From Flab to Fab!

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Writing it down

So you think there is a quick fix when it comes to weight loss? I’m sorry to tell you, first you need to define your flab and your fab for any action to work. Thought I would write myself a letter about my journey to fabulous today! For the New Year 2018 I’m going to reflect on my progress from this point and you can either bring out the champagne with me or eat some carrots as a consolation prize! I’ve had a head start and I’ve lost 2 dress sizes already, should I consider that an unfair advantage against me (haha)!

It’s started with that photo of the woman running. I saw it above the massage bed at the physio office, and it called me. I heard it. It said run with me. One day later, I’ll answer her by writing to me!

The Letter

Dear Self,

I’m defining my idea of flab as the loose tire I carry around my waist. The one that falls over, but looks like its getting deflated from the work I’ve put in so far. My arms are all jiggles but I can’t do much based on my back, shoulder, and injuries to my neck and right side of my body. The cellulite and fatty deposits on my thighs look like a I’m kneading flour for bread and its lumpy. I love the way my legs from below the knees look to my cute feet so that is one less area for development! The other side which I hope will go down ( but not holding out hope ) is my super huge derriere, which is firm but more than a tad on the enormous side! So that’s it. Everything else is good!

How I see fab is more about how I feel than a dress size. I’m wearing a 16/17 now and at the end of the year fab will be a size 12! For some folks that may seem big still for me, I’m not looking to be a scarecrow. I want to be fit, but I’m also aware of my challenges and limitations. I also want to be able to walk at a moderate pace without stopping, for an hour would be great. Injury wise, five minutes is a killer presently when walking. I’m also hoping I can do an hour on the bike at a decent borderline fast pace. I’m able to do twenty minutes slow while praying so I’m on track I think. Fab for me also means I can go to the beach and be able to stand in the water for more than ten minutes without losing my balance. Lets set standing in the water on the beach for one hour. Another thing I’m weary of  writing here is I really want to be able to go down on the ground and get back up easily more than once – I will even settle for twice – can’t even go down and get up without help!  Finally my fab test for the year end health ability will be to walk  five hundred steps at the national stadium ( In my other life I could do one thousand easily). Fab sure feels like I will be ready for Seal training next year 2018! I look fantastic in clothes, so lets see me in a red swimsuit, maybe a pseudo sports illustrated photo for regular folks!

Achieving these goals won’t happen unless I’m committed to making them happen. I’ve got to eat healthy and balanced and drink lots of water. I’m also going to rely heavily on good nutritional habits which I’ve been working on for a few months. My physiotherapists are going to have to help me with the physical stuff, and I will do whatever they allow at home. Most important though will be the inner strength I will work on developing from meditation and breathing exercises.

I know I can’t afford the fancy diets and trainers, and maybe I don’t have everything I wish I had to assure my success, but Self, I can do it. I can keep a food  and activity journal, because tracking my behavior is important. Hey, I know I don’t like writing “had a piece of cheesecake today again”, but I won’t lie because you will know!  This year my goal is healing and improving my health, whatever it takes to get to fab. I need my mind  and body to work with me. I also need my heart and spirit to cheer with me as I fight off the chocolate brownies and creamy decadent treats. I’ve been a yoyo for so long, I’m ready to change my model!

I’m afraid. Yikes, I’ve written it all down and I won’t give up because I’ve said it. Lets see how I can get cracking on my healthy me!

I’m accountable to you, and I won’t let you down Self. I’m rooting for you. You can do it. It’s just you and me and the unknown people reading this promise to yourself! I love you 🙂

Best encouragement and support,

Self

Journeys require understanding upfront

When you prepare for something, its always easier if you are clear on what you’re getting into before starting. Realism has escaped many when embarking on weight loss based on the quick fixes and crazy expectations locked in the mind. Writing it down gives a clearer picture of  what is required. Think about what works for you, and write it down. As I re-read this, I feel the urge to delete, because I’m beginning to feel afraid. That voice of doubt is my first challenge. I’m human, and I can tell that voice – shut up!

This is March 2017. The next time I write myself a letter on this will be,  1 January 2018.

Are you with me on your own ‘self’ journey, please share with me and lets do this together!

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Cry…let the hero take a seat!

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Mr. Achilles and my heel!

I had to see a new doctor today for an evaluation. I’m just so tired of having to rehash  November, 2014. I’d like to forget it. Every time I think I’ve crossed that bridge, someone asks that innocent question – so tell me what happened?

Yes, big girls cry. Big men cry to. Crying children get lots of cuddles and support. Us, big folks, we try to go undercover, with the sunshades, or silly excuses.  Sometimes we get a cuddle, or that look that says, “grow some balls, you’re too big to still cry.” Avoidance may not be the solution but I’m not sure rehashing the past over and over makes any sense . Hmm, but why the tears, I wonder.

I like being considered strong, fierce, and kickass capable of fixing anything. How do you move from the flying hero zone to the flipside of a small sentence. Whatever happened to my resilience, bouncing back, more than a cat with nine lives. Hmm, I’m guessing  Mr. Achilles found my heel and took great pleasure making me sit.

Having discovered that pride is lost when one is injured and recovering, I’ve found patience with myself is in short supply, and maybe it always was. My sister describes me as capable, and always able to fix anything. Her thoughts are shared by most folks I’ve interacted with throughout my lifetime to date. I’m simply trying to fix me, and yes, patience has also asked me to sit next to the hero.

This time spent on the recovery journey has unearthed emotions which I preferred not to acknowledge. I never thought much about courage, kindness, faith, fear, grace to name a few. Believing anything was possible, and making it happen was my mantra. I can help my family, my children, and maybe even have a positive impact on those around me if I excelled. I’m beginning to realize maybe there was a lot of ‘Eros holding the world’ from Greek mythology  in my ego.

The Doctor’s office

As the tears rushed, I tried to contain them, but they could not hide. I tried a bravado excuse of a response, with a hasty rush of words proclaiming I’m doing well. Did not seem like the good specialist was buying what I wanted to sell. Any thoughts of a rejuvenated sales like approach failed fast as he did the mobility and other range exercises. Very sorry to say, my body refused to fulfill my bluffing abilities. I was left with the reality, and thankfully he did not look at me with pity.

Home at the computer

I’m okay. Really, I just wish to become so strong  Mr Achilles cannot have the power to make me sit. Sounds vain. I’m imperfect. I still want to make those ninja moves and put on my best suited armor. I will get there. Physical, mental and overall health are my priorities  for me. Its no fun being benched, but I’m using it to be a better improved me.

Maybe this should’ve been called feedback to self, but Mr. Achilles  Heel made me sit!

(*These are thoughts written Feb, 2017)

The decision to share this was not automatic, but I think its necessary for everyone to know its okay to have vulnerable times. Its important to understand who we are. Our strengths and weaknesses give us the balance to feel on our life’s journey. None are perfect, but we should try to be our best for ourselves. Sitting still has been a major accomplishment for me. There is great strength to tap into when we leave the world to rest and recover.

I hope my sharing has in some way resonated with you, and your own life journey. Thank you for reading and sharing.

D-wordslayer

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Another Milestone…

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To all my readers and followers…
I’ve been off  for a while. Had not written, and though I tried to keep up with my reading, the challenges seemed to block even the thing I love so very much – writing and sharing with my global audience.
I have quite a bit to publish over the next month. Seems I’m slower than usual, but this ‘wordslayer ‘is a fighter, a warrior, and I will keep pressing forward!

It’s been a long four weeks.

Time has passed and so too the challenges which came during the time. Challenges come into our lives to prove us, and not to harm us. Yes, there are moments when it seems the climb up the mountain of life is steep, but looking back it was quite flat – it was the perception of my capabilities which needed to be changed. Change does not come from simply saying positive things – but that is a start. It comes from every action taken, moving closer to the challenge and away from the fear.

Today, I pray that we can all heed the call of the challenge, because the reward is the strength gained from that opportunity!

Be blessed and encouraged…


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PTSD – In Absentia

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I still don’t understand PTSD fully.  What I do understand is the feeling which sometimes creeps up. It makes the world seem different for a while. It can be like seeing reality in a different way. During awareness it can be hostile. It’s easy to give up control if unaware or absent when time shifts.

Breathing helps, and writing. Keeping calm and focused is not as easy as it can seem.

PTSD in absentia

Breathe out..exhale
Go slowly, wait
Think less…pray more
There is no freedom…in your sorrow
Breathe in…wait
Running fast will take you no where
If you think, you can dream
I want you to think, who you can be

Breathe in…exhale slow
The world is not the one you know
Let it out, the misery
Breathe in…your life is free
Moving fast will not take you there
Go slowly, you have no fear

Breathe in..exhale slowly
Let the rhythm feel your heartbeat moving
Take all the time you need
Don’t shoulder the world
Just let it be

Breathe out, exhale again
Your destiny is your best friend
Breathe in, breathe out again
Let the air move you
Beyond thoughts of ‘when’.

 

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder can happen to anyone. It does not discriminate. If you have gone through a traumatic experience in your life and finding your ‘way out’ seems difficult seek help from a ‘Trauma Professional’ or Psychiatrist / Mental Health Professional. Some of the symptoms of PTSD are;

  • Recurring nightmares and dreams of the event and flashbacks sometimes quite frequently.
  • Hyper emotional reactions to everyday things / situations.
  • Anxiety
  • Avoidance of the event/situation – hoping it will go away or not exist
  • Thoughts of suicide and abandonment
  • Constant negative thoughts about life and general experiences.
  • Depression and mood-swings

PTSD is treatable. You may have all of the above or just a couple symptoms, but its best to be proactive. Seek help if you or someone you know is experiencing challenges coping with life after something traumatic.

I’m not a professional in this area but have been diagnosed with PTSD after being knocked over by a car at work just over a year ago.

**It does not go away, if you are not aware it exists in your life.

Thank you for reading and engaging. Let’s discuss and share to make this world a better place!

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DWordslayer

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Reflections-The Faith to Endure

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Faith

Whatever your beliefs or religious persuasion, there must be something which moves you to feel that joy and hope in the midst of challenges and sadness. I believe in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I believe and put my trust in him, through all circumstances and events I have gone through.  

My second son Aaron, had just turned sixteen and was diagnosed with multiple scoliosis – curvature of the spine. I was devastated, but he had to have surgery very soon. He went in for surgery, and it was successful – the spinal surgery. However,something happened to his internal organs and after a couple days they would not wake up. His intestine was perforated and he was dying – slowly being poisoned. They were unsure he could survive a second major surgery at the time. He did. His faith and trust in the Lord pulled him through that surgery, together with the unexpected miracle of a visiting specialist in that field from the UK – who happened to be on call. I prayed so hard, and I believed even when – after the second surgery he was not recovering as expected. He was due to have a third surgery with even less expectation of survival, and on that last day – his body finally showed signs of healing. My prayers were answered, as were his own.He spent eighteen days in the hospital, when initially we were prepared for 4 days.

During his time of recovery in his hospital room, I recall a day he looked at me and said faintly, “Mom, I just want to feel the air, can you open the window so I can feel the air, please”. The request was barely a whisper, he could hardly talk.He was hooked up to many monitors and tubes. I lifted the window and he stretched out a hand to it, as best he could. He was quite frail. Then he looked at me and said, “thanks mom I love you, you can have my Cadbury chocolate.” That was significant, because he said he was keeping that chocolate for when he went home. As I turned from him I said, “I will be back soon son.” My eyes were filled with tears I did not want him to see. My whole heart and world screamed out that this situation was bigger than me.As I stood outside his room trying to compose myself, his heart/pulse monitor made a sound, similar to those in the movies when someone dies. My heart stopped beating and I rushed in. I breathed out. Exhaling more, as I checked and he was alive. The nurses came to check before I could call them. They advised something malfunctioned.

It was simply too much to hold in. I left when he was settled. I needed the air. I needed the sun. I needed my son to be okay. 

My church was close-by and I went to see my pastor. I recall asking him if my faith and belief in Jesus Christ was failing me because I felt like I was losing my son. I had been holding back the gates to overwhelming tears, and I cried. For the first time in fifteen days which he was hospitalized I cried. My pastor reminded me that I was a mother first and foremost and my faith had nothing to do with the love and emotion I was feeling.

Jesus wept. The shortest verse in the bible is those two words. He wept when he went to see Lazarus his friend who had died. It is beautiful that scripture in the bible –John Chapter 11

Reflection

Its twelve years later and I can look back and see what I came through. We all came through. I had taken my mortgage to buy my home the year before his surgeries, and one year later to pay his medical bills, I had to refinance that mortgage. Things were hard. It was tough, but my son lived. There are many stories of my faith and his faith during the experience. We are blessed more than we know sometimes. In going through that time, I was able to face the next challenge life blew my way.

Whatever happens in life having faith and acting on that can be a miracle. What is endurance in living? It is a belief and faith which helps us endure our challenges and adversities to the point of accomplishment.

Walk in Faith – Be inspired!

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