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A Coffee Reset

A few of years ago my family and I moved to Singapore; the other side of the world. I felt upside down. My health deteriorated and I was exhausted. I was bloated to the point that people offered me their seats on the subway...they pointed to my stomach; they thought I was pregnant.

Trying on clothes in Little India.

I went to a doctor and he explained I was suffering from a syndrome they call (I'm not making this up) “Caucasians Living Too Close to The Equator". It was simply not in my DNA to live in such a climate. I was in a jungle and my people like it cooler and less humid.

He took some blood work and together we made some discoveries that put a finger on my feeling of…What-the-Hell-happened-to-me-and-what-did-you-do-with-my-California!?!?!?

Turns out, it’s not that I didn't like Singapore…Singapore didn't like me.

The doctor suggested (among other things) blended