Essentially Tricia

03/17/2026

03/14/2026

Here's another simple Friday Finds that's a simple and super effective!

🍊 Simple Wellness Tip I’ve Been Using
One of the ways I support my body’s natural detox pathways is by using orange essential oil over the liver area.
Orange oil (the good stuff 🔗 below) contains d-limonene, a naturally occurring compound found in citrus peels that has been studied for its ability to support the body’s natural antioxidant systems, including glutathione — often called the body’s “master antioxidant.”

Glutathione plays an important role in helping the liver process and eliminate toxins, so supporting its natural production can be a helpful part of a wellness routine.

A simple way I use it:
• 1–2 drops of Young Living orange essential oil
• Apply over the liver area (right side under the rib cage)
• Gentle massage into the skin
I often do this in the evening as part of my wind-down routine, and every time I have to go through any type of security body scanner!
It’s such a simple practice, but I love supporting the body’s natural systems in small, consistent ways.

Caroline Leaf

02/27/2026

02/27/2026

Human… listen.

You ever hear your parents go,
“Ra ra organic diet!”
“Grain-free!”
“Farm-to-bowl!”
“Wild-caught salmon kissed by moonlight!”

Yeah. That’s how it started.

Apparently I was no longer just a dog.

I was a wellness journey.

Mom watched one documentary and suddenly my regular kibble was “processed sadness pellets.”

Dad said, “We’re upgrading his gut microbiome.”

My gut microbiome did not ask for this.

They poured that fancy organic stuff into my bowl like it was sacred forest treasure.

Free-range.
Gluten-free.
Blessed by woodland monks.

And me?
I’m a simple creature.

If it’s in a bowl and smells vaguely edible, I inhale it like a vacuum with commitment issues.

So I ate the HECK out of it.

Licked the bowl.
Licked the floor.
Licked the air around the bowl just in case.

For two hours, I felt powerful.
Evolved.
Like a wolf who does yoga.

Then my stomach whispered,
“Brother… what have you done?”

The rumbling began.

Not a cute little tummy gurgle.

No.

This was a thunderstorm brewing in the lower hemisphere.

By bedtime, my insides sounded like a washing machine full of rocks.

And then…

💥 3:17 AM.

The first explosion.

It wasn’t p**p.
It was a biological event.

I barely made it off the bed before my rear end activated like a faulty sprinkler system.

Projectile.
Uncontrolled.
Strategic splash pattern.

It hit Mom’s favorite rug.

The beige one.
The one she calls “neutral.”
It was no longer neutral.

My parents shot up in bed like they heard a home invasion.

Dad: “WHAT WAS THAT?!”
Mom: “IS HE DYING?!”

No.
I was not dying.
I was repainting.

They tried to rush me outside, but my digestive system said,

“We are not done, sir.”

Round two hit the hallway carpet.
Round three decorated the door.

By sunrise, the house smelled like a compost heap during a heatwave… inside a sauna… inside a haunted barn. 🤮

Mom lit three candles.
Dad opened every window in February. 🥶

They switched me back to my regular food immediately.

But friends… once you open the gates of organic chaos… there is no closing them politely.

For three nights in a row, my b***y became a tragedy fountain.

Night two?
I tried to hide under the bed.

Bad choice.

At 3 AM, while I was wedged under there feeling sorry for myself, my bu****le betrayed me again.

No warning.
No bark.
Just pshhhhhhh.

And because I was stuck… there was no angle control.

It ricocheted off the bed frame.

The wall.
Physics was involved.

I panicked.

And when a dog panics… we shart.
Everywhere. 💩

My parents had to move their heavy bed at 3:12 in the morning while arguing in whispers that were not whispers.

Dad: “LIFT IT!”
Mom: “I AM LIFTING!”
Dad: “WHY IS IT EVERYWHERE?!”

Because, sir, I am a fountain of regret.

By night three, nobody trusted me.

I farted and Mom flinched like she heard gunfire.

I shifted positions in my sleep and Dad turned on the lights.

They slept in shifts.

Like I was a newborn with gastrointestinal warfare training.

The next night?

Exile.
Outside.
In the yard.

Me.
A house prince.

Banished because my p**p chute declared independence.

I stared through the window while they disinfected my legacy.

The carpets had to be professionally cleaned.

A man with industrial equipment came over.

He didn’t ask questions.
He knew.

Mom still gets flashbacks when I eat too fast.

If I fart, she whispers,
“Not again…”

So to all my fellow dogs out there:

If your humans say “organic,”
“holistic,”
“ancestral diet,”
“raw rotation,”

Just know…

Your ancestors did not have beige carpets.

Stay loyal to your regular kibble, brothers.

Because sometimes “farm fresh”
turns your farmhouse into a biohazard zone.
🙄💩🐶😳

02/27/2026

02/27/2026

Last night, Dad let me outside for five minutes.

FIVE. Whole. Minutes.

In that time, I caught a tiny mouse and shoved it in my mouth—because I am an apex predator with the impulse control of a toddler.

Dad, oblivious as ever, let me back in without checking my mouth.

Rookie. Move.

Fast forward: Mom and Dad are in bed. The lights are off. The house is quiet. Peaceful. Serene.

And then there’s me.

Pounding the mattress with my massive horse hooves, demanding entry like I pay the mortgage. I’m huffing. Snorting. Dramatically sighing. Because clearly, I am the victim here.

After some grumbling and a very tired “Oh my god, just let him up,” they finally lift the covers.

I was cold, okay? Freezing. Traumatized by the 42 seconds of outdoor wilderness. So I slid under the covers by their feet like a sneaky, oversized burrito of chaos.

Now this is where the universe decided we needed character development.

The mouse—clearly fed up with my nonsense and lack of planning—starts tickling the inside of my mouth.

And I’m like…
“…excuse me?”

I open just enough.
Just a tiny crack.

And that little criminal launches himself into freedom.

Chaos. Under. The. Covers.

Can you imagine me — Zeus, King of the House — unleashing my royal athleticism inside a blanket cocoon?

It’s like a washing machine cycle set to “panic.”

Blankets flying.
Paws flailing.
Tail windmilling at 200 mph.

The mouse darts across Mom’s foot.

She instantly knows.

That wasn’t fabric.
That wasn’t imagination.
That was a tiny pair of disrespectful feet.

Her scream?
Glass-shattering.
Car-alarm triggering.
Possibly heard in three neighboring postal codes.

She’s yelling, “I’M BURNING THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND!” like we’re on an episode of Extreme Overreactions: Midnight Edition.

Meanwhile, I’m still under the blankets doing what can only be described as interpretive dance mixed with combat training. I can’t find the exit. I’m tangled in sheets. I look like a possessed marshmallow.

The mouse makes a second run.

Across. Her. Foot.
Again.

Mom launches out of bed like she just activated turbo mode. Adrenaline at 10,000%. She hasn’t moved that fast since someone said “50% off at Costco.”

She’s now armed with a Birkenstock and a lamp.

A. Lamp.

She’s yelling, “FINISH HIM!” like we just entered Mortal Kombat: Rodent Edition.

Dad is in the middle of the room trying to:

Calm Mom down.
Untangle my giant fluffy backside from the fitted sheet.
Process how his five-minute decision destroyed the entire household.

He’s half whispering, half yelling, “It’s just a mouse!” while also climbing on furniture like the floor is lava.

At one point I’m wrapped in the comforter like a dramatic Victorian ghost, spinning in circles because I STILL THINK I’M HUNTING.

The mouse?
Gone.
Vanished.

Probably in the walls writing a Yelp review about our house.

Long story short:

The mouse is nowhere to be found.
Mom is now sleeping in her car.
Windows cracked. Engine off. Emotionally done.

She’s probably Googling:

“How to get rid of a husband AND a dog.”

“Can you return a pet after 5 years?”

“Is arson covered by insurance?”

Dad?

Banned from bedtime snack duties.
Demoted to Official Mouse Patrol.

Currently checking corners with a flashlight like he’s in a low-budget horror film.

And me?
I’ll be back in bed tonight.

Because I fear nothing.
Learn nothing.
Regret absolutely nothing.

Plotting my next great adventure.

Maybe the neighbor’s hamster.
Maybe the squirrel who taunts me every morning.
Or maybe… I’ll just bring in a frog next time.

You know.
Something that jumps.
Something unpredictable.
Something that disappears mid-scream and reappears on the ceiling.

Let’s really test the structural integrity of this marriage.

Dad can practice his flashlight skills.

Mom can upgrade from Birkenstock to combat boots.

And me?
I’ll be under the covers again.

Innocent.
Cold.
Just a baby.

With absolutely no idea how that frog got there.
🐸😂🐶

02/27/2026

To my YL family: Here is a fail safe approach to using our new dual product Balance & Burn:

[Insights from Howard Gurney, Senior Vice President of Research and Development at Young Living USA! Discover the transformative power of our latest breakthrough: Balance & Burn, and learn how to harness its full potential.]

🌅 MORNING ROUTINE (Upon Waking)

Start your day intentionally — before stress takes over.

✔️ Take Balance and Control
✔️ Hydrate (16–24 oz water)
✔️ Diffuse calming essential oils (lavender, frankincense, Stress Away, Valor, Citrus Fresh, lemon or lime) to help keep morning cortisol steady
✔️ 5 minutes of light movement (walking, stretching, mobility work)

🚫 Do NOT eat breakfast yet.

We delay food until 10AM to begin an 8-hour eating window. This allows your body time to tap into stored energy and supports metabolic flexibility.

👉 During the fasting (non-eating) window, zero-calorie foods are permitted if needed, such as:
• Pickles
• Cucumbers
• Celery
• Plain or sparkling water
• Unsweetened tea or black coffee

Keep it truly zero/near-zero calorie and avoid anything that spikes insulin or triggers cravings. Do not exceed what RMR caloric neutral plan would be subjective to your personal RMR.

⸻

🕙 10AM – BREAK THE FAST

Open your fueling window strategically and START your engine clock (8-hours and BE STRICT).

✔️ Burn + Control capsules
✔️ Best case is your favorite protein shake to break the fast
✔️ Add Daily Prebiotic Fiber and hydrate again.

Then immediately:
👉 5 minutes of light movement (walk, air squats, bodyweight movements).

This supports blood sugar balance and nutrient partitioning.

⸻

🕛 12PM – LUNCH

Fuel with purpose, but EAT:

🥗 Lean protein
🥦 Vegetables
🍚 Light, quality carbs and hydrate again

Balanced. Nutrient-dense. Satisfying.

After eating:
👉 5 minutes of movement.

⸻

🕑 2PM – SMART SNACK

✔️ NINGXIA packet
✔️ Apple or orange
hydrate, again)

Optional: Diffuse uplifting oils (citrus blends or peppermint) to support mood and manage afternoon stress.

After snack:
👉 5 minutes light movement.

⸻

🕓 4PM – MINI FUEL

✔️ Handful of nuts
✔️ Another piece of fruit, (yup, Hydrate)

Controlled and intentional.

After eating:
👉 5 minutes light movement.

⸻

🕕 6PM – DINNER

Keep it simple but EAT:

🥩 Protein
🥬 Green veggies with, you guessed it, Hydration

After dinner:
👉 5 minutes light movement.

Then… SHUT OFF caloric intake for the day.

During the evening neutral caloric window, again:
✔️ Zero-calorie foods are permitted if needed (pickles, cucumbers, celery, water, herbal tea).
🚫 No caloric snacks. No grazing.

⸻

🌙 EVENING CORTISOL RESET

Around 8–9PM:

🌿 Diffuse your favorite calming essential oils and Deep Night Essence
🛁 Warm bath with hydration 😂
📵 Reduce screens
🎧 Positive or calming podcast

⸻

😴 10PM – SLEEP

Target 8 hours of focused sleep.

Fat loss happens when:
✔️ Insulin is controlled
✔️ Cortisol is managed
✔️ Movement follows meals
✔️ Recovery is prioritized

Structure removes emotion.
Consistency drives results.

Commit to a simple, repeatable plan. Repeat for 30-days. Then talk to me. Add in DHE, LiverTone, WBC, Life 9, Agilease, where needed.

YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED IF YOU HONESTLY FOLLOW THIS PLAN for 30-60-90 days.

02/19/2026

02/19/2026

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02/14/2026