Homemade electrolyte powder

I’ve been finding lately that plain water is not doing it when I’ve been working in the sun or exercising.  I tried half a dozen electrolyte powders out there, and settled on DripDrop as one that seems to do the job and tastes good enough  that I’ll actually drink it (though I use a packet in about 3/4 liter of water, not 1 cup as recommended). Nuun is not too bad, either.

The problem is, this stuff is like drinking dollar bills – $1.25 per serving.

So after a bunch of research and calculations, here’s my homemade equivalent.  It tastes vaguely lemony and feels like its doing its job.  It’s so cheap, I almost can’t calculate the price per serving maybe 5-10 cents?  You may have most of the ingredients in your kitchen already.  If not, home brewing stores are your friend.

Makes enough to enrich 6 liters of water.  Use 1/2 tsp. of this powder in a 12-oz glass of water, or 3/4-1 tsp. in a liter bottle.

  • 2 Tbl sugar (carbohydrates)
  • 3/4 tsp salt (sodium chloride)
  • 1/4 tsp NuSalt (potassium chloride)
  • 1/2 tsp Epsom salts* (magnesium sulfate)
  • 1/2 tsp brewer’s gypsum (calcium sulfate) – optional; available at homebrew store. Bonus: you can use it to make tofu from soy milk.
  • 1 tsp citric acid or Fruit Fresh (available where they sell canning supplies).  This is for flavor and balances the high pH of the gypsum; Fruit Fresh also adds some vitamin C

I haven’t tried it yet, but I was thinking of adding some pulverized freeze-dried fruit for flavor.

Shake everything up in a jar – or better yet, whir it in a perfectly dry blender for a few pulses to distribute everything evenly and to grind some of the larger particles finer.  Store in a jar with a tight lid.  Use 1/2 tsp. per 12 oz glass of water – stir to dissolve well.

Nutritional information:

Homemade

DripDrop

Nuun

Sodium

288mg

305

350

Potassium

110mg

175mg

101mg

Sugar

4g

9g

0g

Magnesium

39mg

40mg

25mg

Calcium

82mg

13mg

Zinc

2mg

Vit C

117mg (if made with FruitFresh)

38mg

I also figured out that if I were out and about, a glass of water with a scant 1/8tsp (just a pinch or two) of salt, a packet of sugar (1tsp), and 2 oz of orange juice gets you the first three nutrients on the list.

* Yes, Epsom salts can have a laxative effect. However, the laxative dose is 2-4 tsp in 1 cup of water; this recipe calls for 1/2 tsp in six LITERS of water. Unless you are unusually sensitive, you should be fine.

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Staying changed

So, in my last post, I talked about how I’ve made some changes in my life, and how resuming my old routine didn’t quite “fit” anymore.

I have been waiting for this for the better part of a year. Heck, maybe two.  I’ve known that I needed to rest, to move houses, to recuperate, and at some point, I’d feel like I’d rested enough.  Well, I think I’ve turned that corner. Here are some of the signs I’m noticing:

  • I concede that there may actually be things outside of my own house that are worth my time and attention.
  • I’m wanting to see people.
  • I’m wanting to create things, try new things, learn things, build things.
  • I’m fretting about things that aren’t actually a problem and probably won’t become a problem. For example, money. We have plenty right now, and relatively good job security. We have several very large expenses coming up (residing the house this spring, a new car in a couple years) but given how far inside our means we live, we should be able to save for those things and we might not even need to take out loans for them.  And if we do need to take out loans, we should have no problem getting approved, and we’ll probably pay them off well ahead of schedule. There is nothing here to worry about, but I find myself poking at the numbers repeatedly to see if I can make them more firm or for the savings to happen faster. This tendency to make mountains out of molehills is one I see in myself a lot, and in smart, bored beings in general. SAHM’s with a now-empty nest, people of extraordinary privilege, and zoo animals all show this tendency – they’re problem-solvers with no problems to solve. So we create problems.
  • A friend recently announced a huge life shake-up. It reminded me that things that seem like they’ll always be the same can still change. It also helped me see that I’ve been focusing on smaller and smaller things lately. Instead of “I need to turn my brain off tonight, or I’m going to have a nervous breakdown,” I’m at the “I’m not feeling completely centered at the end of every single day” point. This, my friends, is pretty much the definition of “being well.” It is time for me to move forward again.

Ok, so, clearly, time to move on. But on to what?

That has been surprisingly hard to answer, and I can see that I am reflexively trying to fill that space with whatever’s at hand, or whatever filled that space before. Work. Chores. Concern for my own well-being. Fears related to any number of old bugaboos. Busy-ness. One dog I’m  not letting back on the bed right now is the desire to save/fix/help the world at large. Not sure if that one is going to come back, but it sure needs a lot more energy than I’m willing to give it at the moment. Maybe ever, because I’m more and more thinking it’s too late, anyway. Coping, not fixing are more the order of the days ahead. So – I don’t want to just refill the spaces with the same old junk. At least I can see that I’m trying to do that, and able to say, “Um, no, I don’t think so.”

But what do I want to fill that space with? The answers – and I’m sure there are more than one – are coming slowly.  One thing I did this weekend was to cook some Indian food.  After years of flirting with Ayurveda, occasionally fascinated and occasionally repulsed, I finally bought an Ayurvedic cookbook over break and I’ve been reading through it and dog-earing recipes. Since mindful, nutritious cooking is one of the things I’d like to have more of in my life, when I found myself with a Sunday mostly free for whatever I wanted to do, I decided that instead of stripping the shower tile in prep to re-seal it, I would go ahead and take the time to choose a couple recipes and make a complete meal from this cookbook.  I’ve not done much Indian cooking, and it doesn’t come easily to me.  Add to that the seeming fussiness of Ayurvedic cooking: the actual measurements of seasonings and sometimes over-involved cooking methods – and this adds up to a pot of beans and rice that took almost two hours for me to complete.

But it felt good to take that time: to give a task my attention, to learn, to have the cooking be the activity, to tie food actively to my body and soul. And it was tasty, too. 🙂

So I think I need to make myself a list of specific things I can do when I feel like I have time on my hands, to make it easier to move forward toward my list of “things I want in my life” instead of just bringing the old crap back in.  The specificity helps: instead of just saying “Yoga,” I list “Try a new yoga routine from my Christmas DVDs.” Instead of “make some lunches for the freezer” (an old chore), I list “try a new vata-soothing recipe” (which could also result in leftovers for lunch).

I still don’t know where this path is going, but I do feel like there is now a path, and I am starting to move down it.

What I did on my winter vacation

I had a marvelous holiday break. We went to see family the first few days, and after a “stressful but could have been worse” return home (I wasn’t feeling well and we were flying into a big snowstorm), we had twelve blissful days of being home with no real agenda. We took one day trip (musical instrument store and zoo), went to one gathering (New Year’s Eve – came home at 11pm) and that was pretty much it. I slept a lot, did a fair amount of yoga (but nothing crazy), and worked on some sort of project almost every day. Except the days I didn’t feel like it, in which case I read most of the day.

It was heavenly. The projects were things I’d been wanting to do for quite a while. Some were fun (spend my Christmas money on yoga DVDs and a 6′ square mat), and some were tedious (finish hanging smoke detectors). I actually did a fair bit of canning – I’d received a big box of grapefruit from a colleague, and I had a bunch of chicken and beef I wanted to turn into stock and beef tips. (Twenty-four quarts of stock/meat plus half a dozen jars of citrus – the pantry is groaning!)

I actually had goals for this stay-at-home break. Without some idea of what I want by the end of the break, I tend to fritter away time, become a couch potato, and I generally feel like a slug after four or five days. So, each day, I tried to:

  1. Rest – sleep enough, but don’t lay slugabed past 8:30 or 9.
  2. Feel tranquility and appreciation. Serenity is a presence, not just an absence of stress. I now live in a place that oozes tranquility from the earth, the trees, the very air. And I realized that I’d not been noticing that nearly so much now that it’s gotten colder and I’m in moderately high gear at work again. So: take time and notice the peacefulness each day.
  3. Go outside. I didn’t actually do so well on this one – several days, I was only outside to get wood from the garage.
  4. Do some slow, deliberate movement. Yoga or qigong fit that bill.
  5. Do some project work. This ended up not being the same amount each day, and some days I didn’t do much at all.
  6. Vigorous exercise 5 times over the break. This was things like running on the elliptical, taking long hikes, or more vigorous vinyasa yoga at the gym or home.

This worked really well, and it was one of the best vacations I’ve ever had. I went back to work on the 7th and found I not only had energy to do the work (and wow, it was a “hit the ground running” return to work…), I wasn’t fried by the end of the day. And that continued through the whole week. Now it’s Sunday, and I didn’t really feel like I *needed* the down time of the weekend. Which should mean I’m not depleting myself, and going to wind up in exactly the same spot a few weeks down the road.

I feel like I’m actively changing the shape of my life right now. I’ve had a fair few thoughts on this process…more on those later.

Grateful for water

If you’re in the mood for gratitude today, go appreciate a nice drink of clean water.

Lackawanna; or, is this garden burnout permanent?

There’s an exit off I-90 in western New York for “Lackawanna,” and it’s always sounded to me like an extreme case of lethargy – “wanna” being the desire to do, be, or obtain anything. I’ve definitely been feeling some lackawanna lately, largely due to the pilot roll-out of a monumental, complex, and difficult year-long project at work. Add to that the ongoing (or stagnant) effort to buy a particularly wonderful house in the woods (a process which started over six months ago), and I tell ya: I’m tired, physically and emotionally.

The rollout was April 3, and I keep waiting for my wanna to come back. It’s taking its own sweet time, I tell ya. Several weekends have gone by with absolutely no desire to garden, cook, see people, talk with friends, or anything else fun – let alone not-fun stuff like cleaning the house, sorting out closets, or doing the taxes.

This is such a strange feeling. Think of the thing you most like. Chocolate? Sex? Watching your kids play? Now imagine absolutely not caring if you ever experienced that thing again. It’s like waking up in somebody else’s body. You hardly recognize yourself. I think it’s only hit me the last couple weeks because the previous few months, I’ve been so busy and tired that my entire emotional range was “muscle through work,” “come home and hide,” and “asleep.”

But now I know I’m starting to get back to the place I like to live my life. How do I know?

Friday, I didn’t want or need ten hours of sleep – for the first time in at least a month.

Saturday, I stuck my digging fork into the compost pile, unearthed wriggling knots of happy earthworms, and smiled that I had helped make that compost happen.

Sunday, I ran my fingers through the dirt of my garden, and thought it might be nice to put some seeds into it.

Yesterday, I decided I wanted to see some pansies blooming at the front of the house.

Today, along with the pansies, I couldn’t resist buying onion plants and poking them into the ground. And the avocados I bought over the weekend are ripe, and making guacamole sounds like fun, not a chore.

My physical stamina is still low – an hour of slow puttering in the garden feels like an aerobic workout – but that should return quickly now that the major source of stress is gone.

So maybe it’s time to leave Lackawanna and head back to my usual homestead!

Moving toward local eating: Deprivation and delight

Choosing vegetablesPart of the “Moving toward local eating” series

Let’s face it.  You can only combine rice, beans, potatoes, cabbage, carrots, beets, kale, onions, and beef or pork so many ways.  The vegetables, especially, really get to me, because there are only so many things that store well through a Michigan winter.  I’m not about to expand my repertoire to include canned green beans. *blech*

Dealing with repetition take a lot of adjustment.  We are accustomed to change – new restaurants, new ingredients, 40,000 different items at the grocery store.  So stripping that back is a mental challenge, and I do worry a little about nutrition.  Especially when I’m sick and my appetite’s off anyway.  My first reaction to deprivation was just to buy one of the other 39,970 items at the grocery store, which works quite nicely (helloooooo chocolate coconut-milk ice cream!).

But I also realized the benefit of spices and of canning items I had previously thought of as “frivolous” – a variety of fruits, jams, chutneys, pickles, and such.  A variety of condiments can really make a difference.  What’s the difference between pea soup  and mung daal? Turmeric and garam masala.   And nothing – nothing – feels like summer love in a jar more than home-canned peaches.  More of a treat than ice cream, they are to me.

So now I feel like I’m at the point – three or four years after I started my serious “locavore” pus – where I’m feeling pretty comfortable sourcing the bulk of our staple foods from very close by.  And now the “treats,” like peaches and such, don’t seem optional – they seem just as necessary as the staple goods.

See, I don’t believe that eating locally is all about restriction and deprivation.  It’s not just about making sure we can survive when the rising price of oil literally takes the food off the shelves.  It’s about thriving, right here, right now.  Food is a major delight for me, and I don’t want to get to the point where I perceive all the “fun” food as coming from far away, and possibly cut by forces outside of my control.  So this year, I’m going to be paying a lot more attention to regionally-sourced treats.

What’s your favorite local treat food?

State of the Homestead: Self-Sutainability

I thought I’d do some updates on what’s going on here. I know I haven’t been blogging much lately…I hope no one’s pining away between posts. 🙂 I’ll post these as a series over the next few days.

Area One: Self-Sustainability. A big part of what I’ve been doing lately is to actually practice techniques that can help me slow down and live at a sustainable pace. That old adage “Do all you can, and still get up and do it again tomorrow” does have TWO clauses, after all. I burned out pretty badly last summer…I really didn’t want to do a damn thing all winter. And yes, I know winter is traditional rest time, and there’s always a ton to do while the sun shines, but as the weather warmed up again, I realized it didn’t want to launch right back into the fray.

I still read other people’s blogs and think they just DO so much more than I do. I have time every day (almost) to read, watch a movie, get some extra sleep, and be cozy or silly or whatever with my sweetie. I have no kids (and no plans in that direction), no pets, no livestock. I do have a full-time job, but I also have a short commute and I truly get to leave my work at work after 40 hours each week. In many ways, my life is very, very easy, and I struggle with guilt about it being too easy. So I try to remember I am at my very best for the rest of the world when I do perceive myself as having rest, and time, and a lot of choices but few obligations. I can actually be more generous with my energy if those needs are met – so there’s no shame in getting a lot of rest and all that. And frankly, I hate feeling frazzled. Being stressed out isn’t some sign that I’m leading a good and proper life (no matter what this country’s work ethic has to say about that). So a couple of changes I’ve made:

  • Switching from aerobics to qigong and pitta-pacifying yoga. Quigong (or chi kung) focuses on moving slowly and allowing (not causing) energy to flow through the body and earth and sky. Pitta is the name of a body/personality type that’s very go-go-go. Having an excess of pitta leaves one feeling harried, manic, and overheated. So instead of pushing my yoga workouts to be cardio or strength-building, I’m focusing on “not working too hard.” (As my book says, “A Pitta working at 75% of her capacity is still doing more than everyone else in the room.” It’s a good thing for a lot of us “do-ers” to remember!)
  • Scheduling events in groups, rather than spreading them out. If I have two Preserving Traditions events in a month, I try to group them on adjoining weekends, so I still have a couple weekends in a row off. I’m also doing more repetitions of existing workshops, rather than building new workshops for every event.
  • Blogging less. I still value sharing ideas and the online communities I’m part of, but this is one area that was feeling like a burden: to not just do, but to then analyze, photograph, and post about it. I also let the “Cooking with Laura” project go. I still have a pig’s tail in my freezer…maybe I’ll do that this summer…but it was just to much to commit to.
  • Health. I’ve had some odd health things going on this year, but they seem to be clearing up. The severity of my cycles has eased noticeably. I’ve also been getting a worsening face rash for almost two years now. I had a couple months where I swear I was a were-teen: every full moon, my face would break out in an odd acne-like rash. A diagnosis of “rosacea” is not all that helpful, it turns out, and I ended up doing a number of things on my own. Don’t know if they helped, or if it just spontaneously went away on its own, but a combination of acne cream, soothing my inner Pitta, and a very “woo-woo” allergy-treatment and “DNA reset” technique (where the doc basically asks your body, “Hey, are you aware that you’re making her face look like a bad run-in with a yellow jacket hive? You are? Wanna fix that, or what? You do? Excellent.”) have seemed to do the trick. At least the miserable lumpiness is reducing and no longer increasing.

Cholesterol numbers

Well, good news. Despite my drastically increased intake of animal foods in the last year, my cholesterol count looks fabulous. My doc actually told me “You can eat anything you want. You could even add some deep-fried lard sticks, if you want.” My numbers are very slightly changed over last year – see below

Total cholesterol: 169 (up from 157); optimal is under 200
HDL (“good”): 75 (up from 65); optimal is 60 or higher
LDL (“bad”): 85 (don’t know last year’s); optimal is under 100
Triglycerides: 44 (don’t know last year’s); optimal is under 150

My total Chol/HDL ratio is 2.3 – a very good ratio suggesting I’m at no real risk for heart disease.

I eat cheese once or twice a day and meat about twice a day. It’s all from pasture-raised, healthy animals, and though I rather actively avoid lean meat (tastes like sawdust), I do keep portion sizes reasonable (3-4 oz, usually).

YMMV, but this says to me that all meat is not created equal.

Yoga retreat, day 4

Koosh ball poiSo, I’ve been at the Kripalu Center since Sunday on an R&R retreat, hence the lack of posts. It’s quite lovely…great food, lots of sleep, some koosh-poi spinning, and oh, a bit of yoga. Mostly just doing whatever feels good at any time, and letting someone else do all the cooking. It’s quite luxurious, only having to be responsible for myself – and having help, at that.

I’m also working on some “facilitator guides” for Preserving Traditions workshops. I’ve had inquiries from several people who want to do workshops in their locales but aren’t sure where to start. These will help people teach their first workshops, and also learn how to plan their own workshops. More on that as things develop.

I’m also enjoying being offline, so you probably won’t hear much from me for a while. I trust that you will all soldier on without me. 🙂

Chicken vs. duck eggs

Does anyone know if one is allergic to chicken eggs, if one is likely to be allergic to duck eggs, too? I’m especially interested in protein breakdowns – are there actually different proteins in the two kinds of eggs, as there are in cow vs. goat milk?

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