Thursday, September 20, 2012
Did you know we are hard wired for survival? It goes back to primitive times when literally walking out your front door was a coin toss. Our bodies and minds adapted to those circumstances and as we evolved as human beings we were taught that survival was our top priority. Hopefully there is no one waiting for us outside our front door this morning. We’ve morphed in a way, though. We view each challenge, and each new experience as a threat to our security. If we’re not on top then we are surely on the bottom. Ever heard the saying, “Second place is first loser?” Since there are no dinosaurs around to snatch us off the front yard we look for other ways to satiate our survival instinct. We even use our kids. They have to be smarter, prettier, more athletic and popular than the kid next door because if they’re not, well they “won’t get ahead.” (Whatever that is!)
Okay, enough of the rant. I could go on for days telling you things you already know and some of you are starting to feel your survival mechanism beginning to kick in. So I have a question for you. It pertains to this journey we are traveling on together. You know this march towards health? Are ya having fun? Are ya looking for new ways to replace the old behaviors and are ya treatin’ them like an adventure rather than an obligation? I’m not talking about running around grinning from ear to ear. I’m talking about plain old down in the dirt fun?
Come close I’ll whisper a secret to you. I tried doing this without a lot of fun and I failed. I got close to my goal weight and because I hadn’t replaced a number of negative and unhealthy thoughts with fun activities and adventure…………..
Lemme put it this way: You pull all the weeds from the garden before you plant your flowers, right? Otherwise the flowers don’t grow. We put our minds and bodies through a bit-o-hell when we decide to become healthy. We “remove,” we “take away.” What do we replace it with other than carrots, celery and fruit? Because we are hard wired to survive after a bit our bodies take back over unless……….
We have to weed the garden, till the soil and ENJOY it. Slowly the weeds die out and they are replaced by an amazing bouquet of flowers. We don’t say, “I used to have weeds there!” We care and tend the flowers and we have fun doing it.
So maybe you had a gain this week, maybe the scale didn’t move or maybe the siren song of ice cream was too hard to resist. It’s over, it’s done and you can’t change the past. Smile and look for something energize you.
Go have fun and don’t worry a lot about survival, unless a dinosaur pokes his head in your kitchen window tonight and tries to snatch you up.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Yesterday my mind monkeys wouldn’t let go. No matter how many bananas I tossed them they rode the edges of my brain whispering all sorts of negative mantras. You see, I had just stepped off the scale with ONLY (lol) a 2.2 pound loss. It certainly wasn’t the seven pound loss from the week before.
I was slipping back into old patterns and behaviors, wasn’t I?
I had walked this road before only to stumble and skin my knee and remain, well remain FAT.
At least that’s what those monkeys swinging from my synaptic junctions kept telling me. We’re hard wired for the negative. Everything in our world screams “Make you better.” When we fall short of whatever better is, usually on the cover of US and People, we slip into a state of depression and the monkeys go wild. At least mine do. Yesterday I tossed them a few emotional bananas and while it didn’t totally satisfy them it quieted them down long enough for me to have a really good day that didn’t revolve around what I put in my mouth.
My clothing has begun to fit better. It’s not baggy or anything like that. Let’s say it’s less snug. I noticed it around mid-week. This road has been traveled well too. The mind says something like “Ooooooo you’re gonna weigh in with a huge loss!!” The day comes to weigh in and you want to see if your scale is broken. “But never mind, ignore the nice feeling lose clothes give you it was ONLY 2.2 pounds.”
In reality whatever I am doing is starting to work. I’m following the path of my September goals; portion control, thirty minutes of movement or exercise each day and ten minutes of quiet time each day.
The week following a huge loss is like winning the Super Bowl or the World Series. What do you do the next week; lose eight pounds, then nine the next and suddenly you are on life support? There is a lot of pressure to succeed and when we put it on ourselves only one thing is going to happen; someone finds the key, opens the door and the mind monkeys go wild.
I sat at church yesterday and heard the beautiful gospel reading about Jesus curing the man who was deaf and mute. He uttered the words “Be Open.” The monkeys quieted down. He asked that we open ourselves and our lives to everything that comes our way, good, bad or indifferent. In this story he opens us up to all sorts of possibilities if we only stop for a few minutes and really listen to them.
I am 2.2 pounds lighter, my clothes fit better, I am sleeping better and I am more alert and much more active. When I sit and close my eyes those are the images that dance before my eyes.
Sunday, September 09, 2012
As cats go Mickey wasn’t with us very long. A little over five years after we rescued him he became listless and wouldn’t eat. He spit up a lot. The vet gave him the once over and closed the door to the examining room. I’ve seen that look before. Over 39 years we’ve had four dogs and four cats. Based on the blood work his determination was Mickey suffered from pancreatic cancer. There was a large mass in his abdomen. Treatment was expensive and had about a ten percent success rate. This type of cancer was extremely rare in cats.
We were shocked and not quite ready to part with Mickey, so we bundled him up, made an appointment to have him euthanized the next morning. We took him home. He slept with us that evening, lying at the foot of the bed, curled up in a ball. I didn’t sleep too well and when my anxiety washed over me, trying to figure out why this poor cat had to suffer I would hear a soft “meow.” Somehow, for some reason I couldn’t explain until today, it soothed me. Lying there in pain; Mickey was sending me a message that it was going to be okay.
This morning at church I thought about Mickey and his soft “meow.” Amidst the choir trying to reach a decibel level not known to man, readers reading, and preachers preaching I closed my eyes, a bit perturbed at all the noise. As I sat there I heard that divine “meow,” so soft and gentle like a rain washing over me. There was a moment of warmth, security and peace and then a bit of a chuckle inside as I saw the voice of God through my long gone cat and again as The Scripture says in the whispering of the wind.
Saturday, September 08, 2012
A strong cold front blew through late last night and so we were able to open the windows this morning for the first time in what seemed like months. I sat in my chair and began my morning meditation period. I try to take ten minutes each morning to open myself to what is present inside of me andto the workings of God within me.
As I relaxed I became aware of a breeze blowing gently across my face and upper body and the thought rolled through my mind that within that breeze lie the breath of God. My inner self smiled a bit. I asked myself how many times I’d shook my fist at heavens and asked God to “show himself!!!”
He’s been there all along, just as the scripture says, in the whispering of the wind.
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