Part Two: Struggling On My Yoga Mat With Chronic Fatigue Syndrome

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Read this first: Part One: How Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Led Me To Yoga

After Dr. Moira Fitzpatrick prescribed “Yoga” on her prescription pad, I trusted and obeyed her suggestion, and found myself silently struggling, muttering, and swearing in my first yoga class at Urban Yoga Spa in downtown Seattle. I didn’t know what dogs, camels, or eagles were; upward, downward, sideways, twisted, I felt uncoordinated and lost.

My teacher, “Gordy” looked and sounded like a rock star, resembling Huey Lewis, with a soft direct gaze, and a voice so smooth and sexy it was on the verge of inappropriate for a public yoga class. Before I even got to my mat, I was failing at focusing in yoga, and the more he talked about calming the monkey mind, the more I got distracted by his velvety voice and good looks that my naughty monkey mind could barely pay attention to this thing called yoga.

Everything about the yoga was going wrong. First, it was a frickin’ hot room, like almost 100 degrees, and I started to feel irritated, like the time I went on a business trip to New Orleans with my boyfriend and I gave him the evil eye if he even thought of touching me. Rockstar Gordy suggested we stay in the heat, to cultivate something. Isn’t cultivating something you do in the dirt, like gardening or at a farm? This yoga jargon was killing me!

I hadn’t even started any poses and I was drenched in sweat. And, I was in a room with 70 other students who looked like sculpted dancers, ripped gymnasts, and cirque du soleil performers.

Dr. Moira, how the hell was this supposed to help me feel better about myself when all I felt was inadequate, clumsy, stupid, and lost?

Hottie Gordy welcomed the class and rattled off something philosophical, quoting Bruce Springsteen:

“Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny.”

— Bruce Springsteen

At that moment, I wasn’t finding the humor in my overheated state of body and mind.

SOMEDAY WE’LL LOOK BACK ON THIS AND IT WILL ALL SEEM FUNNY.

In a moment of discomfort or pain it can seem really hard to believe it will be funny someday down the road. and here I am now, remembering myself over twenty years ago, able to laugh at how ridiculously challenging my first yoga classes were for me.

When I took my first pose, child’s pose, with my ass high in the air, my buttocks nowhere close to resting near my heels, with everyone else looking so peaceful, comfortable and relaxed, I felt totally exposed and vulnerable.

How was I failing right from the start, in what looked like an easy pose?

Who in the hell thought to start a yoga class, which is supposedly a prescription to relieve stress and anxiety, in a totally embarrassing pose with your ass in the air? I kept thinking: “Why can’t I get my butt down to my heels?”, “God, I hope I don’t fart”, “Why is this so hard for me?”

That was just pose number one. Yup, I had a masterful monkey mind.

THE STRUGGLE TO BREATHE…AGAIN.

Here I was again, struggling to breathe, and this Huey Lewis doppelganger had the nerve to keep repeating “Just Breathe.” Do you know how demeaning that suggestion is, using the word “just” in front of an activity that is already challenging? Let me tell you, until I started yoga, I really did not know how much I sucked at breathing. I knew my CFS affected my breathing, but, until this yoga class, I didn’t know it was because I was doing it wrong. Besides swatting my ass at birth to force my lungs to “BREATHE, BABY, BREATHE!”, there is no one in my life, no parents, no teachers, who gave me breathing lessons. And, now Master Yogi Gordy was telling me to “just” breathe, like it was the most natural most easeful thing my body could enjoy.

Like a perfect new yoga student, my comparison game was STRONG. I searched the room, observed all the other freely breathing bodies, while my lungs felt like iron, my breathing shallow, and the more Annoying Gordy coaxed us to breathe, I hyperventilated and felt the room spin.

WHAT IS IT ABOUT BATHROOMS?

I eyed the exit door and planned my escape. Less than fifteen minutes into the class, I bailed. I could have left in silence but, for some reason I lied and quietly announced I had to go to the bathroom, to a room of strangers, and looked straight into my first yoga teacher’s soft gaze, framed with his thick, wavy Jim Morrison hair.

I…straight…up…lied.

When I left that hot, humid prison, I gulped a huge breath of air, like being rescued from a drowning, at least what I imagined felt like that desperate first breath after not being able to breathe.

I hid in the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, behind my neck, under my armpits, and sat on the toilet, with the lid closed, and cried with my head in my hands. I sweat so much I didn’t have to pee. I lied. I didn’t have to “go” to the bathroom. I just wanted to run away.

I didn’t know this was part of yoga too, facing myself off the yoga mat. At the time, all I felt was consumed in my inadequacy, humiliation, and embarrassment. I wasn’t aware about awareness yet, to notice I was in my habitual pattern of pressing the eject button.

One thing about me, which I discovered has been both a strength and a detriment to my health, is that I’m stubborn and, I don’t like to fail. After my Eat, Pray, Love session in the bathroom, I resuscitated myself enough to step back into that steamy class of torture.

I mustered up a pep talk: “If I don’t finish this class, I won’t know if there was something to this yoga prescription Dr. Moira just gave me.”

FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED

I walked back into Sergeant Gordy leading fast-paced warriors, crows, eagles, wheels and pigeons. I faced the wrong way, took lots of breaks in my ass-high-in-the-air version of child’s pose most of the class, because Compassionate Gordy said we could “take child’s pose or down dog whenever you need a break.” It wasn’t EXACTLY a break or relaxing in my body but, at least compared to all the other crazy contortionist poses, child’s pose felt doable. Pigeon looked promising, and peaceful, in other people’s bodies, but, for me hips, it was painful pigeon. This yoga class was turning out to be one cruel form of self-inflicted pain, pose after pose.

But, how is it that all of the other students looked like they were actually enjoying it? What did they know that I didn’t know?

I was determined to make it to the end, even if my 90 minutes was mostly a combination of high-ass-child’s-pose and running away to the bathroom…once. No judgment. I only ran away once.

Note to teachers: Downward dog is NOT a relaxing, restful pose…for beginners, especially for women or anyone who has not yet developed upper body strength. I TRIED to rest in downward dog when Teacher Gordy suggested it, and all I thought was “Fuck..You!” Sorry for all the swearing, just keeping it real. As a yoga teacher now, I vow never to say “Rest in downward dog.” Seriously, REST in downward dog???? That can be a recipe for scaring away a brand new student. It’s a fucking hard pose making your arms, legs, and whole body shake…and if you’re like me, it can make you swear more than you ever have in your life, especially when those five breaths in down dog feel like an eternity! And, spoiler alert: downward facing dog, adho mukha svanasana, DID made me stronger than I thought was possible, especially when I thought I was doomed to a life of feeling weak and tired. Is it an amazing full body pose? Yes. Encouraging, relaxing, restful pose for new students or someone struggling with CFS? Hells…to the no.

YOGA IS WEIRD

DEFINITION – Weird: mysteriously strange or fantastic.

Without describing my complete sense of disorientation in every single pose, like an untrained dancer stumbling to learn new choreography in a Broadway audition, overall I really sucked in my first yoga class. Not only was I exhausted, you know, from my CFS, but, I stepped into a Power Vinyasa class, not a beginner’s gentle yoga class, but, a Hot Baptiste Power Vinyasa class which totally…kicked…my…ass.

Then, something mysteriously strange and fantastic happened: savasana. Ten minutes to lay on my back and be as still as possible and do absolutely NOTHING. Now we were talking about RELAXATION. The beauty of the sweat and laying on my back was that the tears streaming down my face all blended in, plus everyone’s eyes were supposedly closed. No one was watching me anyway, and honestly, I was just too tired to care. Something was spilling out of me and I didn’t know what it was. I was spent. I was emptied out. Whatever monkey thoughts or worries I had, I was just too tired to do anything but lay there and cry.

And, God, I felt amazing at the end of that class. As we all rolled up our mats, and avoided slipping on the puddles around the room, my first power vinyasa yoga teacher, Gordon Ferguson, stood at that open door, to freedom and fresh air, high-fiving all 70 students, telling them “Good job!”, calling each one by name. With his kind puppy dog eyes, palm to palm, he smiled: “Great job, Amelia! See you tomorrow?” I nodded yes, dumbfounded he remembered my name too.

That was the beginning of falling in love with yoga, which had me swearing, crying, lying, and smiling in bliss all within the same class. And, the first time I experienced firsthand, that sometimes you need to really suck before you can shine.


Stay tuned for Part Three

Part One: How Chronic Fatigue Syndrome Led Me To Yoga

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20 years ago there’s no way in hell I would have considered a diagnosis of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS) a blessing. I was struggling. Struggling to breathe. Struggling to work. Struggling to play. Struggling to socialize. Struggling to walk. Struggling to talk. Struggling to get pregnant. Struggling to want to be seen in public. Struggling to want to stay alive.

Today, as I reflect on how I felt over 20 years ago, I have so much compassion for my struggling, exhausted self, who was frustrated by an unknown cause of my constant breathlessness, lack of energy, and persistent tender lymph nodes on the sides of my neck. I felt half-alive and 100% frustrated by no one seeming to know why they hell I FUCKING…FELT…LIKE…CRAP.

My journey with CFS is a long one, spanning several decades, so I’ll share my story one course at a time. And, why share now? I’ve been recording my Spiritually Fit Yoga podcast for over a year, and while I’ve shared transformational stories about my guests, I’ve never shared my own personal story about living with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Several students and listeners have asked “I’d love to hear more about your CFS story.” In honor of my 100th podcast episode (wow!) and for those of you wanting to hear more about my transformational journey, this is for you.

So, here’s Part One: the beginning of feeling like crap, and the beginning of my yoga journey.

THE STRUGGLE TO BREATHE.

A little health history background about myself: I was born in 1964, a month premature, a c-section, formula-fed baby, healthy and strong. As a kid I rarely got sick, I didn’t even take aspirin, I don’t ever remember getting the flu shot, I had a few infections requiring antibiotics, I slept like a champ, annoyed friends with my hyper non-caffeinated morning energy, I was a petite 5’1 athlete who ran half-marathons just for fun and once squatted 250 pounds. Having myopia with astigmatism was really my only physical ailment.

Then there was the time I was a fresh 30 year-old, nearing the end of my year-long solo backpacking trip around the world, when with one step I all of the sudden couldn’t breathe.

Before that breathless moment in New Zealand, I had been climbing peaks in the Italian Dolomites, Austrian Alps, Swiss Alps, Auguille du Midi in Chamonix, France, and a 21-day trek to Annapurna in Nepal. I was in my eighth month of backpacking when I wrapped up my year in New Zealand enjoying a glorious three months of tramping until my travel visa ran out.

A few weeks into my New Zealand explorations, I booked a trip with New Zealand Adventure Safaris since they led off-the-beaten-track excursions. I was still backpacking solo and discovering the less-travelled paths always appealed to me. Because of my backpacking experience, my apparently impressive vegetarian stir-fry on a snowy mountaintop, and my availability, I was offered a job to join additional excursions in exchange for preparing meals and helping carry gear. In my opinion, it was a plush job and I scored with having free transportation, lodging, food, and hanging out with super fun and cute guides taking me to breathtaking, non-touristy sites, which to this day are in my top ten places I’ve ever visited in my life.

On what turned out to be my fifth and last excursion as an assistant guide, I was completely taken aback when hiking uphill, wearing a moderately heavy backpack (I was capable of carrying a much heavier pack), I felt short of breath. I found a log, took a seat, and told the guides and group I’d catch up. I had zero thought or concern about my health. My health history made me think I was invincible. I was maybe two miles from the top, and I struggled to breathe, starting and stopping for over TWO hours. The rest of the crew, including the slowest, oldest guests, took 30-60 minutes to reach the campsite.

Ian, one of the head guides and a good friend after months of backpacking and guiding together, hiked down to find me, surprised at my turtle pace. He believed me when I told him I’d be fine and catch up on my own. When I took so long he assumed I was probably taking photos again with my beloved Pentax SLR camera. He was shocked when he saw my slumped shoulders and short stride. My legs felt like lead. He regretted leaving me alone so long and I told him “I’m fine.” Back then, I really believed that. Now, I know, I wasn’t fine.

He took my pack which helped my breathing but, I still had to sit or lean against a tree or boulder after almost every five labored steps. I already had food and water. Ian ran back to camp to the get the first aid kit and brought me an inhaler. I puffed a few times, nothing. Just the jittery feeling from the albuterol. Good thought, but, I could still only take baby steps up that mountain. I kept thinking “I’m in the best shape of my life. I just backpacked in the Alps and Nepal, why the hell can’t I hike up this baby hill?” I got my first and only ever piggy-back ride up a mountain. I only had half a mile to go but, at my snail’s pace we knew I should get to camp to rest and arrive before dark.

Side note: I’ve lost track of my New Zealand friends and nothing came up when I googled their guiding service. Whereever you are, “Thank you, Ian.”

I made it to camp without alarming any of the guests. Only the guides were aware of my fatigue. I hydrated, snacked, took a rest, and felt well enough to make my last group dinner, and then last breakfast for New Zealand Adventure Safaris. In one trip I went from being an asset to a liability.

FROM ONE EXTREME TO ANOTHER.

After I finally returned home to the United States I felt better, even back to my energizer-bunny, peak-bagging self. At a routine physical I mentioned what happened in New Zealand and my doc wanted to test me for parasites, giardia, etc. The only thing that might have explained my shortness of breath was my low iron levels. I wasn’t anemic but, I was iron-deficient.

The fatigue came and went, then it started to stick around longer. At age 30, that was the beginning of feeling like I was living at the doctor’s office, getting poked, probed, tested, and feeling like doctors thought I was crazy because all of my results kept coming back normal. I would keep telling them: “But, something feels off, I am NOT a hypochondriac, I’ve never been sick all my life, and I just feel weird.” And that’s really how I felt, and the only way I could explain it, was “off” and “weird”, because my physical sensations didn’t fit any vocabulary in my frame of reference. “Tired” and “sick” didn’t fit the bill to describe what I was going through.

From typically seeing a doctor once a year to monthly visits, my life shifted from feeling invincible to feeling broken. I didn’t know who I was anymore, when I couldn’t physically do what I love, and I barely had the energy to socialize because focusing my thoughts or maintaining eye contact was such a huge energy drain.

My friendships were suffering because I was no longer feeding my relationships, and I was too embarrassed to share how I felt or to ask for help. I inherited the belief that sickness is a weakness, and weakness is a weakness, and I felt both sick and weak.

The earlier version of me who never drank coffee and annoyed my friends with my morning peppiness, was nowhere to be found. I discovered caffeine, and it was an evil curse because it 1) didn’t give me energy during the day and 2) it kept me awake at night.

I felt like my operating system was malfunctioning, and yet, somehow I fake-functioned, and got really good at saving my energy to wear masks resembling my old self, then make up excuses to skip socializing, to be alone and ashamed at home in my mysterious state of fatigue.

I was a highly-functional fatigued faker. On good days, I’d make appearances, on bad days I’d hide. This type of coping explains why people are so shocked when they find out someone has been sick or depressed or [fill in the blank], because some of us can be so good at only showing up when we’re fit for public consumption.

Note to self: If you haven’t heard from someone in awhile, check in on them. They might be struggling. If they say they’re “fine”, and your intuition senses otherwise, that might be a red flag. Invite yourself over with soup, ice cream, and a funny card. Insist you keep them company. Stay long enough to let them know you see them, care about them, even if they feel like they’re broken and falling apart, because we all feel like that sometimes. Book your next date with them in your calendar before you leave. The strongest, most independent people are sometimes the most isolated and lonely and, they often won’t ask for support.

YOGA AS A PRESCRIPTION.

This story takes a huge leap, 7 years later, to spare you all the medical tests and findings over the years, because those frustrating years of testing were mostly non-conclusive anyway. If I ever write a novel, I may share those details, but, for now, I’m ready to fast-forward to the yoga.

When I switched from seeing physicians to my naturopath, Dr. Moira Fitzpatrick from Bastyr University, I finally saw light at the end of the tunnel. Instead of more blood tests she asked me lots of questions and had me pee in a big plastic jug at home for a week to send out for comprehensive hormone panels. She muscle-tested me, she had me look at a box with different colored lights, she prescribed vitamins, minerals, and enzymes. She led me through my first cord-cutting meditation.

She handed me a prescription slip, and all it said was YOGA.

I started feeling better. I started sleeping again. I started smiling and hiking again. I eventually got pregnant. Dr. Moira Fitzpatrick took me down a non-conventional, holistic path to healing, and on a health and wellness journey I never imagined would become a cornerstone to becoming a yoga teacher and healer myself.


Part Two: Struggling On My Yoga Mat With Chronic Fatigue Syndrome

Rest, Reset, Recharge!

School’s out and it’s time for the summertime 3 R’s: Rest, Reset, Recharge!

In California, life is opening up again and for my family that means beach days, vacationing, and all the logistics to make getaways happen. One thing I’m learning is to avoid feeling like I need a vacation to recover from my vacation!!

Remember why you needed that vacation? Because you needed a break from the hustle and bustle? Make time for fun, play time, a beach read, naps, extra sleep; make time to feed your soul, make time to do nothing. 🙏🏽☺️

Do yourself a favor and SLOOOOW DOWN. During your getaways, make sure to REALLY get away from feeling stressed and overwhelmed.

Tune into my podcast: “Take a Pause: Box Breathing Meditation.” Practice a simple deep breathing technique followed by a quiet meditation…17 minutes to take a seat or lie down. Click here to give it a listen.

Self care is the best care!

Amelia Andaleon,

Spiritually Fit Yoga

INTRO TO YOGA – 4 weekly sessions Feb 4-25, 2021

Are you or someone you know curious about yoga but, you don’t even know where to start, you might not even have a yoga mat or feel intimidated or lost? This series is for you!

Why am I offering this course? Years ago I heard my papa say “I should try that yoga thing sometime, not what YOU do, Amelia, but, yoga for people like me.” I laughed and suggested he look for a class at his local community center. I never thought to teach him myself, especially since we live far away. Fast-forward to “Covid-times” and, after about a year of connecting via facetime or family zoom calls, a light bulb went off “Why not teach to my parents, a custom class just for them, via zoom?” My cousin asked me to teach her dad, my uncle, beginner yoga then a friend asked if I would offer an introductory virtual class to take with her mother. So, I decided it was time to create this course for any and all of YOU!

The more the merrier! If you are reading this and have a family member or friend in mind, I recommend you join this beginner series WITH them! The gift of yoga is truly life-affirming and life-changing. Those of you who practice yoga, you know the benefits of yoga. Here’s an opportunity to share what you love with anyone, anywhere!

Book for yourself or a loved one for $40. Purchase it for two of you to participate together for $75!

Weekly Sessions: These 30 minute sessions will be offered Thursdays 6-630pm in an accessible, non-intimidating format:

  • Welcome and Check-ins
  • Weekly themes: Yoga as a life-skill
  • Breathwork
  • Mindfulness
  • Link Movement with Breath
  • Relaxation (while laying down in savasana)

How to Participate? Join this class in the comfort of your own home! Every week you’ll receive a zoom link via email (FYI same link every week.) Join the zoom class 5 minutes before class starts. Watch, listen, participate, and relax!

What equipment do I need? First class, just show up! I will briefly talk about yoga supplies (mat, block, strap.) If you have a yoga mat, great, have it ready. If not, no worries! Here is my request to set up before your first class:

  • Set up zoom. Reach out to a friend if zoom is new to you or check out this tutorial to learn how to set up zoom for the first time.
  • Position yourself and your camera so I can see you, head to toe.
  • Equipment: Yoga mat, towel or blanket on floor.
  • Optional: 2 yoga blocks, 1 yoga strap, 1 bolster/pillow.
  • Optional Chair: If you experience difficulty sitting on the floor or standing up from the floor, I recommend having a chair close by and for the final pose laying down on a bed or in a recliner.

That’s all you need! I will be available for questions and answers during the class and via email. When you book the class I will email you. Feel free to reach out with your yoga questions!

“Great! I’m in! How do I book this course?”

Book online here, scroll to the February 4th Intro to Gentle Yoga series.

Or Email me: amelia@spirituallyfityoga.com, Pay for the class (see below) and I’ll book your spot (s)!

IMPORTANT: If you are booking for two please email me both of your names and email addresses. Thank you!!

Cost:.

  • $40 for all four lessons!
  • $75 for two! Support a friend and join them! Purchase for both of you for $75.

Payment options:

  • Venmo @Amelia-Andaleon (last 4 digits for first payment 0074)
  • PayPal https://www.paypal.me/sfityogahttps://www.paypal.me/sfityoga
  • Pay what you can: currently for all of my classes you can book my classes online for free. I request you pay the specified cost of the course via Venmo or PayPal as listed above. AND, I don’t want cost or financial hardship to prevent you from receiving the benefits of yoga. No judgment. Pay what you can.

Are you interested but, these times don’t work for you? I create custom private individual and group classes. Email me: amelia@spirituallyfityoga.com

60 seconds with Amelia about this course!

Questions? Email me at amelia@spirituallyfityoga.com Learn more about me here.

May you be safe, may you be healthy, may you be free of harm.

Blessings,

Amelia Diaz Andaleon

Founder, Spiritually Fit Yoga

Happy New Year!!! January 2021 schedule!

Looking forward to get back to teaching in 2021! Here’s my schedule the week of January 4th: (time zone Pacific Standard Time)

  • Monday 530-630pm Zoom Baptiste Power Vinyasa – book here
  • Monday 830-9pm Mindful Monday Yoga Nidra livestream on Insight Timer. Join here
  • Tuesday 430-530PM Zoom Vinyasa for Just Be Yoga – book here
  • Wednesday 530-630pm Zoom Deep Flow – book here

See you on your mat!!!

Amelia Andaleon

Warrior Pose at sunset on
Mount Diablo – Danville, CA

Essential oils for allergy season – natural solutions for your health concerns

30715767_1913673288667223_7120872605002760192_nThe hills are green, the trees and flowers are blooming AND my allergies can make me feel yuk! So ironic for this nature girl who LOVES to be outside yet the misery of allergies can force me inside.  Spring has sprung and so has my runny nose and water eyes! Boo!

Being new to essential oils I hadn’t yet used them for my allergies.  Most of my life I’d taken antihistamines which dry me out and make me sleepy and sudafed makes my heart race and disrupts my sleep.  So, instead of taking these medicines I would suffer through allergy season resorting to meds when my allergies would become unbearable.

Honestly, I was skeptical that essential oils would help me because my spring allergies are soooo bad!  What a surprise when I tried the TriEase Seasonal Blend Softgels.  Shortly after taking my first dose (2 softgels) my itchy eyes and sniffles were gone!  I was like, What? Did that really work that well??  So, I’ve tested it over and over and to my repeated surprise, the TriEase gels work!  This simple blend of essential oils provides these benefits:

Lemon Peel: cleansing to the body’s systems and frequently used for respiratory discomfort*
Lavender Flower: renowned for its calming and balancing effects*
Peppermint Plant: promotes clear breathing and healthy respiratory function*

Because I care about what I put in and on my body I love doTerra because their oils are Certified Pure Therapeutic Grade making them safe for internal consumption.

As a bonus, TriEase SoftGels are 10% off this month! This discount is honestly what got me to try this product in the first place and I’m so glad I did!  Retail $30, this month’s Promo $27! Wholesale: $22.50, Promo: $20.25.  Click here to order at the retail price or sign up as a wholesale customer (save 25% off retail prices or email me at amelia@spirituallyfityoga.com.

Read on to learn more about which essential oils can help your allergies.  Learn how your food choices affect your allergies, and how yoga and pranayama can bring relief to constricted breathing.   Here’s to natural solutions for your annoying allergies!


ESSENTIAL OILS FOR ALLERGY RELIEF
Top Oils for Allergy Relief:

💛Lemon
💜Lavender
💙Peppermint
💚Melaleuca
(Used in any application in equal parts)

How to use:

🌿Aromatic Application

  • Diffusing these oils can be very effective. The sinuses are usually the most affected by allergic reactions. Purchase a quality essential oil diffuser, and diffuse any of the above oils, or oil blends, as much as you like!
  • Diffusing is also great because the extra moisture helps to soothe those irritated sinuses!
  • No diffuser? Place a few drops of your selected oils (such as lavender, lemon, and peppermint) into your palms. Rub together, cup your palms, and inhale.
  • The Breathe products also work fabulous to assist with congestion. Check out the breathe stick, and breathe touch roller. These products can be applied easily throughout the day and can fit in your purse or bag for on the go. 

🌿Topical Applications 

  • For topical applications, dilute with a few drops of fractionated coconut oil for longer lasting effects!
  • Apply diluted peppermint or other oils to the base of the neck and front of the throat, and the bottoms of the feet, several times per day.
  • Make a roller bottle for adults with 10 drops each oil apply frequently to chest, feet, and back of neck.
  • Nora’s Allergy Blend – I created this for daughter which she applies before school  and before bed on her wrists, throat, temples, sternum, and I rub on her upper back.  She LOVES the smell, which is key when creating blends for your kiddos 
    • One drop each of with 1/4 tsp carrier oil: Peppermint, Lavender, Lemon, Breathe, Elevation
    • To create a 10ml roller ball add 10 drops of each oil and fill to top with carrier oil

🌿Internal Applications

  • Put a few drops of each of your selected oils in an empty gel capsule and swallow. Can be taken several times a day.
  • Make an “allergy bomb” – Put a few tablespoons of water in a glass. Add 2-4 drops of each lavender, lemon, peppermint, basil, and On Guard. Hold your breath and swig!   This bomb packs a punch and it works!  Tip: Have a separate glass of water or juice as your chaser in case this allergy bomb is too intense for you.  
  • If the sinus symptoms are really severe you can use a Neti Pot for nasal irrigation with 1 drops each Lavender, Lemon, Peppermint, 1/4 T fine quality salt, and 8 ounces warm water.
  • The Breathe drops are a kid-friendly, pleasant tasting natural cough drop that can also alleviate your congestion. 
  • And, of course I’m a fan of these convenient dōTERRA triease soft gels. (Right now they’re 10% off in April! Retail $30, Promo $27! Wholesale: $22.50, Promo: $20.25.) These are softgel pills pre formulated with the allergy reducing oils. These are perfect for people who don’t want to taste the strong oil taste in their mouth or don’t want to bother with making homemade pill caps.

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CHOOSE AN ANTI-INFLAMMATORY DIET TO ALLEVIATE ALLERGY SYMPTOMS

Allergies are basically our body’s reaction to irritations, and the response is an inflammatory response.  The body thinks there’s a foreign object it needs to fight off so it flushes is out with letting the flood gates out in your mucous membranes, thus the runny noses and water eyes.  When seasonal allergies kick in, your body is even more sensitive to foods which create an inflammatory response.  It can stress your immune system which is already working overtime responding to your allergies.

It can seem like bad news to decrease or eliminate dairy, sugar,  gluten, alcohol and processed foods but, for me, the relief from my allergy symptoms is totally worth it.  The bonus of creating a habit of eating whole foods is the possibility of reducing inflammation in your joints, chronic aches and pains may disappear, you might lose weight, your eyes seem clear, and clarity can replace foggy brain.

Food is medicine.  Treat yourself to a whole foods, anti-inflammatory diet.  Shift from thinking your giving something up to what you are gaining in loving your body with nutrient-rich foods.  Give it a try, especially during allergy season, and you might discover ease from a myriad of annoying symptoms and love the way you feel!

 

PRANAYAMA AND YOGA TO OPEN BREATHING PASSAGES

I often hear yoga students skip their yoga practice when experiencing severe allergies for fear of not being able to breathe or their noses running like a faucet when in downward dog.  To the contrary, yoga and pranayama can alleviate allergy symptoms by calming your central nervous systems, opening up your bronchial tubes, and clearing out your sinus passages.  Combine essential oils into your practice by taking TriEase an hour before your class.  Creating a custom roller bottle with lavender, peppermint, and lemon to roll on your wrists and breathe throughout your class can also be relief to your symptoms.

One specific breathing technique I find personally helpful is Alternate Nostril Breathing or Nadi Shodhana.  Apply your essential oils and practice this pranayama technique for 10 minutes.  Here is a lovely video explaining this technique.

Nadi Shodhana video

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I wish you ease from your allergy irritations.  May you experience life with ease. May you experience life without suffering.  Namaste.

 

Yogamama Meels

 

Note: Thank you to Mandi Johnston for posting much of this information about essential oils for allergies on her facebook page.  To learn more about how to use essential oils request to join her facebook page Education Page – Blooming Chrysalis.

*These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease.

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