A short message for you:
A short message for you:
You and I? We’ve shared some stories together. Well, more accurately, for the most part, I’ve told you deep, dark secrets. I’ve disclosed most of my most embarrassing moments and I’ve exposed my demons. If you stop by here regularly, you know I am a flawed person with a lot of gumption. If I do say so myself.
If you are indeed that person, the one who comes by to visit, you will not be surprised to hear I’ve basically been on some sort of diet, reduction plan or weight loss shenanigans for most of my life. And here I find myself again. Don’t worry. I have no ridiculous dreams of body perfection. I’m just having some fun and getting fitter.
Today’s “Aha!” moment arrived in the form of energy. I eat a very healthy diet. Organic. Vegan days from time to time. So I really though I couldn’t be shocked by something. And truth be told, for the most part, I didn’t eat any differently yesterday than I normally do. With one exception. I ate a lot more.
This is a big deal for me. For years people have encouraged me to eat more, and that would help me lose weight. But they don’t get me. They don’t see the obesity that plagues my family. How could they know?
Again, I really don’t have unreasonable expectations with this. But what I do have is more energy. I killed my workout this morning and I feel really good.
This post may look a lot like it’s about diet and exercise and if pressed I couldn’t deny it’s sort of about that. But what I want to ask you, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, is; Are you getting enough of what you need.
Don’t look over at your neighbor and say, “Well, she doesn’t need more.” We’re not talking about her now are we? We’re talking about you. We’re talking about self care. We’re talking about what you need to feel energized and happy and excited to wake up in the morning.
I told myself if I just ate less, I would be… more. Better. More worthy. Turns out is just made me more tired. And now, though it’s likely my eating disorders and body dismorphia will likely be my friendly demons for the rest of my life, at least I can feel better while I wrestle them.
Give more of what you need to yourself. I mean it.
And if you’re in the mood, what is it exactly that you need? Tell us in a comment. Maybe we need it too!
I may have eaten too much over the holiday weekend. In fact, if you’re a betting person,
you’d wanna bet that I did, indeed, eat too much over the holiday weekend. It didn’t start out like that. I usually ease into these things and there’s a slow erosion that occurs and once we’re near the finish line, once I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, I take a nose dive into obesity.
The good news is I don’t start there. The bad news is that I visit the neighborhood at all.
Not to fear. Don’t you worry about me! It’s Monday, it’s the beginning of December and as we all know, each day, each hour, each moment is an opportunity to turn the car around. It’s a split second decision to get out of the bad neighborhood and head toward greener pastures.
Not only do I love a new beginning, I love the view along the way. And I LOVE the opportunity to do something new. Which is why I’ve signed up for a fitness challenge. Right? At the beginning of the holiday season? YES!
I am… Adventure Girl! And I’m here to shake things up. I am here to experience something new and I am always, ALWAYS, looking for the next thrill. So it’s either Adventure Girl or sociopath. I prefer the former.
The sermon I am not ordained to preach, my parishioners, is that even though it’s the holiday season, and you’ve done what you do for however many years you’ve done it, there’s always time to change it. Shake it up a bit. Try something new. Dare to take a chance, dare to fail.
Me? I’m betting on myself for December. I’ll do my radio show, please won’t you tune in, and I’ll start P90x and I’ll shake things up and I’ll try new stuff that scares me and I’ll revel in the rush of unsure footing.
Come on… You know you want to try something new. Let’s rock this December. I’m betting on you too.
The first day of December! It’s a beginning and you know I love them. It is now safe to turn on the holiday music (not that I’m a Humbug, it’s that by the time January arrives I want to gauge my ears out… if, that is, I’ve been listening to Christmas music too long). It’s a festive time of year, no matter your religious affiliations. Who isn’t affected by the lights and the aromas and the well wishes of those with whom we come into contact?
My favorite part about the holidays is the opportunity to make magic. This time of year is the perfect opportunity to search for all that is beautiful and generous in mankind and play our own little part in it. And like anything else, it’s the baby steps that count. It’s the little things that end up making the biggest difference. And like everything else, the ability to feel the magic is a very specific choice. It’s all choice.
My middle children find themselves far away from home this year. Zoë and Max are thousands of miles away from family and any real support system. I worried about them for the Thanksgiving holiday as they are both my serious traditionalists. They like the very specific ways that we celebrate. They rely on the comforts of our traditions.
What I noticed as the holiday approached was that rather than hearing sad and downhearted voices when I talked with them, I heard excitement and expectation. These delightful young adults, rather than waiting for an invitation from someone else for the holiday, invited others and then went about making a home for themselves.
I would have loved to have had all my children home for Thanksgiving. That would have been my choice. But watching my children become adults, knowing they’ve learned that home is where you make it, magic is where you give it away and happiness is something you choose rather than find? That’s perhaps the greatest success our children can achieve. I couldn’t be prouder of them.
And here we find ourselves. Perhaps you’re starting out like Zoë and Max, maybe you’re well into your journey like myself or perhaps your favorite holidays have long past and you sip them carefully from a cup as you remember them fondly. However you do it, I hope you’re doing it. I hope you give magic away and I hope wherever you go you make a home for yourself and then you invite other people into it.
It is said in the bible that a great star shown the night that Jesus Christ was born. It was foretold by prophets and it shown brightly for days and for nights at His coming. I like to believe that’s true.
And it was Carl Sagan who said,
“We are made of star-stuff.
Our bodies are made of star-stuff.
There are pieces of star within us all.”
I like to believe we are all stars. All we have to do is choose to shine. And when we shine for others, that’s when we are the brightest of all.
There are pieces of star within us all. It’s important to remember that.
Welcome to the post-holiday hangover. You’re likely feeling it too. If you’re the cook, your feet are a little tired and you’re not interested in cooking for the remainder of the long weekend. If you’re the eater, and that does not preclude you from being the cook as well, there’s a sort of sheen over your tongue and though you may have been up for a few hours already, you’re not sure you ever want to eat anything ever again, unless it’s a green smoothie, and then only after copious amounts of water, and time, sweet, healing time.
I’ve never been much of a Black Friday shopper. I’m sure part of that is because for many years I have been the cook. My feet are tired. I think for a few years, when we had limited budgets and young children, my sister and I gave it our best efforts, but it just wasn’t that fulfilling for us. Maybe we just weren’t doing it right.
These days I look to extend my holiday weekend by spending time with family, eating pie from time to time and relishing the events of the Thanksgiving day feast. It was a good one this year. But I feel that way every year.
On this particular holiday weekend, my mother is in town and the two of us are going to decorate my house for Christmas. This pleases me enormously as mom loves a good project and my holiday season is brimming full already. Plus she’s better at it than I am.
For the above mentioned reason, I proclaim this day as “Feelin’ The Love Friday”. First of all, names are important, and “Black Friday” never sounds like a shopping festival to me, but a day to avoid getting the bubonic plague. May God have mercy on our souls.
Secondly, while I’m all about shopping and supporting the economy, today seems like a challenging day to do it. It feels forced like one of those holidays people believe with all their souls the greeting card companies created to boost sales, only ALL retail companies created this one…
And third, Michelle At Play is all about making our own choices. It’s about looking at the how we’re told to live our lives, choosing the parts that fit and then making the rest of it our own, personalized adventure.
Decorate your house, paint a picture, go to the movies or stay in your jammies all day and play games. It’s all your choice, and that’s the important part, the part where you choose.
I’m going to do a little bit of a lot of the above. Whatever you do today, I hope it makes you happy. I hope it feels like play, and I hope you do it on purpose.
Happy Feelin’ The Love Friday, my friends.
I like to believe I live in a place of gratitude, but the truth is that I’m just like everyone else. From time to time I get whiny. I forget how good things are, I look in the direction of lack and misuse instead of shifting my gaze just a bit until I see that I have more than I can ever use, I have more love, more support, more food and a very generous life. Really, for the most part, we all do. It’s just a matter of perspective.
It is for that reason I love all opportunities to revel in gratitude. Here is a list of ten things:
And I am grateful for you. Happy Thanksgiving, my friends.
I have some credos by which I live. This will not come as a surprise to you, as I preach them in nearly every post. I reiterate them, I dress them up and put them in stories and analogies and I push my little children out into the world to you. Because they are things I’ve learned. Because they are precious to me and because I love them and I want to share them with you.
Like I said, I usually dress them up, but this is a serious situation we have here. We’re embarking on THE HOLIDAYS! 2013! You should read that in your head as a yell. Kind of like YOLO!, only not as cliche’.
The holidays, under the best of circumstances are an opportunity to be disappointed, to find ourselves in sticky situations and embark upon safaris of self criticism and ugly comparisons. I’m going to say this straight; Don’t do it! Don’t go there. Don’t give in to the ugly demons.
It is because these are cliffs and pitfalls we each will encounter over the next few weeks, over the rest of our lives, I’m giving it to you pure. I’m giving you the juice and I’m not watering it down. Here are some of my own, personal tools, and I give them to you with love and hope for truly joyous holidays. Just keep these little babies in your pockets and hold on to them tight when things get sketchy:
Life is an imperfect art. And the holidays seem to be a time for the imperfections to shine. That’s okay. It’s really all about the expectations. When we expect imperfections and then look for the shining moments that surround them, we can be fully happy. Even during the stressful holidays. We can live the grand adventure with happy hearts, all in, no regrets.
I believe these things will all my soul and when I can find the balance enough to live them, I live in complete and unrestrained happiness. You come too.
We all have our tools. Share your best ones with the rest of us.
I am sitting here in my bedroom, typing this. My house is full of people for the holidays and I am delighted to have them here. I am excited to celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday. I am overwhelmed and a little uptight. And I don’t want to be.
I love the holidays, not in an, “I’m going into the Christmas stores on my vacations,” sort of way. But in an, “I’m looking forward to the traditions and the peaceful feelings and the time with family and friends,” type of deal. But getting that peace and enjoying those traditions are a sort of carnival act. They take smoke and mirrors sometimes. And a ton of work.
Yesterday’s post was admittedly a pep talk for myself. Today’s is much the same. These are things I would have my mentor tell me, if, indeed, I had a mentor:
It is a busy morning… in my head. I have things to do and thoughts to think and a new adventure to begin and I am positively… well… I’m not sure there’s a word for it in English. It is somewhere between terrified and exuberant. It’s in the neighborhood of scared, only if you take a left and head down the street toward hopeful, that’s closer to where you’ll find me.
And though I am headed down paths unknown to me with the debut of my radio show, really, each of us begins a new day, a new week, a new hour somewhere in that same neighborhood. And we usually judge the outcome of that hour, day, week or project fairly harshly. We find fault when we end up being human, short of perfection, long on disapproval.
Me? My plan for the morning is to take it as it comes, smile at the opportunity and call it a success because I am willing to fall. And in the willingness, in the attempt, it is possible I will learn to fly. And when push comes to shove, that’s all there is to it, to simply try and call our willingness to be vulnerable, success.
At least that’s my story for today, and I’m sticking to it. Wish me luck, but better yet, tune in. Come be a part of the game and send me happily on my way.
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