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

 

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!

Image via Creative Commons
 

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.

 

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.

 

 

An open letter to all of my blogging and writing friends out there…

 

Courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons

 

Who do you write for?

The great question.  One which every blogger asks him/herself from time to time, I’m sure.

If you’re fortunate enough to have an audience who loves your voice enough that it doesn’t matter what you say, you’ve hit paydirt and good for you.

Otherwise? Who are you really writing for?

As I told you in the past, I’ve been spending less time here because I’m working on a book.  I’m also lucky enough to be working on a freelance job which takes up quite a bit of my time.

Because I need to write.

Be it here or in a Word document or as a ghostwriter talking about all sorts of random nonsense I would never have known anything about otherwise.

I might not always be saying what I want to say, but the stuff I have to write keeps me sharp for the stuff I want to write.  Either way, I know I’m blessed to be writing at all.

And even if I never get paid to do it again, I’ll still write.  Because it’s one of the few constant compulsions which has spanned the breadth of my life.  It wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t supposed to be there.

Same goes for you.

The guiding force in our universe didn’t give you a way with words, my beautiful friend, if you weren’t intended to use that gift.

And it’s likely that you feel the need to use this talent.  Because it’s inside you, wanting to get out.  That’s the whole point.  Your job on this planet is to express this gift for the good of others.

And there are others.  No matter your message, no matter your story, if there is one other person who can relate…your job is done.

But you’re never finished.  Because there are more stories inside you – a whole wealth of them, waiting to float gracefully or perhaps struggle to the surface.

And there will be other people out there, waiting to hear your voice even if neither of you knows it yet.

And if no one ever reads it but your family and friends, you’ll still be the winner in the end.  Because one more person in the world made use of their talents instead of keeping them hidden away, and that kind of energy heals the world in time.

So do the world a favor.  Write.  Be it on your blog, in a bestselling book, in a journal.

Share your beautiful self, even if it’s not all beautiful.  Because even though we’re all so different, at heart we’re fundamentally the same.  We all get scared, we all feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes, we all feel goofy or horrible or funny or clever.

Let it out, and remind someone else that they’re not alone after all.

Get it all out there.  Let writing be your therapy.  Let it heal you.

Let it fire you up and give you a reason to bounce out of bed in the morning and a reason to smile with self-satisfaction when your head hits the pillow.  So many people never get the chance to feel that way – don’t let your chance pass you by.

Just write.  For you.  Because you need to.

I’m sharing this with the lovely Shell at Things I Can’t Say – because don’t we all need to pour our hearts out from time to time?

 

I sortakindanotreallybutsorta announced this on Twitter…what was it, last week? I think it was last week at some point.  The days tend to blur together when I’m sick.

(Also, can I take a moment and send a tip of the hat to Twitter and the fact that I miss being there so much but at the same time find myself much more productive without it?)

Anyway, I sortakinda made it a point to mention that I’ve lost 50 pounds.  But I framed it in the context of the fact that I.absolutely.cannot.wait. to buy new clothes for the fall.  Because I really can’t wait.  Seriously, check out my Pinterest style board if you think I’m kidding.

To answer any questions which may have you raising your eyebrows:

Yes.  A lot of this weight loss has to do with illness.  But not all of it.  I mean, it’s not hard to gain weight back after you’ve been sick.  I managed to maintain my original loss over the course of the past 7 or so months and have lost since then.

No.  This is not where I want to end up.  I have at least 50 pounds to go before I reach the highest end of my “healthy” range.  But it’s a nice start, right?

It’s nice to feel smaller.  Today I wrapped my towel around myself after my shower and you know what? It closed all the way down.  I can cross my legs in the car or on the train.

Sometimes I have to remind myself to cool my jets.  Like, I’m not skinny.  And I don’t want to be.  I don’t think I even have the frame to carry “skinny” well.  I’m broad and wide.

I’d rather be Sophia Loren, if given my druthers.

 

Yeah. I'll take that.

via Creative Commons

 

I keep saying to myself that I can’t wait to eat again.  Because eating is a challenge when I’m coming off a bad flare.  This morning, for instance, I ate half a muffin and felt like I was going to be sick.  The other half still sits here, on my desk.

Anyone want a vegan muffin top?

But you know something? The idea of being able to ever again eat with abandon scares me.

I scare me.

I’ve been doing a lot of work, most intensively over the past six months, on compulsive eating.  How the ego plays such a huge part in the whole mess of addiction, the stories the ego feeds us which keep us in the same old patterns of victimization.

I know my issues.  I’m working through them.  And writing through them.  30k words and counting.

I do love eating healthy food.  I’ve been embroiled in a tawdry affair with quinoa for some time now.  I wish I could grow avocados because it would save a lot of money.  I love juicing and making green smoothies.

But I’m still afraid.

Because I have gained it back in the past.  I’m currently smaller than I’ve ever been in my adult life, but I’m not much smaller than I was around five years ago.

So it’s scary.  Because I don’t want to go back there.

And I want to continue this love affair with good food.  Because if there’s one blessing I can take from this horrible, ugly illness it’s the new relationship with nutrition which I’ve been forced into.  And I want to share it with y’all!

I love the gentle understanding my body and I are coming to.  Sometimes it’s one step forward, two back…but it’s progress.  Before I got sick…again…I was doing some easy yoga in the mornings and stretching in the evenings.  To connect with myself and be good to myself.  Not to lose weight.

I’m trying to learn to like myself.  I also need to learn to trust myself…

…as I put together my dream closet via Pinterest.

Have you ever gone through a big weight loss? How did you handle it?

 

I bought myself flowers today.

Just because.

Because they’re pretty and I could use a little prettiness at my desk.

Because I’m feeling good today and want to commemorate.

First I second-guessed.  We’re closed tomorrow and what if they’re wilted and dead when I come in on Thursday?

So what? They’re going to die anyway.  At least I can enjoy them today.

And I am.  I’m enjoying them.

It’s the little thrill of doing something just for me.

“Ooh, are they from your hubby?” I’m asked.  When I say that they’re to me from me I see widening eyes…but once that brief moment of surprise has passed, I see appreciation.

“I just might do that myself!” is the response.

She should.  We all should.

When’s the last time you did something just for you? What was it?

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