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Bringing About my Inner Calm and Learning to Visualize

The last few months have been very rough for me holistically. I quit my job in July 2012 and hurriedly began trying to work on me. I spent several weeks building up my video work out collection and attacked the workouts with great fervor. For all my efforts, however, I loss very little weight. The body just wasn't responding the way it should have. My doctor said that I was probably gaining muscle which I believe him in this, partially. Now that I've spent some time researching, I think my issues arose for much deeper reasons:

1. Mentally, my anxiety and worry over not finding a job was increasing my cortisol levels.
2. Physically, my fibroids were hindering me from making the most of my self-improvement techniques.

Consequently, each issue was serving the other in the most negative ways possible; I worried about my body, thus feeding my stress and (I believe), my stress was creating more fibroids. When I figured this out, I new I'd had my, "A-ha!" moment.

As I stated earlier, I've been doing some research and study into the body and mind and how to become a healthier person. One of my paths of study led me to Jon Gabriel. You may have caught him in the following documentary:


The information presented here is really worthwhile and I highly recommend it to everyone. Jon's story stood out for me and I delved further into his background. I've since read his book, The Gabriel Method and am working my way through his audio programs.  The topics that resonated the most with me were the topics on emotional eating as well as the visualization and mind techniques.

With my last big diet, I became a tiny person and I loved the way I looked...for the most part. Some of my muscle tone had disappeared and my figure had lost a lot of curves (I love my curves). Like any diet, the hard part is maintaining and I actually did a pretty good job for a while, but when you don't spent enough time dealing with all the issues, the physical ones can come back with a vengance. I eat when I'm happy and or when I'm stressed. My job brought on crazy stress towards the end, which drove me right back to the refrigerator. Not only did I put the weight back on, but now, I couldn't get it off.

My goal for the next few weeks is to work through the emotional issues that drive me to eat. Thankfully, my stress levels aren't as bad as they once were. I'm a bit worried about my body and the upcoming surgery, but it's not the high level, nail-biting, hair-pulling stress I experienced before. I am learning a lot and am reflecting on what was done in the past. Again, I liked my size and hope to achieve it again by a different means: healthy eating and activity. It's really the only way.

Diets are done! I'm not doing them anymore because they don't work. They are a vicious cycle and I'm tired of playing the game. My body has been trying to tell me for years that it's not happy with what I'm putting into it. True enough, I know how to eat and I live with some one who eats well most every day of his life. The mental - I rebel against what I feel others are trying to force upon me. Granted, he never has said that I have to eat like him, but my warped perception is what drives me to the chips, cookies, and cake. I need to learn that it's okay to have these things sometimes -- in moderation. I also need to integrate all the wonderful vegetables around back into my eating, not only for myself, but for my children as well. My youngest is a bit on the plump side and I can make positive changes for the both of us.

With the nerves of the surgery there is also a bit of excitement. I'm excited to see what my body will do when the foreign clusters are gone. One of the ideas promoted in the film as well as in Mr. Gabriel's book is that our bodies use fat to protect us. I think that's inspired. I also think it can be a physical manifestation of the stress we endure both internally and externally. If that theory is true, I should see amazing effects when my body is clear. It's up to me to keep a sound mind so that a new, variety of manifestations do not appear. That is why I've also taken to beginning the process of cleansing (planning to do a thorough one just a few days before the surgery) by taking probiotics.When I have the money, I'll begin supplementing with  wheat grass and spirulina. Green juice, anyone?




Providing nutrients and helpful/friendly bacteria is just the start. I have to make my body believe and know that it's time to let go of the extra padding. It's no longer needed and it's okay to be healthy. Minus my head, here is a picture of what I visualize for the near future:


The top is a small and the shorts are a six. I felt good at a six/eight and am eager to see that size again...on my terms. There will be none of this denial and starving crap again. I will succeed with a healthy approach and make it a lifestyle change. The yo-yo is going onto a pillar of fire, along with my size 14, grey sweat pants (ha ha ha!). This time, I'll be able to eat well, with occasional treats, and exercise so that I have definition (something I'm lacking a bit in the above picture). I remember the day when I started to see my triceps, a few years back. I was on another diet (ugh! diets!) and had included a weight training regime. The muscle definition is beautiful and I'm after that look all over.

This will be my creation with the help of some wonderful research and added insight from professionals. My body is like no one else's. I will use trial and error to find out what will bring me the best health possible. I will practice patience with this, as Rome was not built in one day. I will visualize what I want daily and strive to achieve all my goals with positivity. Here is a passage from one of my favorite books in the Bible:

1 Corinthians 3:16-17
Do you not know that you are God's temple and that God's Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy him. For God's temple is holy, and you are that temple.



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Robbing Peter to Pay Paul

This is something I would never advise anyone to do and, up until a short while ago, I would never have done myself. With our finances being much more limited than before, I find myself doing this whole borrowing from one area to pay for another. Thankfully, only one credit card is involved, but I don't like where the process could lead.

When my ultrasound came up, I wanted to pay for it flat-out. Our flex spending account would be refilled but not in time for the appointment. I also found out that what would have been $238 dollars was discounted to $152 if paid the day of service. I had to come up with the money.

I had the cash that I've been saving up for my trip in the fall. Hubby was like, "Just use that and pay yourself back later." It's great in theory, but never works in real life. I owe myself around $300 as it is and I'm getting no closer to settling my leger. This has got to stop! Thankfully, dance is nearly over (but they're going to wriggle another $200 out of me before the year is out) and I've already started paying off Cheer for next year. In the midst of all that, I decided to buy hubby an anniversary present. It's a big anniversary, otherwise I would have just let it pass on by.

Things remembered had a crystal flask (15th anniversary is crystal, by the way) and I had it engraved with his name, the anniversary we're celebrating and our wedding date.  My hope is that he'll take it out of the box and actually use it. My goal is to purchase  a bottle of Crown for him to add to the bottle, thus forcing him to use it. The price was great before the engraving. I ended up spending a lot more than I wanted to, but I'm really happy with the choice. This straps me a bit for paying dance fees and pictures next week. Will I borrow again from Peter? I'm really hoping I don't have to.

My next pay day is April 11th. If everything goes the way I want it to, I can pay off everything and still have enough to tide me over until the next check. It's amazing that I'm doing as well as I am with the pay-cut I took. I often wonder about what I would be doing with my former paycheck (still depositing most of it into savings, I gather). Hubby keeps saying we have things we could sell and I know I need to change my thought process around that. I will spend some time looking around for things to off-load so that Peter and Paul get paid off quickly.
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A Matter of Womanhood

Returning to the work world has been really good. I have enjoyed being in an office again and the social "vampire" in me is much more sated; however, things have been slow and I'm trying to enjoy the calm before the storm (the captains assure me that as soon as spring break hits, next week for us, activity around the office will pick up).

I only work part-time hours (8:00am - 12:00pm) but when there's nothing going on, it can really make the day drag. The good news is that it's not dragging to like 5:00 or 6:00 in the evening. With the warmer weather coming, I'm sure the slowness I'm experiencing now will be a welcome break.

There have been some crazy things happening with me on the personal side of my life. Let's rewind: Thursday, March 7th, I had a doctor's appointment for my yearly physical. Last year, the physical was with my OBGYN complete with my first mammogram. Everything went well, save the discovery of my fibroids. The doctor gave them a "12 weeks" measurement (basically, they make me look like I'm three months preggers. Ugh!). This year, my physcial was with my primary care practitioner. I had to choose him because my OB didn't have appointments until late April and I didn't want to wait.

Basically, since the discovery of my overly large fibroids, I've had heavy menstral periods, so heavy that I go through one complete box of pads in two days. Seriously! This is not the way to go about your monthly and remain in a sane state.

My primary doctor performs all the checks and everything looks good. When he tries to locate the fibroids, he's unable to. Rather than try to locate them and risk hurting me, he schedules me for a pelvic ultrasound. I've let him know about the issues and he says there are a couple of alternatives. One, I could have the fibroids removed (but they would mostl likely come back) and two, I could have a partial hysterectomy. This would mean that my uterus would be removed, but my ovaries would stay. No need to worry about early, onset menopause with that option and the fibroids are gone for good.  This is sounding good to me.  The appointment for the ultrasound is then scheduled for Tuesday, March 12th at 1:00pm.

The day of the appointment, laying on the examination table, I experience a feeling a lot like what I experienced when I was pregnant with my girls. The lube is warmed and placed on my abdomen and the searching begins. The technician is searching and searching with only minimal luck. She then tells me that it would be more beneficial to do an internal ultrasound. Internal?!

So, she whips out this wand that looks a lot like a thick saber. Not good. She lubes it up and inserts the device. As she twists, turns and pushes, I keep praying that everything is visible and she'll hurry to get that thing outta there. After what seems like a lifetime, she completes the search and asks me to get dressed. She tells me that the results will be sent to my docotor and I'll receive further instructions from him.

Two days later, I receive a call from the doctor's office. They alert me that my fibroids are bleeding. Terrific! The nurse states that I will need to make an appointment with my OB. I hang up and proceed to make the appointment. They schedule me for Tuesday, March 19th at 9:15am. I alert my boss and make plans to come into the office late that day.

The day of the appointment, I'm nervous and eager to hear what my good doctor will have to say. I get to the registration desk for check-in and the receptionist begins to take my information. After a quick slip of my insurance card, she says,

"Oh, you're insurance changed."

"Yes."

She tells me that his office doesn't take my new insurance. What the hell?! Something about the doctor would like to be carried on that particular plan, but the insurance won't pick him up. Why didn't anyone tell me this when I made the appointment?

"It's unfortunate," she says. "They should have told you."

"Yeah, I wish they would have."

I hastily make my exit so that I can bawl in the parking lot (which I do, in between trying to call my hubby to tell him what happened). An entire week of knowing my fibroids are bleeding and now, I can't get my questions answered. I contact my insurance and they set me up with a new appointment (Tuesday, March 26th at 9:00am ). Another week to wait with the knowledge that my body is acting nutty and there's nothing I can do about it.

The great day came, yesterday. I was so apprehensive because I'd post-poned lots of "special" time with hubby, due to my fears, and I was nervous about my new doctor. Would I like him? Would he like me? Would he be as caring and kind as my original doctor?

I arrived at the office and filled out my paperwork. The reception area was very warm and inviting with beautiful stone work and lots of neutral colors (good first impression). When I get back to my room, a huge, Apple, flat screen monitor is mounted kitty-korner to the exam table. The nurse takes my information, then directs me to the screen that houses an information library. She tells me I can read about fibroids and other topics while I wait for the doctor. The first video describes the procedure my primary care physician described just weeks before.

When the doctor arrives a couple of minutes later, he chats me up and we learn a bit about each other. I was pleased! He then asks me to remove bottoms and he does his own exam (again?!). Unlike my primary physician, he's able to feel the fibroids right off. He tells me that if I were 20 something and wanted more babies, he would recommend removing just the growths. Knowing that I don't want to have any more, he informed me of the Laproscopic Hysterectomy option (the one my primary physician told me about). They will go in through my belly button making this a minimally invasive procedure.  I'll be recouperating for two weeks but can rejoin the workforce in one week at half days (which is my schedule already, and makes me happy).

The procedure is set for April 17th. I've had a conversation with my children and they are not showing any signs of being worried. My sister, however, sounds as if I'm headed to the body farm. She freaks out over everything. I let her know that I appreciated her concern but that there really was no need to worry. Her answser? "Let me worry about that." Right.

I'm hoping this process changes things on a bigger scale for me. I've had the hardest time getting my weight off and I'm always so tired. The doctor worried that I might be anemic. The blood work shows I'm not, but something is definitely going on. I think these "things" have thrown my body out of whack. I'm really, really hopeful that I'll balance out after everything is done. Then, the work I'm putting in at the gym will start to rear results.

So, that's what's been going on. Aside from this, it's been pretty quiet. Work is calm, but good. The girls will be gearing  up for Easter this weekend and are excited about the hair styles we've decided to do. For a change, "Z" will be a bit shorter with water waves. She's moving into the teen years at full speed. No more juvenile looks for her! Indy is young enough to still want lots of curls. This year, we're doing hard-curl spirals. They should both turn out really pretty. We're expecting a 65 degree day on Sunday. Yeah!

I'll be in more frequently to document this entire health issue.
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Am I Ready?

The training is complete and the lady I'm replacing will be heading off to her new job next Tuesday. I'll be on my own after four, ten hour days with her. Not sure if I feel confident enough, but I think I'm ready. The boss is very nice, experienced and devoted to his crew. The crew (the ones I've met) are hard working, loyal and diligent. Most of them work two to three other jobs, if their not in school. I give firefighters the utmost respect but even more so after learning a bit more about them.

I scheduled a physical for the first part of March. Initially, I wanted to see my OBGYN, but he doesn't have any openings until April. Yeesh! The physical is needed because it's time, but also because I'm beginning to wonder if the early parts of menopause haven't set in with me. I have hot flashes at night (primarily), with the dieting and exercise I was doing, I hardly lost any weight, my mood shifts on a dime and I'm not feeling balanced. If it's not menopause sneaking in, perhaps it's my thyroid. Either way, I'm going to have a heart-to-heart with my family practitioner. I hope he'll have good information/advice for me when I do.

We had our first dinner party in our new apartment, last night. My girlfriend, her husband and their two kids came. Hubby made chili, I made hotdogs for the kids and pecan pie for desert. It was very nice, but also very cramped. It really made me miss having a house with space to move. We were all sort of cloistered in the kitchen, living room area. The younger kids were in Indy's room and my eldest was under foot (no longer a little kid, but not quite an adult). They were here for about three hours and I really had a good time. I look forward to doing more girl nights but will opt for some sort of babysitting when I do.

My new plan was supposed to start late next week but I'm holding off until I see the doctor. I would be utterly bummed if I got going and saw no results again. I need to have this extra twenty gone from me and soon. Normally, I get going and it comes off pretty steadily. This hormonal whatever I'm dealing with needs to be resolved first.
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Thoughts Become Things

Do you believe this? I certainly do. I've seen it play out time and time again, even with the simplest of things. Sometimes, it shows up in the music I hear on the radio or some advice that someone shares with me. I've decided that I need to start emitting more positive thoughts so that I receive more positive things. It can be tricky because emotions are strong and complicated. I may be feeling pretty crappy and those perceptions may be sending out some serious negativity. Absolutely not what I need in my life. Where's this all coming from, you may ask? I'm in the thick of it with my hubby right now and I'm very unhappy about it. I think I totally brought it on myself by thoughts I had earlier in the week.

It's been a while since we've had an argument and things are going so smoothly. Jinxing myself is exactly what I did, at least, I believe that's what happened. Now, he's off and about with his friend and I don't know when he'll be home. Yep. Totally brought this on myself.


Meanwhile, the negative energy swarmed around my house and my eldest ended up grounded. This was not a coincidence. So, what am I doing about it? My initial reaction was to write this all out so that I'll remember for next time. I'm also going to do some mediating, praying and positive thinking. Have you ever read/watched The Secret? I'm re-watching this as well for a bit of a boost. This is a life that can be full and abundant. Enough with my pity-party, onto good thoughts.



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One Fish, Two Fish....

Tonight is $1.00 night at the local swim facility in our city. My plans are to take the girls this evening as a treat/surprise. I haven't decided yet if we'll do this before or after dinner. I kind of think it would be better to pick up dinner afterwards, that way we can make the most of the time we have there. My hope is to do something similar each Wednesday, so that my youngest can get used to the water. She's had a few lessons but it's been a little while and she tends to be rather skittish. We plan to go to the ocean for our vacation this year and I want her to be as comfortable with the water as possible. I'd prefer to have two little fish instead of one.

As part of this, it's fantastic exercise and tones the body all over. I'm eager to use it as an additional means of exercise. It's great when you can get the best of both worlds.
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I'm Gonna Be a Working Girl!

Hooray! I've been offered a job! It will have been 8 months of unemployment for me, come this Friday. How weird to say and read that! Being a stay-at-home mom has been very rewarding and beneficial to both my girls and myself. It's had its stressful moments, but I can thank my calm, cool and collected hubby for getting me through the rough patches. The great news is that the new job is part-time, so I won't have to sacrifice loads of time for work and neglect my kids in the process.

I will begin working on Monday of next week and I couldn't be more pleased. Today, I started prepping myself for the earlier wake-up time, along with the kids. They will have to be dropped off and I'm truly grateful for my competent friends. Some years ago, I would have shelled out loads of money for daycare just because I couldn't rely on my so called "friends" to help me the way I needed them to. I've discovered that those who have similar parenting styles to my own are much more reliable. The neighbor who lets her kids do whatever they want is not the one I want shuttling my kids to school. Yeesh!

Something else I've been doing; working on me. I had so much stress with my last job that I really didn't take out enough time for myself. It's hard to do when your a mother. So much of your life is devoted to sacrificing. In fact, that is what I began to feel like my purpose in life was to do; sacrifice everything for everyone elses happiness. Not so. The trick will be incorporating the new things that I've learned, while still taking on a new job.

Nervousness doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling. It's been so long since I've worked. Can I go in and master things without having to reteach myself the tools of the trade? The people in the environment; are they going to be kind and welcoming or feel the need to test me? Will I be able to do everything without feeling overwhelmed? I will, at some point, need a uniform for my job. This is terrific since I haven't worked in a regular office setting in years. I told my hubby that I probably have four outfits that fit (I'm not even sure about that..) and I'll need to be in business/professional until the uniform comes. I've lived in the land of sweat and yoga pants for far too long.

My health and weight are not where I want them to be, but I'm working on it. I've been working out the entire time I've been at home; however, there hasn't been much weight lost. I feel stronger and I've got more stamina but the holidays were deadly. I'll be working on my eating a bit more in the coming weeks. Part of that is getting to the root of the issues in a completely different way. I've identified my weaknesses (I did that when I was on the HCG in 2009), but I didn't deal with them completely. The major stress that came about just pushed me into a spiral of weight gain.  I'm coming from a different place now and I'm very optimistic about how I'll handle each of those stressful times when they arise. It's a battle I plan to win.

Finally, I'm planning my 20 year vacation celebration with my best friend. It's so exciting! When she came out to visit last September, we narrowed down the location and dates. I called her today and we talked about some of the places where we'd like to stay. The trip isn't until September and we commented on how hard it's going to be to wait until nearly the end of the year to go. By the time we do, I know I'll be in need of some sandy beaches. I'm also hopeful that I'll be fit enough to brave my monokini again...and with even more pride than the last time.

Philosphy: Sweet Nectar & Sandalwood body Lotion
The winter months are murder on my hands! I found a lotion that I simply adore and it keeps the ash at bay. Sadly, it is no longer available (unless you get lucky enough to find it on discount somewhere or on eBay). We bought our bottles for $6.99 at Ulta, marked down from twenty-four.