Posts tagged ‘health’

Movie Monday: Meet the Shaklee Family!

Something a little different today.  A little late, but finally successfully uploaded! We just got back from Shaklee conference!  Meet the family and get a Shaklee update.

Much love and many blessings! ❤

Truth Tuesday: The TRUTH (Health and Abundance)

TheScience of Getting RIch

“Every appearance in the visible world tends to produce a corresponding form in the mind, which observes it; and this can only be prevented by holding the thought of the TRUTH.  To look upon the appearance of disease will produce the form of disease in your own mind, and ultimately in your body, unless you hold the thought of the truth, which is that there is no disease; it is only an appearance, and the reality is health.  To look upon the appearances of poverty will produce corresponding forms in your own mind, unless you hold to the truth that there is no poverty; there is only abundance.  To think health when surrounded by the appearances of disease, or to think riches when in the midst of appearances of poverty, requires power; but he who acquires this power becomes a MASTER MIND. He can conquer fate; he can have what he wants.” — from The Science of Getting Rich by Wallace Wattles, Chapter 4, page 19

This is another incredible read.  Every day I am reading chapters 4,7, 11, and 14 of this book, as recommended by Mary Morrissey in my Quantum Leap class.  I read aloud and recorded those 4 chapters and have listened to them every day for the past few weeks.  As I begin implementing my morning routine again, I’ve made it a part of the very beginning of my day.  Every time I listen a particular part strikes me.  I’ve been thinking about the above passage a lot lately.

Especially in a time of darkness, or feeling stuck, this passage reveals a wonderful truth: My “reality” isn’t real.  If the true nature of our bodies is health, our natural state is health — then our circumstances are of our creation.  We need to believe in our natural state; we can keep our attention on our natural state of health.  The same goes for abundance.  Wattles talks about knowing you are rich, in all circumstances.  This is something I just read in Rich Dad, Poor Dad, as I blogged on Sunday.  The Rich Dad knows he is actually rich, holding that mindset even when he is struggling financially.  Do you remember those WWJD bracelets? We have sometimes asked: “What would Jesus do?”  We might also ask: “What would my rich (or abundant or healthy!) self do?”

Start noticing what you’re noticing in your day-to-day life.  Be aware of your current environment and your thoughts about it.  Start to notice what is “real.”  Start to realize what is “truth.”

Much love, much health, and much abundance to you all! ❤

Wins and Weaknesses Wednesday: My Health

This past weekend I went for a bike ride.  It was the 2nd bike ride of the year.  I was pretty happy with myself.  2 years ago I was quite the frequent rider, and before that I took quite a few biking trips, including a few times in the Door County Century, multiple trips in the Canadian Rockies, and one trip in Vancouver.  (My friend convinced me it would be easy to ride in the Canadian Rockies.  He lied.  But he got me to keep coming back!)  I even did a full “century” once!  (One time was plenty.)

What was fun for me this time and last week was that I actually wanted to ride.  That sounds silly, right?  I mean, I wanted to ride for the pure enjoyment of it.  I got to be in the outdoors and also see a lot more than if I’d only been walking.  Most times when I’d been biking in the past, it had been for a reason.  I needed exercise.  I was training. I needed to go a certain number of miles that day.  Or a number of minutes. Or I needed a route with hills. But not this time.

What also came up for me this time was how grateful I am for my health.  As I was rounding a turn, my bike wheel caught in the lip in the ground between the grass and the sidewalk.  For a brief moment I imagined myself slamming into the sidewalk.  And then the broken leg.  Cancel! Delete!  I quickly erased that thought from my head, righted my bike, and became incredibly grateful for my health.

There is a lot that I want right now, and I am pushing myself very hard.  I am listening to my training calls and Quantum Leap class, I am taking in as many tutoring students as I can fit, I am setting up classes for Early Education Enrichment, and I am scheduling Vision Workshops and meeting many people.  I am reading and listening to audios on mindset, about time management, about angels.  I’m learning about money and budgeting. I am working on knowing myself better and listening to the still small voice.  I love coaching and love my coaching clients.  I love having my own coach. I love seeing my students succeed.  I’m attending DreamBuilder Live to get more ideas for my workshops. I’m learning about the many aspects of business.  I’m networking.  I’m blogging every day.

Where I’m struggling is self-care.  I’m not eating enough.  I have not yet developed my exercise habit.  (It went out the window when I switched my attention to the new blogging habit.)  I’m not allowing myself to read much.  I’m not journaling.  I stopped meditating.  I do sometimes walk barefoot when I take the dogs out in the morning to help me get grounded, and I did find an old gift certificate and went for a mini-shopping-trip to finally get some cute (passable for narrow feet) shoes.  But I still need more play.  Some spontaneity.  Some fun.

But again, I am very, very grateful for my body.  I am seeing it more as a gift his week, as a beautiful vessel that only gets one life.  I am grateful for everything that it does for me, and I resolve to love it and nurture it from now on.

Much love and many blessings to you all. ❤

Write Every Day

Image courtesy of Paul / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of Paul / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

In a recent conversation with Cindy, my life coach, I talked about how badly I wanted to be in the outdoors in whatever profession I take on next.  I felt like I desperately needed the sunshine and fresh air.  She asked if I’ve been getting any of that in the evenings, and I acknowledged I hadn’t.  She suggested that might be part of the problem.  I realized it’s the same with my writing.  I am upset because I’m too busy to write, but I know I have time for it.  If I have time for Facebook, if I have time for doing my hair — or general lolly-gagging — I have some precious moments for writing.  Do I believe I’m a writer?  As my metaphysics teacher Golbahar reminded me — you gotta fake it ’til you make it.

Tying this together, I need to make time to write, having purpose with my time — and even if I don’t believe I’m a writer —  fake it until I finally do.  It’s the Law of Believing and Knowing, and I’m still in infancy with this one.  I think I believe I’m a writer.  I intend to know it.

And thus my plan to write every day.  Even if it’s a sentence.  I have a book with 2 daily writing prompts, and I intend to at least peek at that every day.  And I’d really like to blog every day, or at least every other day.  Brian suggested that I have a theme for certain days.  So far, I’m thinking:

Metaphysics Monday

Dreamy Wednesday

Free Space Friday

And the weekends could be related to health/general life stuff.

More writing to follow! 🙂

 

“Withering Away”: A Lesson In Being Comfortable with the Physical Self

Image courtesy of ponsulak / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of ponsulak / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

I’ve become more sensitive to comments about my weight lately.  I’ve been reflecting on it because I can’t decide if the comments are a bit stronger lately or if I’m just more sensitive to them now because I’m insecure about my body.  Many people have commented that I have lost weight.  That is a fact, and I think that’s why that isolated comment doesn’t affect me.   But I’ve gotten some other comments, too.  One person told me I was “withering away”.  Someone else called me a “bean pole.”  Another person asked if I was sick and  hoped I would have some meat.   I have noticed that it’s just a few people, though, so I question if I’m overreacting.

So, I have lost a lot of weight.  You’d think that would be great, but I’ve never had any intention of losing any.   I’ve been perfectly happy with my weight; it’s stayed static since high school (except for junior year in college when I got a belated “freshman 15”).  I mean, sure, I’ll go up 10 pounds or go down a few pounds, but I’ve always hovered around the same number.  I used to be a teacher, and I’d always lose weight during the school year from stress and on-the-go breakfasts and lunches.  Then, in the lazy summer I’d get it back again.

Ever since I’ve started working at a warehouse, though, I’ve lost even more weight.  It may have been aided by my vegetarianism, but I doubt it — that was a half a year before I noticed any real change.  I was concerned for a while, though.  My weight was even less than I’d been in high school, and I thought I could see more of my ribs.  My pants were falling down; my shirts were looking sloppy.  Standing in my regular clothes and looking in the mirror, it looked like I was shrinking.  I was also pretty hungry a lot.  So, I began to worry that maybe I wasn’t taking care of myself.

But then I came to accept myself and realized I was fine.  I have a very active job — a lot of walking, lifting, and pushing —  and I satisfy my hunger by snacking more throughout the workday and preparing sturdier lunches.  I’ve noticed that my back legs have become solid muscle, and I can actually see my abs (although I think they’ve retreated again after 2 weeks off and a ridiculous amount of Christmas goodies!)  Also, my weight has been stable for a while.  It has stopped dropping and has even gone up some.  Most importantly, I’ve been getting protein and vitamins, I’ve never felt a drop in energy, my coloring has been good, I haven’t gotten sick, I’ve had a healthy appetite, and I’m stronger than ever.  (Can someone who is unhealthy bike 100 miles in one day??)

So, the important thing is that I feel secure in myself.  Before this year, people would call me thin and skinny, and I would laugh it off, knowing my body was fine.  But I would like to share that it can hurt be be judged as “underweight,” just as it’s hurtful to be judged “overweight.”  I know that I myself can learn from this lesson, and I intend to.

Dreams, Scenes, and “If I Had 66 Million Dollars”

"Hand Holds Dollars" courtesy of Sujin Jetkasettakorn / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

“Hand Holds Dollars” courtesy of Sujin Jetkasettakorn / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Dreams

I had a few disturbing dreams early this morning.  People talk about “waking up on the wrong side of the bed,” and that could mean waking up at a weird point in one’s sleep cycle or just having whack-a-doodle dreams like the ones I sometimes have, leaving me with one of those sour “What the heck was that?” aftertastes.  In one dream my friend was criticizing things I had been doing or saying, and I completely flipped out on her, telling her she was entirely too sensitive.  Then I had a dream that I was out at some restaurant/food court/YMCA?  place, and I had left my purse by my table (maybe to check out the pool?), and unfortunately, everyone else had gotten up, too, and as I headed back, I spotted a woman going through my purse.  She ran off before I got to her, and I frantically checked through everything, but nothing seemed to be missing.

Scenes

I got to see the most gorgeous room today.  No, it didn’t have fabulous decor, and it wasn’t huge and spacious.  It was the upper floor of my local library branch, and it was wonderful.  It was LIT; light was everywhere. Not only were there many overhead lights in the room (white walls, too), but the room was full of windows looking out on the various ceiling lights of the level below.  It was daytime at 8:00 at night.

So, now I have officially decided that my house feels like a black hole because it is.  Of course, not literally, but it lacks light.  If we get any sun on any given day, I run around the house, yanking the shades up from every window, and I can feel my mood begin to lift.  I think we need a light fixture in the middle of our living room.  Or else 10 more lamps.

66 Million Dollars

I’d never played the lottery before, but when I was pumping gas and saw the total for the Mega Millions was 66 million, — my magic number — I decided to go for it.  Of course, I didn’t win — didn’t match even one ball —  which is why I’m writing this portion of today’s blog instead of packing for Hawaii.  But it’s good to know that I have set plans, should the fortunate event come to pass.

Said plan: after we accounted for taxes, etc, Brian would help me figure out how much we could put away/invest so that we would be set for life (including travel desires and workshop/classes, etc).  We would quickly move to Hawaii or California — Hawaii to study with my favorite shaman Serge King, or California to be close to my uncle and Deepak Chopra.  (Or volcanoes vs. earthquakes, or beautiful scenery and weather vs. beautiful scenery and weather.)  We would then make sure our parents and grandparents were completely set up and help out our friends and family, considering need.  With the rest, we would donate it to Rolling Jubilee and the Gerson Institute and invest in Prosper or the like.

And then we would live out our days on our huge ranch with our humongous organic garden, our various fruit trees, our free range chickens, and as many homeless cats and dogs that we could comfortably fit in our house.  Brian would have his Shaklee; I would be a blissful disciple of healing — afterwards, practitioner — traveling the world and sharing my new found knowledge and ability, eternally happy until the end of our days.

Day 9.5 up to 10: Final Day/s to Happiness

"Girl Showing Thumbs Up" courtesy of photostock / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

“Girl Showing Thumbs Up” courtesy of photostock / FreeDigitalPhotos.net 

Of course this is not the last day I intend to be happy.  But this is the sort of end of my “spring break”, and tomorrow I will move on to other topics, with the occasional updates throughout.

Random semi-related thought: I’m really intrigued by the variety of “like”s from this week (because yes, I do sometimes obsess about these things):

Intro: 5 Pieces of Happiness:15       Days 1 & 2: 10     Day 3: 10     Day 4: 9     Day 5: 10     Days 6 & 7: 13     Days 8 and 8.5: 2

So. . . naturally I’m curious about the most recent day.  I think it’s likely that it was too long to read or that people are ready for me to move on.  Or people have places to go, people to see, other blogs to read etc.

Moving on. . .

1. My health took a hit with the two parties I had this week.  I overindulged in many delicious sweets, and I paid for it, especially today.  The overeating and sugar explosion resulted in a very cranky, depressed Teri who still has not completely recovered, though faring much better.  Sleep has still been fine, and exercise has been great.  Yesterday I took Bowser for a walk.  Today I biked 14 miles, and after the party I took Bowser for a mile walk.

2. I am having a lot of technological drama this weekend.  I’m trying not to dwell on it too much because I know I’m only attracting more to myself that way.  I finally completed my first vlog, but I’m still struggling to upload it to letsvlog.com.  Brian helped me with conversion — first getting it to be the right size, and then the right file format — and now I’m still trying to get the site to accept it.  As of this moment, I have just deleted the video (that the site was still “converting”), and am attempting to upload again.  I must admit these difficulties have lessened my excitement with this new venture.  But I do think I’m video-genic, so worse comes to worse, I may try youtube next.  I’d really like to start with the smaller vlog community, though, before I open myself up to the whole world.

3. People.  Ah, people.  I was completely awkward at the party last night.  Full blown introvertedness, though I tried to fight it/hide it.  It was a great party with a lot of people, but I was feeling extremely self-conscious and unsure of myself with all the new people, and my uncomfortablesness came to an unpleasant climax when I lived out one of my most awkward/drawn out goodbye — Brian confirmed it even made him uncomfortable.  Maybe I need to just give a blunt “Bye” and spin right around from now on because I think I’ve gone way out to the opposite extreme now.  The party today was fine.  It was family.  I was a little uneasy with the one new person there, but I got over it fairly quickly until the ladies began talking about engagement rings.  I think I masked my uneasiness well, but I didn’t even know what I was supposed to think and feel.  The thing is, though a part of me wants the traditional things, like a ring, another part of me thinks it goes against everything I am.  I don’t wear a lot of jewelry and would never want to spend that much money on any one item, and I certainly wouldn’t want to insist that Brian shell out so much for me.  Finally, I abhor the notion that my future decisions and happiness depend entirely on my partner.  (Why should deciding to get married be just the guy’s job?)   But I could go on and on about that sort of thing.  So, I’m moving on again.

4. This is still good.  Being present.  No, I’m not in a perfect state of awareness all the time, but I’m a lot more aware than I used to be.  And I have moments of meditative bliss.  Today I found the perfect tree to hug on my walk — the tree was actually leaning in as if about to give a hug! — and wrapping my arms around the massive trunk felt fantastic.  Bowser was really patient about the whole thing, too, even when I went to hug a second tree.  The trees are still more alive; the birds are alive.  I’m more in touch with myself.  Unfortunately, that means I’m also in touch with my inner unpleasant feelings, like the dread of going back to work, and my nervous emotional reactions to people and situations.  And speaking of touch, I’ve become much more observant of how often I touch my skin, especially my face.  I think it’s mainly a nervous thing, and I’ve noticed that I’m doing it a lot more now, as my break comes to an end.  I’m wondering if my skin issues are correlated to the amount of contact I have with my skin.  I still think stress is a factor, too.

5.  I don’t have much to say for this last one.  Just that I’m ready for a change and want a simpler life.  I’m willing to work hard; I just want to be able to play hard, too.  I admit that I miss my regular work routine, and I’m ready to return to work, if only for that part.  I keep trying to calm my nervous stomach and tell it that from now on I will not be as stressed, but my body doesn’t want to believe me yet.  It may take time.

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