My Experience With The Oil Cleansing Method

Thanks to Pinterest, I have discovered two new beauty methods that I've been trying out for about a month and a half now: The Oil Cleansing Method and the No 'Poo Method.

I am always interested in trying a natural alternative for skin, hair and (of course) food, so on October 7 I set out on my journey to stop washing my face and hair. That is, with chemicals. I still shower daily, guys. With soap even. But my face and hair are now washed with alternative products you may already have in your kitchen. It makes me feel like a hippy.

This is the post I stumbled upon via Pinterest that inspired me to try the Oil Cleansing Method (OCM): http://www.healthydiaries.com/2012/07/17/how-i-improved-my-skin-acne-scaring-overall-complexion/. Castor oil is used because it is great at pulling out the ick deep in your pores, and the EVOO is used for moisturizing. Castor oil actually has a long list of uses! (Just a heads up, if you're struggling to find it in the store like me--look by the laxatives. Yup, we're using a laxative on our face...) After learning that oil dissolves oil, I wasn't scared to put oil on my face. Seems counter intuitive based on what the beauty industry has taught us, but we didn't always have chemicals to wash our face.

After looking into this method further, I figured I'd give this a try since my skin couldn't possibly get worse. I'm 26 years old and still have acne. It's horrible. I wear natural makeup, I wash my face twice a day, I'm an adult, I wash my pillowcases weekly, I stay hydrated, I don't eat out very often... All things I feel should help fight acne, but it's a war I'm just not winning. I even saw a dermatologist a couple years ago. She prescribed me Epi-Duo and I used it for three months with no luck. I was actually going to repurchase it and keep going with it, but the promo price ended and it was close to $300 out of pocket. No lie. Needless to say, I didn't buy it again. I never went back to her either.

*Side note about my natural makeup* I wear Erth Minerals, and love it. It provides great coverage that I can build up or down. It doesn't wear off and it's organic. They even have Vegan products. I've been wearing this makeup for about three years now. Before this I was wearing Bare Minerals, but I made the switch because Erth is made locally in my area, and it was also a superior product in my opinion. It wasn't as orange as Bare Minerals.

Anyway, back to the OCM. I was also starting to question my choice of facial cleanser as of recent--AcneFree. Found at Wal-Mart, compared to Proactive. At first Mike and I didn't realize how harsh of a cleanser this is, but when he used a washcloth to help wipe off the cleanser at night, he didn't rinse it out well and the next morning my blue washcloth was mostly white. The cleanser also bleached our pillowcases! It's not like we weren't thoroughly rinsing our faces... How scary!

Get on with it already, what's the procedure for OCM?

I use the mixture recommended in the blog post linked above. I have oily skin, so my blend is 3 parts castor oil to 1 part EVOO. I also add a few drops of jojoba oil to combat dryness. I keep this mixture in an olive oil glass which lasts both Mike and me quite a while. You can find the jars at Wal-Mart by the cooking ware. I found mine at Hobby Lobby, because it has a cover to close the spout.

You only do the OCM at night before bed. In the morning I just splash some water on my face if I feel I need to do something...

So, on to the OCM... I wipe my makeup off with a baby wipe (mostly out of habit, since almost everyone says you do not need to do this with the OCM). Next I pour a quarter size amount of the mixture into my CLEAN hands, warm it up in my hands by rubbing them together for a few seconds, then massage the oils onto my face for about a minute. Next I take a wet, hot hot hot washcloth and lay it over my face until it cools. (I hate this part... It makes me feel like a terrorist in questioning. I feel suffocated.) I gently wipe the rest of the oil off with the cloth and call it a night. Make sure to wipe the crevice of your nose and your jaw bone well. I heard some girls were forgetting those areas and were finding they were breaking out in them. Your face will feel soft to the touch, but also you'll still have some oil on your face. That's OK.

I should mention that I use organic EVOO as well as cold-pressed castor oil. Also, I've heard that jojoba oil is a less-is-more type of thing, so I was very light-handed with adding drops to my mixture. With the cold Wisconsin weather moving in, my face has been pretty dry, so I've actually been putting jojoba oil directly onto my face, which has helped significantly! Some people use coconut oil as well. Your call. I bought my jojoba oil in the organic section at Festival.

I've heard finding the perfect blend can be a bit of a trial and error. When you do your own investigating into the OCM you'll find that this isn't a new trend, people have been washing like this for YEARS. You'll also find that some people use Grape Seed Oil or Almond Oil instead of EVOO.

So how has the OCM been working for me?

The day after the first night I did the OCM, I really thought my overall complexion was cleaned up quite a bit. I had a clean glow. For the first week my face was a lot less oily. I didn't have to break out my oil blotting sheets! For the first two weeks my acne was really quite the same. The third week my acne was heavily concentrated on my right cheek. I assumed that this was because I slept on my right side. I still found it be odd, because we wash our pillow cases every Sunday.

Then on the fourth week my acne was pretty much just around my mouth--the worst place to break out, in my opinion. I HATE it. Ugh. What is up? Why isn't this the magic cure that it is for everyone else? I knew that in a lot of cases, curing acne was about fixing the root cause, which may be coming from the inside--what you eat, if you're stressed, etc. Still frustrating since I eat a heck of a lot better now than I used to. Still not the healthiest person in the world, but my insurance's health evaluation scored me with a 96 points out of 100, so I am feeling like a bit of a rock star these days... Bring on the ice cream!

Well, I just so happened to have my yearly physical scheduled with a new doctor during my fifth week of the OCM. Upon reviewing my medical history, she noticed I had been on Microgestin birth control for about three years. She also noticed my acne.

I explained my new routine, and how my acne hasn't really gotten worse, but it also hadn't gotten better. She explained that the birth control I was on could be the cause of it, because of the levels of progesterone and estrogen. The BC I was currently on had more progesterone than estrogen, which can cause the oily buildup in pores, which I am plagued with. I am constantly looking at clogged pores in the mirror. Even when I was using harsh AcneFree face wash. She also said she could prescribe me with an antibiotic that could help speed up the process, but I declined. I really want to try to do it "naturally", and not add another variable to the OCM.

So I've had the new BC in my system for a little over a week, and my acne around my mouth is calming down and fading. Thank God. While I've had a few other blemishes on my cheeks the past few days, my overall complexion is more clear. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but I think my pores are slowly unclogging.

Of course Michael's skin is greatly improved from the OCM. Although it was never that bad to begin with (he'd say otherwise). So jealous. Keeping my fingers crossed that over time and with new BC I'll get there.

If you decide to give this a go, I truly hope it works wonders for you! As always, if you have any questions, feel free to ask in the comments! I'm not an expert, but I've done quite a bit of research.

Stay tuned for details about my journey on the No 'Poo Method!

New Beginnings

I AM NO LONGER A TEMPORARY EMPLOYEE! I am so excited to have accepted a job offer as a Marketing Assistant for a local paper converter. I am now real, and it feels AMAZING. To know that I am a valued member of a workforce really means a lot to me, and I haven't even had my first day yet!

Being a temporary employee really affects more aspects of your life than people realize, at least for me it did... For almost three years I was working as a temp at a major paper manufacturer, and it's lead me to great opportunities, but I never felt like part of the team. I would listen to the VP talk at conferences, get motivated, then realize he isn't talking to ME, but to all the real employees around me. It was really discouraging. I was unable to get a personal loan for a vacation to Mexico, and the banks couldn't count my income for our mortgage, so the houses we knew we could afford we couldn't get approved for. I always knew that more than likely I would be let go first in the event budgets were cut, since I was just a temp. I did not have insurance, vacation days, I worked holidays, nights and weekends. Yuck! It was just awful watching Mike run free on the weekends, while I was stuck by my computer. I missed family time and doggy dates working. And for what? I wasn't invested into the company in the slightest. 

When I was first recruited to work as a temp I did not understand what temporary meant. I thought these agencies recruited employees for companies and then the employee worked FOR the company. It wasn't until I was signing paperwork that I realized I was wrong. I was also lead to believe (because it's what I was verbally told) that I would be hired on within six to eight months of my employment. Nope. I wasn't even working as the title I was under the impression I was hired for. Neither were the other five people I met, who were all hired on at the same time as me with all the same impressions.

I can understand that companies may use temps for small projects, side jobs, etc, and that totally makes sense. Someone working through college, or in between jobs, or a stay-at-home mom that wants some extra cash... There are many reasons to use temporary employees, but I believe the operative word here is TEMPORARY. To me, "temporary" does not mean three years. If you have not let these temps go within that amount of time, I think it's safe to say their work is justified and needed.

Well, that's the end of my rant about my woes of being a temp. On to new, better and permanent things! 

Krav Maga

So, Michael and I have been attending a local Krav Maga class. I originally signed up because Michael found out about it, and I wanted do something together (besides, ya know, watch TV). I was hesitant at first, because this is very, very outside of my comfort zone, but after our short intro class I became a lot more interested. Sure, I had heard of Krav Maga, and knew what it was, but I had never done anything like this before! I am far, far, far from coordinated, and I have NO arm strength what-so-ever! So my anxiety levels were pretty darn high for the intro and first class.

I only have three classes under my belt, but I feel really good about this! Not only does it teach you self defense, but it's a great work out. After my first real class I was in A LOT of pain. I couldn't even walk up one flight of stairs at work. Thank God for elevators, because it was super bad.

Our instructors are great! They are very friendly, don't make fun of you, help you out and cheer you on. They do make me do push ups in the warm-up though. I assume they only make us do push ups to secretly laugh at me doing them. I do not know how to do a push up correctly. Never have, never will. My butt is always in the air; seriously, how do you keep it down?

I think the hardest part in the class for me is holding the mats for my partner to punch and kick. I have no arm strength, and while it doesn't physically hurt to absorb the blow into the padding, it's exhausting for me. I have to breathe out at impact, and usually stumble back a bit too.

Unfortunately, after about 20 minutes of punching, elbowing and kicking in today's class, I started to see black spots and felt nauseous. Yup, I was that person. I left the room and went to the bathroom. I can't remember any other time I literally felt like I was about to black out, so I was pretty scared of collapsing. There was a little girl waiting in the hallway by the restrooms, and she stared at me like I was already dead. I am very pale as it is, but when I looked in the mirror I really was white as a sheet. Poor kid must've thought she was seeing a ghost!

The nausea and black spots subsided after a few minutes, so I rejoined the boys for the remainder of the class. Of course, the movement brought on my "yuck" again, but I survived! It's funny, because before we left for the class I told Mike my tummy felt "fuzzy". I didn't know how else to describe it, but it wasn't really hurting, so I didn't think it'd amount to anything. My guess is that I just didn't drink enough water beforehand, and since I hate exercise and my body isn't used to it, I was overworked.

Just after these few classes, I feel more well rounded. I already know how to handle different firearms, and now I am more prepared to defend myself with my body. I have never been in a fight, and hope and pray that I never find myself in one, but better safe than sorry, right? I am positive that in most people's eyes I am an easy target: I am a girl, I am blond and I am not built like an athlete. But,  now I feel like I'll have a better chance at winning!

Hot and Humid

It is very hot and humid here today! While taking the dogs for a walk, I through my hair up in a pony tail and was reminded of my reinvention poem I wrote a few years back. So, I thought I'd share it with you here.

Stretching for Uses
 

A thin beige circle of rubber,

speckled with grey smudges.

Flexible and ambiguous

it can morph into any shape.

Lost in the junk drawer’s black hole,

But it’s a celebrity in the office, 

offering a chorus of claps, snaps and boings.

A free bracelet.

A bully’s sling shot or

a mischievous catapult in the classroom,

launching ammo

at unsuspecting victims.

After a Thanksgiving feast,

let it loop through your button hole,

and reach for the prize.

Bring on dessert.

Clutching the bananas,

grasping the newspaper,

uniting the pencils. 

When your shoelace breaks,

when Grandma locks the kitchen cabinets,

when a mother pulls her hair up in the relentless August heat,

when a Band-Aid isn’t available,

the rubber band is re-invented.

Help A Stranger!

Michael and I were headed to the dog park yesterday, when we noticed a person in need of some assistance. We saw an older man on the ground, trapped under his bicycle in the apron of Bergstrom's driveway. I think Mike and I saw him at the same time, because just as I was saying "help him!" Mike quickly swerved into the driveway and got out.

The man was older, I'd say in his late 50s. He was flailing his arms and legs, like the bike was twisted around his body, but Mike was able to pull the bicycle off and help him up. Turns out he wasn't tangled up, just stuck. The man said he nicked the edge of the curb with his bicycle tire, and fell. I'm so glad he was OK! Whew! He was even wearing a neon safety vest and helmet! How much more safe can you get?

The sad part was there was a salesman and two customers checking out a car in the parking lot not too far away.  I don't know what their excuse was; maybe they really didn't see it or hear it. To their credit, the man was not yelling for help (I don't think). I am just glad I am with a guy who will swerve out of his way to help someone.

Come to think of it, this isn't the first time he's done something like this. He has helped pull cars out that are stuck in snow a couple of times! So if you're stuck, and a man comes to help you, he may not be a creeper--just a helper! It's hard to tell now a days though, huh?

40 Pounds Down

My weight loss journey has been a long one. I've been on and off dieting for about a year now, and am glad to say I finally reached 40 pounds lost! Whew!

After I lost 20 pounds, I really stalled out. Counting my calories with My Fitness Pal became super hard because Mike was not interested in changing his eating habits. So for about six months I just stopped watching what I ate. I went back to eating greasy, fried food and DQ Blizzards. But this year, Mike's New Year's Resolution was to lose weight. And that really jump started it again for me.
I am starting to finally see the change, and can't believe I carried around all that extra weight before. I'm so glad that Mike and I took charge of our weight. It's SO great to know that my weight will be controlled when my wedding comes in 2014. I really didn't want it to sneak up on me. Now when I hear that there are over 400 calories in a SMALL potato ole from Taco Johns, my jaw drops. I can't even imagine how many calories I consumed daily. Yes, we splurge on junk food here and there (you gotta!), but it really is a special treat now.

Mike is looking good too! He has lost like 30 pounds. We both have 10 more we'd like to lose, so hopefully we'll be able to pull that off! I know Mike will--he is a jogger. I only walk the dogs. Walk. Not run.

Below are some photos that highlight the weight loss. I know the recent picture I have isn't all too showy, since I'm sitting down, but you can still notice a difference! I have three big Maurices bags stuffed with clothes for a future rummage sale! Looks like I better get shopping--my closet is empty!

October 2011

May 2012

Easter 2013

Puppy #2

We recently adopted yet another animal into our family! Please welcome Beretta, a 6-month-old Coonhound mix. At N.E.W. PAWSibilities, she was known as Zoe, but we needed to changed that!  Her and Caliber have been getting along well. We took Caliber to the shelter for us when we began our short search for dog number two. We originally wanted to wait to get a second dog until after our wedding in 2014, so what made us change our minds?

Mike and I were headed out to Wal-Mart on a Sunday afternoon to get a new vacuum to keep up with Caliber's shedding. (And can I just tell you that the Dyson DC24 Animal is the most amazing thing ever? It makes Michael like to clean! I can't believe how much it picks up, not to mention how much our old vacuum was missing! We had to empty the container THREE times just to do our small living room and bedroom, and that's AFTER we already vacuumed with the old one!) As we pulled out of the driveway, we saw Caliber's cute little face peeking out our front picture window. I told him when I see him watching me leave, it breaks my heart. So Mike said, "Maybe we should get him a dog." I was SO excited. I mean, why wait? So Sunday night we looked at shelters online, and on Monday evening we were walking into N.E.W. PAWSibilities with Caliber to find his new sibling. Mike and I decided we wanted a 2-year-old dog so they were calmer, more mature. We also didn't want any type of hound dog, because they're known for barking.

N.E.W. PAWSibilities was our first stop, and the dogs I liked online weren't really fitting to our energy levels. When we met "Zoe", a 6-month-old Coonhound mix, she and Caliber demonstrated good chemistry and we couldn't get over her beautiful brindle coat. For only being six months, she is extremely calm. She was everything we weren't looking for (a hound dog and  a puppy), so we decided to adopt her! She is the sweetest little girl, though. A big cuddle bug who looks like an Oreo Blizzard. When she sees you come home, or wake up in the morning, she wags her tail so fast her butt can't keep up. So I sing "wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle" to her.






We've had her for a eight days so far, and she's really come out of her shell. She's still submissive, but has become playful. Her and Caliber rough house a little too much, but it's getting better. They're working on learning to share toys (mostly Caliber). They can get very, very loud. Beretta has this wonderful piercing whine, and Caliber has a constant, deep bark. And when their teeth clank together, it's probably one of the worst sounds on the planet. Next to snoring. God, I really HATE snoring. How I fell in love with a mouth-breather, I'll never know.



Adjusting to having two dogs hasn't been too difficult. More water slop on the floors to dodge, but overall it seems pretty easy. The hardest part is breaking up the rough housing when it gets too rough. It's typically stemmed from Caliber NEEDING the toy Beretta has. Poor Beretta.

You Know You Own Your Car When...

Today was not just an ordinary day. Today I felt like an adult. Why? Because I encountered adult problems.

My day started out normal enough. I was pretty bummed that Mike's half day was cancelled, so I would need to come home for lunch to let Caliber out. I always lose my spot when I return and need to park a mile away. Yesterday I actually wandered around two rows before I bumped into my car by chance.

As I pulled into the parking lot at work I noticed a premo spot! There was a vehicle ahead of me in line and I thought "shoot, they're gonna take my spot!" Well they didn't! And thank God, because as I turned around the horse-shoe curve the car's engine light, battery light and oil light came on. I couldn't accelerate, and as I coasted down the aisle I prayed I would at least make it to the open spot. I was so elated when I made it. Then I realized my car also had no power steering, but luckily my arms aren't as weak as I thought, and I made it.

After the initial shock of my car dying wore off, I texted Mike. He had me try to restart my car and hold the gas pedal down at the same time, but that didn't work. After panicking about not knowing what to do, I decided to find out if Bergstrom had a mechanic shop in town.

Bergstrom Body Shop was great to work with when I had my car in for a new door (after my neighbor backed into the old one), so I called the 800 number on their website for help. They gave me a number of their recommended towing company, who I called next. The guy on the phone, while nice, wasn't really explaining things to me. He didn't even ask for my license plate number, so I made sure to let him know. After we hung up I wondered how Bergstrom would get into my car if I had the key, and was told I don't need to be there when the car is picked up... So I called the tow truck company back to tell him I'd put the spare key in the glove box. The man seemed grateful.

When Bergstrom called to tell me my car arrived, I asked for someone to pick me up and take me home. This short ride with an elderly driver was an adventure in itself. I got into the car and we were making chit chat about my employment when all of a sudden the car phone spoke "Please hang up, or press star for more options." Turns out he left me a REALLY long voicemail. We moved on to the weather, and I mentioned it's supposed to rain later this week. He told me that since he just got his car washed, he'll have to take his other car to the bar this weekend so he can stay out later. That way, if it rains, it won't dirty his recently washed vehicle.

When he made a turn away from my house, I asked him where we were going. He said, "The dealership." I was so confused. I thought he knew my home address from the guy that arranged the pick-up, but no that's not the case. Good thing I only live a few blocks away from the dealership, so it wasn't too far out of his way. My street name is both a Court and an Avenue, but they are not near each other. And even though I told the driver that I live on the Ave, and explained where it was, he tried to take me to the Court. Good grief.

When I got home, Caliber greeted me at the door (of course), and I noticed his black nose was now white, so I asked him why. When I turned to put my coat in the closet, my question was answered. He clawed and chewed my wall. Come on! The majority of my hours are worked from home, but this week I was in the office Monday-Wednesday from 8 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. He is just not used to being alone THAT much, so he did it out of anxiety/boredom. I can't blame him, but I'd really rather he just pee all over or something that I don't need to paint. He also chewed some holes in Mike's gloves he left out. The other day Caliber also got a hold of Mike's hat he left out. I really hope Mike sees the pattern and uses this as a learning experience.

As you can see, I'll need get the paint and brushes out of storage.

While I don't want my car to ever have problems, I do prefer that it chose to die in my works' parking lot than on the highway. I am actually really relieved it happened the way it did. It turns out that I didn't even need to go into the office today; I could've worked the whole shift from home! But if I didn't miss the text telling me that, the next time I would've been driving my car would be tomorrow on the highway by myself. No thanks!

I was keeping my sense of humor about all of this crazy until the mechanic called to update me. My timing belt broke, and they need to order a new one along with a tensioner (whatever that is). Apparently these things are expensive, because my bill (as of right now) is $615. Once they disassemble it to swap out the parts, they'll be able to tell me if anything else is wrong with it. Can't wait!

Resolutions To Consider

In light of New Year's, I'd like to share a list of resolutions I SHOULD make, but will not:

• Exercise
• Stop nagging Michael about various things (IE: stop playing your stupid video game, do the dishes, clean the stove, chew with your mouth closed, stop snoring...)
• Become a better cook (I prefer baking)
• Reeeelaaaaax
• Put money into savings
• Shop less
• Read more novels! (I used to read for leisure... Now I watch TV--even when nothing is on)
• Develop a more adventurous pallet (I never try new foods)

So what will I be doing in 2013 if I'm not doing the things I should?  Michael and I have decided to eat out/order in less, cook with more fresh foods and watch our portions. 

Looking back at 2012, it really has been a magnificent year for me. We bought the house, got the pup, adopted the kitten, I lost 20 pounds and have kept it off, I paid off my car and I opened my Etsy shop (www.etsy.com/shop/markitmiscellaneous). Hooray! 

Take My Grandpa's License Away!

I just picked up my contacts from the eye doctor and decided to take a spin through Starbucks' drive-thru before hitting the highway back home. I made it safely through the round-a-bout onto a four lane semi-busy road. I'm driving along and coming up to an intersecting street. All of a sudden a silver Ford Focus tries to make a left turn in front of me from the crossing street. I do not have a traffic light or stop sign, mind you. They, however, do! I had to swerve, honk my horn and yell "WHAT THE FUCK?" (pardon my French).

Then I realized it was my grandfather. I swore at my grandfather. My heart was racing, and I'm not quite sure if the surprised look on his face was that of recognition, or fear of being hit. If I see him on Christmas, am I supposed to bring this up? What is proper protocol for handling this situation? I should check out the Hallmark aisle at the store to see if there are any cards for the occasion.