Some fun facts about me, in no particular order:

I have scars up and down both shins which I earned when I fell down my parents’ back steps. Twice.

I have sprained my wrists more times than I can count, after falling while trying to roller skate. Eventually I gave up on the rollerskating thing. It was for the best.

I like to cook. In related news, I have scars all over my hands and wrists from burns and cuts. My favorite are the two on my knuckles from where they touched the oven rack.

I have rolled my ankle and fallen in public more times than I can possibly count. This includes my worst day ever, the story of which still makes my mom laugh until she cries.

 

It’s in light of all these facts and many more that I’ve taken such a liking to Jennifer Lawrence. It looks like I’m not the only one – my Twitter feed went berserk during and after her red carpet interviews, and on Monday you couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting an article, blog post or status update applauding her and her lack of pretension.

She’s definitely a breath of fresh air.

And it’s not just because Hollywood is so full of what seems to be false earnestness (*cough Anne Hathaway cough*). I think it’s because we all need to see people who remind us of ourselves in the spotlight for once.

And maybe we all wish we could be as fully and truly ourselves as she appears to be. That’s the beauty of authenticity.

 

Authenticity, transparency – these are hot words for bloggers and just about anyone who presents his- or herself publicly. After all, no one wants to feel like they’re the only one who has verbal diarrhea from time to time or who doesn’t like to wear heels while walking down the street because they’re afraid of falling. Okay, maybe that’s just me.

Is this why we gravitate towards people who are open, honest, vulnerable, flawed?

Do we wish we could wrap our arms around them? Do we wish we could be more like them? Both?

We need more people like Jennifer Lawrence in the spotlight. We need more people like her in our daily lives. We need to remember that it’s okay to be imperfect.

And we need to understand that even though she’s beautiful and talented, the reason she’s captured so many hearts is because she’s so real. That’s a lesson we should all internalize and do our best to emulate.

For ourselves, and for those who look to us for inspiration whether we know it or not.

 

I’ve had a lot of trouble just being me in the past. I guess when you’re bullied you learn to suppress the version of you which isn’t up to snuff.

The worst part is, I get so flustered around others I end up double and triple guessing myself, which only makes me more awkward and clumsy. And not in a refreshing way.

Maybe it’s time to let go of that mess…be myself, warts and all…and let the cards fall where they will.

 

Have you ever had a problem being the most authentic version of you? Do you have a funny or embarrassing story you’d like to share in order to make me feel better about my spaz self?

Sharing this post with Shell at Things I Can’t Say

 

Dreams. We all have ‘em.

If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent a lot of time second-guessing them. You may have put your dreams in a box for one reason or another, either lovingly “for later” or angrily because you didn’t feel as though they could come true.

You may store this box o’ dreams under your bed, where it’s always right there waiting for you. Or maybe it’s on the tippy top shelf of your closet behind a bunch of junk. Better to not remind yourself of what could have been “if only”.

It’s time to take the box out from wherever you hid it, dust it off, and revisit what’s inside.

 

In my case, that box holds a lot of stale old dreams. Dreams which, had I struck while the iron was hot, may have panned out.

There are many, though, which still have some life left in them.

 

Am I the only one who has found herself too timid to stake a claim in her own life? Who has shied away from stating, loud and proud, “I AM”?

 

There are many reasons why I did this. Well-meaning but ill-advised adults who shot down my dreams without even knowing it. Playground bullies who taught me to stay quiet, to not attract too much attention or else risk being laughed at.

I absorbed and internalized the silent messages passed along from the grown-ups in my life who showed me that life is hard work, that dreams are nice but not realistic. And that’s okay! They were only acting out of what they knew to be true for them.

 

But it’s time to move past that and live what’s true for ME. And if my story sounds anything like yours, it’s time for you to do the same.

 

Over the weekend I sent out a tweet: Sometimes taking the first step is all you need. Others will propel you along after that. 

See, I finally decided to start a newsletter in which I’ll be continuing the #HonorMyself posts, rather than featuring them here. So I put up that opt-in form which you’ll notice over there in the right sidebar. See it?

Why did I do this? Because I want to continue the discussion, to share the inspiration and motivation with others, but I want to keep it separate from the rest of my blog.

You know what happened? People started signing up.

 

Crap! Now I actually have to create a newsletter because I said I was going to and people took my word for it!

 

It’s like the universe said “FINALLY!”. If you put up the opt-in form, they will come. Well, Rob put it up for me. And here they come.

 

I’m finally honoring my dreams, y’all. And I want you along for the ride.

And while you’re at it – honor your own dreams. Start today. Dust off that box o’ dreams and take a look inside.

 

What’s in there? What do you intend to do about it? I want to hear from you!

Starting next week, my #HonorMyself posts won’t be here. They’ll be delivered in newsletter form instead. Along with those posts will come vlog entries and conversation (as soon as I learn how to edit video because I am just that unsophisticated).

If you want to continue getting weekly reminders of how you need to honor YOU, be sure to sign up! And don’t forget to confirm your opt-in via the email you’ll receive when you first sign up – I’ve noticed a few people never confirmed, and that’s a bummer.

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Let’s talk about fat hate, especially the stuff going on last week.

First it was the hoopla over Chris Christie’s girth, which has been a running gag since he first hit the public eye but seemed to reach a fever pitch last week, between his appearance on Letterman (God bless his donut eating heart) and the comments made by that former White House doctor which resulted in a characteristic smackdown.

At the end of the week I then saw reports of Rex Reed’s insulting remarks about Melissa McCarthy’s weight in his review of Identify Thief.

“What’s with all the fat hate lately?” Rob asked as we watched the news and saw this story.

And it did seem like we’d reached the saturation point after the week’s events. But I knew, just like he does, that fat hate is always out there. We just don’t hear about it on the news every night.

 

I think Christie would be the breath of fresh air this country needs, and if he were to run for President I’d vote for him in a heartbeat. We need a kick in the pants, and he’d deliver it.

So how many people do you think wouldn’t vote for him solely because he’s obese? Without knowing anything else about him, his policies, his political leanings?

Honestly? I think there’d be an awful lot.

And many of them would get on their sanctimonious soapbox and explain that they couldn’t see voting such an unhealthy person into office. What sort of message is this sending our children?

And yeah, I get that. Even though I believe in some cases that “health” stuff is just words.

But the rest of the anti-Christie voters? Well, I won’t quote some of the comments I’ve read about the man on the internet in the past, but “fat f*ck” ran rampant, I assure you.

 

This is for all of the nasty, narrow-minded people out there. Straight from the heart of a fat person:

You don’t need to hate me. I’ve spent more than enough time hating myself.

Do you know how difficult it is for me to love myself now? To every day remind myself that it’s okay what I’ve done in the past because today’s a new day?

Do you know the courage it must take people like Chris Christie and Melissa McCarthy to go out there into the public eye every day and face such nasty, mean-spirited criticism?

And yet they do it, because it’s in them to do so. They are living their truth and you’re probably not.

And whether or not their truth is your particular cup of tea, you can’t deny that there are more people – skinny, fat and every size in between – who aren’t brave enough to do that than there are warriors who go out and live the lives they want to live regardless of how they look or what you think of them.

Just like playground bullies are only acting out of the unworthiness they feel inside, grown-up bullies are lashing out, too. They see something lacking in themselves and so they hurt those around them.

There must be an awful lot of sad, frustrated, unloving and miserable people out there in order to spread so much hatred.

 

Yes, I’m working to improve myself and my health. Is it out of fear of disease or early death? Is is because I hate myself the way I am now?

No. It’s out of love. Because I’m worth the effort.

Rex Reed and all the other haters can continue to spread hate.

I’m choosing to spread love, and I’m starting with me.

 

What about you?

How did you honor yourself last week? How can you do it this week? Tell me about it!

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Sharing this with the lovely Shell over at Things I Can’t Say.

 

We all live. But how many of us are living intentionally?

Let’s get real.

How much of our days are spent moving mindlessly from one activity to another? Multitasking, which basically means doing a bunch of things half-assed and not actually paying full attention to anything?

Meanwhile, how many times do you find yourself saying “I’d love to do that…if I had the time”?

I’ll speak for myself.

I spend too much time trying to handle too much at once. My mind is in a million places. When I’m writing, the TV is on. When I’m focusing on my blog, I have Tweetdeck and Outlook open. While I’m doing chores I have my phone where I can see it, in case I get an email or someone tweets me.

And let’s not even get into the amount of time I spend with that phone on one side of me and my husband on the other. Which is unfair to him.

Meanwhile, I experience entire days in which don’t feel as though I’m authentically a part of anything I do. Days at a time, come to think of it.

All the while I know there is so much more I could be achieving. Because when I break down my day, on paper it appears as though I have tons of free time.

So why is my book not finished? Why can I not carve enough time out to blog more than once a week or so? Why have I never learned Italian or read the half dozen or so books clamoring for attention on my shelves or re-sized my old, pre-Wordpress photos?

I guess that’s why I was so drawn to Go Mighty’s 20 Minutes of Intention when I read about it at Farewell, Stranger. The idea of setting aside 20 minutes a day – just 20 minutes! – to live mindfully, with a sense of intention, resonated with me.

Spending 20 minutes on just one thing, though, is sort of a novel idea. I didn’t realize until I started this just how distracted I can be, how there’s always this pull toward what I should be doing when I’m doing what I want to do.

For instance, I decided to spend the past few days focusing on my meditation practice – or rather, the lack thereof. Yeah. Try calming your mind down for an entire 20 minutes when you’re not used to doing it for more than five. Clearly I need to start smaller.

You know what I’ve noticed? When you’re not using distractions such as TV and the internet as a way to fill time, time stretches.

When time isn’t being marked by the TV (Jeopardy! at 7:00, Wheel at 7:30 and so on), and instead is filled with things that matter, it seems to expand. There have been evenings when I sit down with a book after dinner, without the TV on, and I read for what feels like forever. When I look at the clock I find that it’s only been an hour.

So maybe the point is to not only live intentionally, but to eliminate distraction wherever possible. More than simply 20 minutes a day.

Still, it’s a place to start.

How can you live more intentionally? Are there any goals or dreams which need a little love? Could they benefit from 20 minutes of tending every day?

Tell me how you have been, or should be, honoring yourself. 

 

 

I need help.

Those three words. So easy to say, so difficult to muster the courage to whisper.

Is it just me? Am I the only person who feels as though I need to handle everything on my own?

It can’t be. Or else there wouldn’t be so many women (and men) who complain of feeling overwhelmed, overworked, overextended.

I need help.

For years, Rob and I have needed help at home.

I need help.

For years, I’ve gotten more and more sick.

I need help.

Every day I leave the house, afraid that this will be the day I can’t control my own body long enough to make it to a bathroom.

Every night I thank God that I made it through that day…even as I dread the next.

Every day I wish there was a way I could make people understand how desperate I feel sometimes. I wish someone could take this away from me.

Every day I worry about what is happening at home, whether things are going to be okay when I get there, wondering what sort of mood FIL will be in when he comes downstairs.

Sometimes I even dread the weekends. Which is funny seeing as how I dread the weekday mornings, too.

I need help.

I’m not sure what form that help will take. I’m not sure how anything can help.

What I know for sure is that for too long I’ve held everything inside and acted as though I had everything under control.

I don’t.

I need help.

I honor myself by acknowledging that I need help.

All I can do is announce this and take a leap, trusting those around me to step in and catch me before I hit the ground.

 

Have you ever struggled with asking for help, or do you make it a normal practice in your life? Do you feel as though everything rests on your shoulders?

How have you honored yourself in the past week? How do you plan to do so this coming week?

Don’t forget to visit me over at With Just A Bit Of Magic, where I’m sharing a crockpot recipe which has saved our hides many a weeknight. And it’s delicious, too!

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I love seeing all the veggies in those photos up there. When you start trying to focus on how to include healthier foods in your daily diet, it becomes like a game after a while. How can I make this meal healthier?

Looking at it like a game > Looking at it like a chore.

 

Jackie’s comment from last Monday had me laughing at myself:

Today… I went to the gym and then finally splurged and bought myself the “good” shampoo & conditioner.

This was SO me for the longest time. Years and years. I would buy the 99 cent shampoo and conditioner as a rule (ask my husband, he’ll confirm this).

Even when I was no longer a “poor college student”, I was still certain that it made no difference if I bought cheap shampoo, so without a second thought I’d buy whatever was least expensive. I even viewed getting a haircut as an extravagance.

The issue here, as I see it, isn’t that I didn’t want to spend the money. It’s that I wore this almost as a badge of honor – you couldn’t get me to pay more than 99 cents to wash my hair. I enjoy living life on a cross, evidently.

And forget having my hair professionally colored – my grays would just have to make do with boxed color. Assuming I ever got around to coloring them, anyway. And believe me when I tell you that my grays are b-a-d.

Why did I do this? Why did I not care how I looked?

After all, I could afford a haircut for heaven’s sake. And a slightly more expensive shampoo. And coloring one’s hair, while not the most exciting experience, isn’t difficult.

I just figured it wasn’t worth spending the time and money on.

Or, rather, I wasn’t worth spending the time and money on.

This went on for years until finally, for my birthday this past year, I decided to splurge and get my hair professionally colored and cut. And anyone who’s ever had this done as opposed to home coloring and letting their split ends run amok for years at a time knows how I felt when I left that salon.

Like a new woman.

And it didn’t hurt that Rob told me repeatedly how much he liked my new ‘do.

I go back every four weeks now.

And I feel silly for having waited so long to make this change. No, it’s not cheap – but in how many other ways was I spending the same amount of money without giving it a second thought? Lattes from Starbucks, the salad bar at Whole Foods because I was too lazy to pack my own lunch, etc. Several days a week, every week.

In retrospect, I probably spent more on those extravagances than on my hair.

So like so many other shifts, this one involves deciding what’s more valuable – an extra twenty minutes a day to zone out in front of the news while I could be packing my food for the day, or feeling more presentable and attractive?

Duh.

Feeling good about ourselves shouldn’t be looked at like an extravagance, but rather an investment. So whether it’s spending money at the salon, or on slightly-more-expensive healthy foods, or spending time at the gym or going for a run, it’s a much better use of your resources. Go for it!

And if you ever feel guilty for spending these precious resources on yourself and you find yourself asking “why”, remember what they say in the commercials: Because we’re worth it.

 

Do you spend money to get your hair/nails/whatever done regularly? Or do you cringe at the expense, like I used to?

Share with me – how have you honored yourself this past week? How do you plan to do so going forward?

 

 

Change…real, lasting change…is hard. Anyone who tells you different is trying to sell you something.

Are you the type of person who gets all revved up and excited about making a change, only to fizzle out shortly thereafter? And then you wonder why things didn’t work out this time…just like last time?

Yeah. Me too.

The reason I tend to fall short time and again is because change is an every-single-day-no-excuses sort of thing. When you commit to something, be it a new exercise program or organizational plan or marriage, you literally have to work on it every single day. Forever.

Meanwhile, I’m all about putting the effort in today. Maybe even tomorrow if I feel okay. But…like…three months from now? Seriously? I’ll still be doing this?

(Except for the marriage thing. That doesn’t bother me.)

 

This is toughest when it comes to changing my thought patterns. Anyone who has ever struggled with an eating disorder, chronic illness/disease or depression knows how thoughts can be their biggest enemy.

Well I deal with, or have dealt with, all of the above. I’m an over-achiever.

It just so happens, though, that I believe our thoughts influence our entire lives.

What we focus on is what dominates our lives, not the other way around. What we resist, persists.

If we focus on negative things, if we carry bitterness or resentment or anger, that’s literally all we’ll see around us. And what we see will only reinforce our core belief that yes, life totally sucks.

We all know a person like that. That person who takes everything, from a rainy day to a long line at the grocery store, as a personal issue. Who makes sure that everyone around them knows how miserable their life is.

And, lo and behold, that is always the person bad stuff consistently happens to.

No one feels good, inspired or energetic after spending time with that person, do they?

 

The alternative, then, is to be as much the opposite as possible. Grateful, energized, plugged in to life.

And so minute by minute, thought by thought, I’m working toward change. Love. Acceptance. Energy. Abundance. All that sparkly, jazzy, amazing stuff that makes life awesome.

And to that end I’m working on the new movement I’ve dreamed up, where we encourage each other to make choices every day which nourish and benefit us. I want to spread the good feelings, the positive vibes.

 

But change is hard. When you break it down to a thought-by-thought process, it’s really hard.

I can start a day off feeling positive and loving and very saintly (well maybe not saintly)…then someone irritates me or acts like a jacka** and BAM! My thoughts become a bit more…unloving. And if I’m not careful it all snowballs and before I know it I’m a huge ball of angry.

It ain’t easy.

Still – nothing worth doing is ever easy, is it? And every new moment is a chance to get it right this time.

 

Are you working towards changing some aspect of your life? Tell me about it, and how you stay on track – or if you need a little help from time to time.

And while you’re at it, join my #HonorMyself movement! Every Monday I’ll be posting about the positive, loving choices I’ve made and plan to make for myself, and I want you to share your own ideas. Let’s spread some self-love and change the world, one choice at a time.

Sharing this with my beautiful friend Shell over at Things I Can’t Say.

 

It’s the middle of January. Do you know where your resolutions are?

You may be saying I don’t make resolutions in a smug, over-it tone of voice. If this sounds like you, congratulations.

However, maybe you’re an optimist like me. Maybe a new year feels more like a chance for a whole new life than like an opportunity to buy a new calendar.

Whether or not you make resolutions, though, I think we can all agree that it’s nice to feel as though there’s a clean slate.

I try not to make resolutions anymore. I want to instead focus on setting goals and making commitments.

And one over-arching commitment is to honor myself.

You may have seen me mentioning this a lot on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram lately. If not, you probably don’t follow me there and that’s just wrong so you should probably fix that real quick.

Whether your goals or resolutions or commitments involve your physical or mental health, your bank account or the amount of time you spend with your family and friends, it all boils down to honoring yourself. To making the best choice you can, as frequently as you can.

You know how they say that you can’t take the best care of anyone else until you care for yourself? How on an airplane, if the oxygen masks fall you should put yours on first before trying to help those around you?

There’s a reason for that.

And so, rather than telling myself “I’m going to work out five days a week so I can lose weight”, or “I’m going to juice and making smoothies every day”, I ask “How can I best honor myself today?”.

Sometimes that means juicing and breaking out the blender. Sometimes it means avoiding the junk food someone brought to work and left in the kitchen to tempt everyone else. Sometimes it means taking even as little as a half hour before bed to read a book which feeds my soul.

In other words, rather than running away from what is “bad” about me, I’m moving confidently towards my own truth and my own fulfillment.

And I want you to do the same thing. I think that if enough of us get together and spread the word on honoring ourselves in just a small way every day, we’ll all be a lot happier.

After all, in a world full of to-do’s and instant communication and sensory overload, it’s just as important to balance out the insanity by returning to one’s soul in whatever way resonates the strongest.

Once we’ve honored ourselves, then, we’re in a better position to honor others. Not just the members of our families, either, but everyone around us.

And that, my friends, is the sort of stuff that changes the world.

So let’s spread some good in 2013 and all the years that follow.

So tell me: How will you honor yourself this week? 

Then come back next Monday and tell me about it. Let’s share our ideas with each other and lift each other up. Let’s encourage each other to do the best we can, because we all deserve to give ourselves our best shot.

 

 

This is inspired by a text I sent to Rob this morning wherein I wondered if eating a Pop Tart solely in order to get something in my stomach before taking medicine was the best choice I’ve ever made…(it wasn’t, in case you were wondering).

 

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When I’m 33, I’ll make better choices.

I’ll be kinder to myself.

I’ll forgive myself and others quickly and easily.

I’ll allow myself to heal by letting go of the past.

I’ll indulge more in that which brings me joy.

I’ll learn all the things I ache to learn.

When I’m 33, it’ll be okay to be me and to do what I do.

 

When I’m 33, I’ll stop confusing “taking care of myself” with “frivolity”.

I’ll stop making excuses for not following my dreams.

I’ll stop apologizing so much.

I’ll stop saying “It’s okay” when it’s not.

I’ll have my own back for once.

When I’m 33, I’ll make myself a priority.

 

When I’m 33, I’ll be much more responsible.

I’ll pay off my debt and save more money.

I’ll only eat healthy foods.

I’ll stop working harder and start working smarter.

I’ll finish my book and get it published.

I’ll spend more time in the kitchen and less time in front of the TV.

I’ll find balance in all areas of my life.

When I’m 33 I’ll truly be a grown-up.

 

But for now I’m still 32.

So for dinner I’ll have a bowl of shells and cheese because they’re delicious.

This weekend I’ll do whatever floats my boat because “it’s my birthday weekend” and that’s a completely valid excuse.

And because I have an indulgent and wonderful husband.

And because, after all, I’m still only 32.

 

33 starts Monday.

 

Well here’s a new one from me! A vlog!

I’ve never vlogged before, and it shows. You may want to up the volume since I wasn’t trying to attract attention from the nurses.

I was admitted to the hospital once again yesterday morning. And I’m sick of being here. And sick of being sick.

So here are some thoughts on that.

Thanks as always to Shell for letting me Pour My Heart Out.

 

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