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Doshas

I just took a quiz that kind of blew me away. I am, absolutely, overwhelmingly, Pitta. Really Pitta. Fiery disposition and all. This comes as no surprise, I suppose, maybe just that the other doshas are so far behind it's not funny. Vata? Kinda...Kapha? Barely.

From an Ayurvedic perspective, that means I should avoid many of my favorite things including: coffee, cayenne, sour, salt, spice, grapefruit, spinach, tomatoes, garlic, onions, alcohol, brown rice, red meat, etc.

Really? I'm Mediterranean for heaven's sake! Lemon, olive oil (oh, I should also avoid olives...), feta cheese..those are in my blood. Big time. I'm not sure giving them up would be good. It would create a spiritual, cultural rift that might cause damage to my soul, which I refuse to allow.

My friend JL is talking me off the ledge, and assures me that moderation is always best (you're absolutely right JL), and to maybe just be aware that if my doshas are out of whack there are ways to do that, ie simply following recommended foods until balance is regained.

Ok, I get it.

Who ever said that doing the right thing was easy, right? Sheesh.

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