Mindfulness Story

My story: Which side do you want to hear? The side that makes me look like a champ?

The side that makes me look like a spoiled rotten brat?

The side that makes me look like I pushed through adversity, or the side that makes me look like I created a whole lot of shit for myself?

How about the days I feel confident and I’m ready to take over the world…or the days that I run to bury my head?  I have many of each….and depending on how I’m feeling will be the deciding factor of which story I share.

Mindfulness Story: I strive to live and be in the moment, the shitty thing is….my memory is so bad I don’t always remember it later on.  But in the moment…I’m connected to so many things that sometimes I can’t put words to them. Some people call that spirituality…and I do to some days. Other days, I call it dyslexia…it’s hard to put words to things…so I feel them. So all of this is based on how I feel….good luck, I hope you survive my story! 

Earlier This Week: Tomorrow, I’m presenting on mindfulness to help prevent burnout.  I have all sorts of ideas to introduce it. Like right now its 2:45am, so really later today I’m doing a mindfulness presentation.  I’m thinking about how we drive mindlessly on auto pilot and end up at our destination not always sure how we got there. How we are thinking about everything that has already happened and how we could have changed it.  And, if we are not thinking about our past we are often worrying about the future. But whose living right now in the moment?  When we go to sleep at night we are kept awake by our to do list or our worries. I often lay in the house without anything on and process my thoughts. Then I go to sleep and begin the process in my dreams. You know the type where you’re dreaming about peeing and you wake up knowing you have to pee; it’s like that except I’m dreaming about the characters in my life that I’m anticipating seeing.  That shit is exhausting, it’s like having to go through your day twice. Some times more because I’ve read your supposed to visualize and practice things. Hard conversations that I’m anxious about end up taking over my night before, my dream, and the time leading up…so you’re probably wondering, what the hell do I know about living in the moment then. Remember, I asked which story you wanted.  We can twist it however we want. Here’s my other side….

I learned hypnosis for a study in 2000. I used it to work on my own anxiety…you know…the “what if’s”.  I became a social worker and learned how to talk to myself.

While we’re talking about talking to ourselves…I am so in tuned to my self talk!  One night I had a full conversation about it.  My thoughts were so loud in my head, I started to wonder if they were always that loud, and do I annunciate this well in my head all of the time. Then I loudly thought…do I usually visualize my thoughts because I have never noticed them being that loud.  Then I stopped trying to think to try to quiet my mind so I can observe how my next thoughts or pictures came to me. Now, that was a long night!

Back to my other side. So in the end, I learned how to identify my self-defeating thoughts. These are the thoughts that may not be based in facts or fortune-telling thoughts (see other common thinking errors).  I learned how to reframe or challenge these thoughts.  I used relaxation to calm myself, and I have learned to be mindful throughout my day. Now, I didn’t say all day, everyday. But I am learning to live in the moment. To be a part of my experiences. To enjoy my experiences, to feel heart ache, to feel pain, to feel love, excitement and ambivalence.  And when I work at it…I can feel unpleasant feelings with out my running, “let’s tear Liat down”, commentary.

In the end, Forest Gump’s mother was right!  “…life is like a box of chocolates.  You never know what you’re gonna get.”  Since that’s the case, doesn’t it make since to be able to experience each piece for what it is, instead of how you wish you never touched the last or in fear of the next!

Note to self- quit taking long ass naps!

It’s My Birthday and I’ll Cry if I Want To

You would cry too if this happened to you.  

It is really my birthday today…and I’m pretty excited about it.  I always enjoyed and looked forward to my birthday. I feel like your birthday is your little holiday that is just meant for you.  It’s also an excuse to do the things that you want to do for your special day. But in all reality as I am typing this…I realize that you should be using any day to do special things for yourself and others in your life…but oh well, back to me…it’s MY birthday!

Today I’m crying (which is why this post does not have a recording) because I had to watch my son drive off.  On one side, I’m blessed that I got to see my oldest son on my birthday before he left. On the other side, my son just left and I know that he will be gone, he will be deployed and I am not sure when I will get to see him again.  This is reality for so many people. It made me think about when my husband was deployed for a year. It was, in some ways, that same feeling watching him leave…but in other ways it was different. It’s knowing that this is your son that you gave birth to, raised, took care of, disciplined, loved, laughed with and could have killed yourself…but in the end, it’s your child.  This child that you are sending out into the world, but not only sending out into the world…I’m watching him leave as he will eventually be deployed to protect this country. All of this while I am sitting in bed under my covers with the privilege of typing my thoughts in the middle of the day.

I talked to my parents last night and they asked me if I was anxious.  I told them no and asked why. They were anxious to watch their grandson leave, as they had to say goodbye to him last night.  Earlier this week I decided while he was home I wasn’t going to worry about what was to come. I made a conscious decision to stay in the moment and enjoy the time that I had with him.  I have to say that I loved every second of it.

But everyday, I understand a little more.  

Not too long ago, I decided to drive my son’s car to his base by myself.  It was a lengthy drive, although I had planned on taking 2 days to get there, especially since I left after work one evening.  While on my drive I got a message from my husband saying that my parents had called asking were I was and if I had stopped yet.  I called my parents (hands free of course) and talked to them as I drove. During this time, they were trying to convince me to pull over and stop at a hotel.  One tactic my dad used was to convince me of things that could happen.

Anxiety is a good thing…it can help us plan, prepare and keep ourselves safe…but too much of it can be paralyzing.  

I smiled though, as I knew he was worried about me…but I was not going to take on his anxiety as if it was mine. So, I continued to talk and laugh…and eventually found a hotel to stay for the night.  That night I laughed and thought to myself…I am a grown adult and my parents still worry about me.

As a parent, that worry will never go away.  The best that you can do is control it…and work to not place that fear onto your children to prevent them from living their lives.  To my oldest…I love you, I will always pray for God to watch after you. But, you will always be my baby no matter how old you are, where you are, and what you are trained to do.

Do You Know How Hard It Is To Work Out With Extra Fat?

Really, do you?  When you do push ups the first thing that touches the floor is your stomach.  They say go down until your chest touches…but since my stomach crossed the line first…I think that should count…it would if this was a race!  You bend over to get in the position that the trainer wants you to get in, but you can’t because you have these rolls that prevent you from bending a certain type of way.  And sometimes, they be eyeballing you like you’re not trying. Man, you put this 10lb ball on your stomach and let’s see if you can do it! Then comes the jumping jacks.  You know, they made that shit up just to piss bigger people off. First, being a female is a strike because your breasts feel like they want to detach themselves from your chest on every bounce.  Then the stomach be jealous of the breasts and wants to flap around like it’s free and it don’t know how to act. Let’s not talk about the love handles, and the thighs. And when I say thighs, that includes the hip portion, the inner portion and the behind the leg.  Shit be clapping that don’t have no business clapping. It’s like, what the hell are you all excited about? Just shut up and stop clapping. Oh, lets not forget the butt, if you are blessed with one it’s trying to get all close and personal with your back. And then above all else…you look at yourself in the mirror and you’re only spreading your legs 4 inches apart on each jump. Like really?!?!

Lost, and Now Found

At some point I lost myself.  I can’t tell you exactly when this was and I really don’t know how it happened.  When the stress of life piled on top and I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore, it hit me.  Ok, nothing hit me. I fell flat on the floor. Okay, that’s a lie too. Nothing hit me, I didn’t fall, it was stress.  Stress will kill you by the way. My family was going through some changes. Some say trials and tribulations. I say…we was getting hit from all possible corners and I stepped back to re-evaluate some things in my life.  This re-evaluation did not come easy. I went kicking and screaming. There may have been a psychologist involved that assisted me through my tantrums. But all in all I realized something…well, it’s the type of realize that you kinda already know but you try to brush it under the rug.  I was finally awakened to the fact that I was so busy trying to take care and worry about everyone else that I had forgotten about taking care of myself. I have always put myself on the back burner…and believe me that is not a good idea. You get forgotten all the way in the back…people forget, including yourself, that the burner is still on.  It may not be on high, but it is left on simmer. And sitting in the back on a constant simmer is not good for anyone. And eventually the pot ends up with some crusty stuff on the bottom of it that we all know we would rather throw the pot away than to deal with the clean up job. Well, I couldn’t just throw myself away…so I had to deal with the clean up job.  This clean up job isn’t simple…it starts off by blaming others for leaving your ass on the back burner and forgetting. But then slowly as you begin to start the cleaning and getting through some layers, you realize at some point you put yourself in the back to begin with…and you allowed yourself to stay there while all the other pots up front got in, got out and got cleaned up (and all by you!).  In today’s age we call that taking care of our family…and it’s expected, prized, and we learn from watching others do it. Well…it was time to call it quits. It was time to learn to take care of myself. We talk about self-care like it’s easy, as if we are all doing it…but in reality I challenge many to take a good look and see if they really are. I know I wasn’t.

Weight Loss Journey Thoughts…

It’s all BS. Ok got that first thought out of my head.  When I was young, I always thought I was big. Size 8-10 in high school.  Holly crap I was huge. At least I thought and now wish…no not wish…I shouldn’t be wishing for that.  Bump it…it’s true, I wish I was there now. I was taller than my friends, usually, and many of them were size 0-2.  What in the hell type of size is that? Size zero, non-existence absolute nothing size. Anyways…I gained some weight in college, then kids.  No, not marriage…I didn’t do the traditional, but not really traditional, just the socially accepting thing. Yeah, I had a kid straight out of college ( that makes me sound hard like I’m straight out of Compton, knowing darn well I’m not!).  I credit all my stretch marks up to my belly button to my oldest son. (Thank you, I love you)…got pregnant again. Ok …don’t judge me?  If it makes you feel better, I got married before my second son was born…and to his father!  I credit him, my second son, for the stretch marks from my belly button and up. (Love you too booboo. God bless.) From their, my weight went up and down (yep, got it back to my weight journey, the trials and tribulations of the kids is a different story for another day!). My highest weight reached 245 lbs (which I will double-check that in my handy-dandy journals I stopped keeping, I later went back and did…it was 256 lbs) to hitting 170 lbs…to going back up again.  It’s like a yo yo….a roller coaster ride- that ain’t nobody want to be on but you can’t quite get off of it for good. It’s been 19 years since I had my oldest son and I’m still on this mother bleeping ride….like damn!

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Yo Yo Pictures…Please tell me I’m not the only one who has them!