answers? Many:
Balance your hormones (often, though not always, easier said than done.) De-stress. Quite chronic exercise. Lift weights. Lose weight if you need to. Gain weight if you need to.
Think about your body better.
Think about sex better.
Love your skin.
Love your vulva.
Demand that your partners love your skin and your vulva, too.
And you can ditch the upside down wheelbarrow, but never let a good old fashion cowgirl or reverse missionary.
(Warning: to be clear, I say the words clitoris and vagina several times and do in fact talk sexual positions, so this podcast is not for the sexually prim or skittish. But we don’t get explicit in that way until the final 20 minutes or so, so you can listen about hormone balance for the first 45 minutes of the podcast if you like.)
Mannequins do not menstruate, and this is not just because they are made out of plastic.
Here are some images of mannequins in clothes and fully nude. I think this difference is important to pay attention to because seeing mannequins in clothes the majority of the time impairs our ability to process just how specifically manufactured they are to drape clothing just so and to go beyond all reasonable body size aspirations. We don’t regularly see what’s underneath. But what’s underneath is nothing but angles and Barbies.
Note, for example, how hip bones often jut out, which is a way to cause skirts and pants to taper and hang low and stereotypically sexy. Note also how waists are tiny. Note also how legs are longer than the list of activity on my credit card accounts. Which is to say - Long. Disproportionately so.
To which I can only say, holy crap thigh gap.
Mannequins are problematic for a lot of reasons. One of the worst is that this is a subconscious problem. We are well aware of the damage magazines and celebrities and runways and the like do to our self-love, but how often do we consciously acknowledge the power mannequins have over us?
Not very often.
Which is unfortunate – because it has been at least somewhat scientifically proven that mannequins do not have a high enough body fat percentage in order to menstruate.
Two Finnish researchers, Minna Rintala and Pertti Mustajoki, tested standard accepted body fat percentages for women against measurements they made on mannequins (of arm, thigh, waist, and hip circumference are all standard means by which to measure body fat percentage) they found in Finnish museums that were from the 20s, 30s, 50s, 60s, and 90s.
Women need, on average, at least 17% body fat to begin menstruating. The researchers also use the data point of 22 % body fat for regular cycles – though I would argue that this is a statistic biased from the sample being drawn from the super industrialized nations of Western Europe and the United States. For the purposes of our investigation, however, their standards hold since we are largely of industrialized nations such as the US. Our mannequins, we should also note, are typically about 5’10 — the same size as the “fit” models on runways.
In this study, the pre-WWII mannequins had levels of body fat that were consistent with those seen in a healthy, young female of reproductive age population: up to 23 percent, at least. All the way up to 23 percent! That feels incredible – though it makes me sad to write that sentence. Women are known to be quite healthy up to and around 30 percent.
Starting in the 1950s, the estimated body fat on the mannequins decreased significantly. By the 1990s, a significant number of mannequins would not have sufficient body fat to menstruate if they were, you know, actual people. Check out the graph below. The bars detail body fat percentages for hypothetical women of “healthy” body mass indexes of 20-25. In the early decades the mannequin measurements come close, but in later decades fall far below a healthy BMI (note also that the WHO standard for “healthy” BMI goes down to 18.6..though this is contested, as in all things).
In November and December of 2013, I took a two month break from blogging. This was no novel-on-the-beach, sand-in-your-crevices, how-many-mojitos-have-I-had-so-far-today? hiatus, however. It was, without going into too excruciating of detail, the most challenging and stressful 56 days of my life.
I slept between 3.5 and 4 hours each night – and not on purpose, but because my adrenal glands were in a state of panic – I stared at a computer monitor for 19 other hours of the day (leaving one for food and travel) – I copy edited a 330 page book and wrote from scratch a 150 page thesis – I let go of my weekly weight lifting and sprint exercises, and I said “screw it, I am going to eat anything I need to get through this time.” Fortunately – “anything I need” for someone like me means some oat cereal or organic dark chocolate bars from time to time – so my health wasn’t seriously imperiled from that direction.
But from the stress…
Which came on the back of two years of stress slowly ratcheting up to this climax..
I don’t know how to express to you the state of genuine brokenness I felt.
While I have been blogging (and excitedly so) about my recent fertility, libido, and body fat gains, there are serious things wrong with me now, too.
I suffer heart palpitations. I am extraordinarily sensitive to electrolyte imbalance, and I can feel my heart thumping hard in my chest at least 50 percent of my life (not a good feeling – especially when you are trying to sleep). I am unquestionably horribly cortisol resistant and in stage six hundred of adrenal fatigue. I remain incapable of sleeping in more than four hour chunks. I often wake in the middle of the night sweating, hot and nauseated. I am exhausted or exhausted and wired all of the time. My weight continues to creep up despite my best efforts to stop it. My cravings are all over the map. I am lightyears more emotionally fragile than I have ever been in my entire life, feeling anxious and crying and raging at the drop of a hat.
The sleep is the worst.* The absolute worst. In the last thirteen months, I have slept seven nights through more than 6 hours. I know that if I can just sleep more and regularly, I can restore my dopamine and serotonin levels.
But I have not succeeded. And try as I might to heal, almost nothing I try makes any dent.
This stress, I know, has also turned me into a rabid sugar addict. Which I suspect is related to at least some of my problems.
Blood sugar dysregulation is implicated in middle-of-the-night waking, hot flashes coupled with nausea, uncontrollable food intake and adrenal panic.
Sure – I was healthy and content to eat a higher carbohydrate for much of the last year or so. It didn’t seem to make me gain weight or suffer any negative symptoms – not even blood sugar swings. But so little sleep and so much stress depletes the body of so many important nutrients. Magnesium is one of them, perhaps the most crucial. It also sucks dopamine and serotonin levels through the basement.
So now, in the wake of my stressful period, I desperately need these neurotransmitters. I am hooked on sugar as a result. Eating sugar is one of the only things I can do to keep myself feeling calm and sane. I know that sounds counter-intuitive – but when you have so much trouble sleeping and eliminating stress like I have (and these things are not easy to recover from) – you take what you can get.
Nonetheless it is time for me to face the music.
I’m stuck on the cortisol-sugar-serotonin cycle. Getting off of it won’t be easy. I’ve tried already in the recent weeks, in my new-found freedom and with some free time. I end up being so tired and craving sugar and, wanting to be good to myself, let myself have it. If my body needs the serotonin, why deny it?
But I suspect getting off of it in the long run will help. Right? Right. So I am doing it.
I’ll do anything to sleep better. Low carbing hasn’t worked in my recent efforts, but perhaps what I need is time, and a serious commitment.
Fortunately I have a brilliant friend who is one of the world’s experts in sugar detox – Diane Sanfilippo – and I am going to let her be my guide.
I have never, not once in my entire life, ever put my health in the hands of an “expert” who proscribes a “program.”
Until today. I don’t want to turn this blog post into a sales pitch for Diane’s books. But I will tell you this: she is right about everything.
I trust Diane. She’s right. My high and low blood sugar leads to a cortisol response, which elevates insulin levels, which in turn drastically alters blood sugar levels… ad nauseum.
And I have to admit – being so stressed and feeling so down and in need of help some of the time these days, I need hand-holding and I need reassurances. Diane is giving these things to me in spades.
I have already experienced – or am experiencing – the early days she tells me to expect when she lays out what’s coming for detoxers emotionally and physically throughout the course of her program. “Day 2: Will this get easier?” and “Day 3: Am I going to make it through this?” These days I have.
Then in my recent efforts came my own version of Day 4: “Oh, right, my health is hopeless, this isn’t going to help, why not eight mangoes for dinner?”
So this time – I mean it. I am looking forward to the Day 4 Diane promises: “Three days down, eighteen to go!”
The thing about health and especially about adrenal and hormone and thyroid systems is that they take time. So I am going to trust my body, trust this knowledge, and do whatever I can to step down this long, winding road of recovery from the most extraordinary stress I have ever experienced.
I share all of this with you today because I need you to know that health gurus struggle, too. Sometimes I am the pinnacle of health, and so often I know that I have “made it” – but then, you know – life happens. It just does. You roll with the punches, put your head down, push, and move forward.
I have the option to continue to spiral inward on my adrenal issues, but I know deep down that I have to do everything possible to heal. It’s not easy. I am so tired of trying. Some days its just so hard to keep going on anything, with food a simple tool to keep me awake and functioning. I also know that coming off of sugar isn’t going to fix everything. There’s a lot else going on. Nutrient deficiencies. Circadian disruption. Perhaps a need for certain adrenal salves.
This is going to take a long, long time.
Health is a journey with bumps in the road. We walk it, because we must.
I happen to have two copies each of Diane’s best-selling 21 Day Sugar Detox and the cookbook that accompanies it. In honor of my own journey and whatever flavor your own health journey takes, I have decided to give a copy of each away!
I’ll leave the giveaway open for a whole week – until Wednesday the 19th at 11:59pm.
… also, by the way, if you google image search ‘sugar addiction’ in the first 150 search results there are two photos of males. The rest are females or graphics. What does this say about our culture? About women? I’ll have to do some research, but if you have any ideas..Read More
Update: This giveaway is closed, and the winner is Alba! Alba should have already received an email from me. Please let me know if you are Alba and you have not!
AND LAST WEEK’S GIVEAWAY WINNER WAS…..
Heather Mattice! Huzzah! Heather, you should have received an email from me. If not, please be in touch!
Healther is now the proud owner of a 7 book heavy Victory Belt library from the arms of me and the kickass VB team! (yay!)
Thank you all sooooooo very much for participating!
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One lucky winner. Ends Friday at midnight.
Join below with this super simple, wow-I’m-already-entered-kind-of? widget below.
This is how it works:
You get rewarded based on a point system. Like me on Facebook for a point (a freebie!). Tweet for two. Sign up for emails (I almost never send them) for three. And pre-order The Book for TEN.
To be clear, that makes your chances of winning greater by an order of magnitude.
And to be honest, yes, we kind of like to reward people who have invested in The Book.
(Other entry options still work, of course! Last week’s winner only signed up for the mailing list!)
With all the subsequent giveaways in coming weeks, you only have to pre-order the book once to qualify – so if you are going to do it eventually, it would sweeten your odds to do it as early as possible. In subsequent weeks you just type “I already forwarded my receipt!” or some other such nonsense in the “pre-order” box.
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