Thursday, February 09, 2012
In cleaning out paper accumulations I found a clipping of interest. From the June 2006 Prevention magazine page. 54
"Why you need a HUG.
"The reassuring hand you reach for in times of trouble has more power than you know: It calms areas of the brain that register alarm, finds a new study from the University of Virgina and the University of Wisconsin. Neuroscientists put 16 married women in a stressful situation (they knew they'd receive mild electric shocks). When a friendly male volunteer held their hand, scans showed less activity in the parts of the brain that respond to danger. The effect was even greater when the hand belonged to the participant's spouse.
"It may be that your mind relaxes because someone is there to help," explains lead researcher James Coan, PhD, a professor of psychology and neuroscience at UV. Other forms of touch - a hug, a shoulder rub - may also ease an anxiety-ridden experience and even reduce the amount of stress hormones the brain produces. RM"
Saturday, January 28, 2012
I love chocolate. When I learned I was diabetic, I began to be much more selective in my choice of chocolate...learning to like darker and darker chocolate. I would have my chocolate most days, but wanted the calories to be a good choice.
When I lived in the US Virgin Islands for two and a half years, my chocolate of choice was Dove Dark, but I couldn't find it on the island. One serving (my choice of serving size) was three pieces. My daughter mailed me bags of Dove Dark from Carson City NV...and I rationed it out. 3 pieces a day. My blood sugars were in very good range. All the walking I did every day was contributing to that.
Now, almost 8 yrs after returning to TN, I am struggling with my blood sugars and my chocolate addiction. Easy access made it easier to indulge. Then I met darker chocolates, and began cultivating the taste for them though Dove remained my favorite for a long time. THEN I met Xocai! Oh dear. High antioxidant chocolate with acai berries and blueberries in a very dark chocolate (and very pricey dark chocolate!). I learned to LOVE it! Because of the price, I was again doing better at limiting how much...and for a while, that was all each day.
This last year or so, though, I found myself eating more than my allotted amount...first more Xocai, then more of other chocolates. Still dark, but without rationing.
A few weeks ago I decided that I was out of control. I was wanting chocolate before breakfast. I was nibbling at chocolate every chance I got...sometimes mindlessly. Of course, my blood sugar problems were not helped by this indulgence. Chocolate was becoming an obsession and of ridiculous proportions.
As I approached my last bottle of my diabetes meds I knew my HbA1C test was coming up with the next Dr. appointment. Hmmm...not good! BUT, that gave me the incentive to stop.
So, two weeks ago, I stopped...no chocolate pieces...no Dove pieces or bars, no Hersheys kisses...no (fill in the name!). I had to stop. I also upped my blood testing when I could.
My HbA1C test is still a few weeks away...but as of today, I have gone two weeks without my beloved chocolate.
I HAVE had a few other things with chocolate in them, but very little. I am trying very hard to manage the impulse to nibble/snack etc. My kids have been out of school for years, but I am STILL finding that the mental "snack time" around 3:30 in the afternoon when my kids had after school treats is a trigger time for me. I have broken the "free for all" snacking mentality from that hr on.
Hopefully, this effort will bear good results. I look forward to chocolate again sometime (soon perhaps) but simply cannot let it be my food of choice from when I get up till when I go back to sleep!
So I ask: No chocolate? Who me? Yup, ME for now! I did it...two whole weeks...and counting.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
My friend Pauline shared this. Thought it worth sharing with you.
A young lady confidently walked around the room while leading and explaining stress management to an audience with a raised glass of water. Everyone knew she was going to ask the ultimate question , 'Half empty or half full?'... but she fooled them all .... "How heavy is this glass of water?" she inquired with a smile.
Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.
She replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter, it depends on how long I hold it.
If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem.
If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm.
If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance.
In each case it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."
She continued, "And that's the way it is with stress. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on."
"As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest, before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden - holding stress longer and better each time practiced.
So, as early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don't carry them through the evening and into the night... pick them up tomorrow, or better yet...eliminate them completely, if possible.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
This came to me in an email today. I have heard most of it before, but thought others might enjoy it, too. Don't know if the contest thing is accurate or not. (Also...the share it with everyone comment is part of the email...not my message).
A beautiful collection of stories. It would be wonderful if more people were like that. We know that when Jesus' rule is firmly established there will be no more want or need and everyone will be loving and caring In the meantime.....
Subject: God's Wife
IT WILL KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF
especially number 5 (Yes! it's the best!!)
Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once
Talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the Contest was
to find the most caring child.
The winner was:
1. A four-year-old child, whose next door
neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old Gentleman's' yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his mother asked him what he had
said to the neighbor, the little boy just said,
'Nothing, I just Helped him cry.'
2. Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were
discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he was adopted.
A little girl said, 'I know all about
Adoption, I was adopted..'
'What does it mean to be adopted?', asked
'It means', said the girl, 'that you grew
in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!'
3. On my way home one day, I stopped to
watch a Little League baseball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score was
'We're behind 14 to nothing,' he answered
With a smile.
'Really,' I said. 'I have to say you
don't look very discouraged.'
'Discouraged?', the boy asked with a
Puzzled look on his face...
'Why should we be discouraged?
We haven't Been up to bat yet.'
4. Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot
in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.
Jamie was trying out for a part in the
school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen..
On the day the parts were awarded, I went
with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement..
'Guess what, Mom,' he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me....
'I've been chosen to clap and cheer.'
5. An eye witness account from New York
City , on a cold day in December,
some years ago: A little boy, about 10-years-old,
was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering
A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'
'I was asking God to give me a pair of
shoes,' was the boy's reply.
The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.
She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed
his little feet, and dried them with the towel.
By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks.. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him
a pair of shoes..
She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said, 'No
doubt, you will be more comfortable now..'
As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her:
'Are you God's wife?'
SEND TO ALL WHO LOVE AND CARE FOR CHILDREN.
Hope this put a smile on your face it
Sure did mine!
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