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Confession Monday #2

I had envisioned that I would have written something between the two Monday confessions however with a project wrapping up at work and my half marathon prep, I simply just did not get back to this lovely page until today.

And so, in its second installment, I bring you my confession Monday

I use a Neti pot to clear out my sinuses and survive allergy season.

This isn't necessarily a very evil aspect about  myself, but I guess more revealing and um perhaps a bit embarrassingly personal?

For those of you who do not know what  Neti pot is, you are probably wondering why this may be something a bit embarrassing to admit. Here I'll show you:



I love in this video how she says it's not that bad. Define BAD.

I mean, no there isn't any stinging and yes the 'return' liquid is clear as well but essentially using water to flush out your sinuses is about as, well, awkward as it sounds.

But so is flossing but that doesn't mean you don't do it right?

And since my allergies this year have been paining me worse than plugging my nose and rubbing acid in my eyes, I was pretty much up for anything that didn't make me feel like the guy on the Reactine commercial - you know the one that points out saying JUST ALLERGIES is about as accurate as say it's JUST LABOUR.



(At this stage I suppose it's obvious to point out that I have actually tried many drugs to make the symptoms go away, Aerius being the only one that works however I still need to Neti pot myself in combination with a daily tab.)

And so, over the past couple of weeks before I go to bed I pour an entire plastic blue tea pot's worth of water (mixed with the special saline solution) through my two nostrils.

And you know what? I can breathe again. My eyes are not redder than my Canada t-shirt.

And I actually dare any of you who have not tried to TRY IT and then try to NOT do it and see what happens. Because the result in my experience is a little similar to going on a diet or denying yourself something for 30 days - all you do is think about how much BETTER it would be if you JUST could have that ONE THING ...

...a Neti pot clean out.

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