Tuesday, November 11, 2014
in my spirit.
A little over a month ago I purchased a Roku and subscribed to Netflix. I enjoy it very much and have watched a number of shows that I missed out on over the years. Anyway, one night while flipping through the various Netflix menus, I stumbled upon the documentary, Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead.
If you have never seen this before, it is a 2010 American documentary film which follows the journey of Australian Joe Cross as he travels across the United States while on a 60-day juice fast to regain his health. I watched the film for a little while that night – got bored – and turned it off. Juice fasting? What the heck. Some people will fall for anything. But not me.
A week or so later, I decided to finish watching it. I am very glad I did. So impressed with what happened to Joe Cross, the amazing transformation of his body and his over-all health, plus the transformation of another man Joe met while on his juice fast journey, Phil Staples, a morbidly obese truck driver in Iowa, who after meeting Joe decided to do the juice fast, too, caused me to seriously consider doing a juice fast for myself.
And I did do it – 14 days of juice fasting – and I can now honestly say that the experience has changed my whole outlook on nutrition and diet. The best way I can describe my own experience is to say that I now understand how we can get fatter and fatter while starving our bodies (of real nutrition) to death.
By the way, this is a picture showing Phil before and after juice fasting and after continuing his new health program which focuses on real nutrition being the most dominant part of his diet.
Almost hard to believe it's the same person.
This was Joe before he started his juice fast.
This was Joe after his fast
BTW, both men were eventually able to go off of ALL of their many prescription medications. The improvement in their health was profound and lasting. Truly AMAZING.
Without going into all the details, (there are tons of youtube videos and testimonials about this fast if anyone here is interested), the juice fast involves using whole produce, fruits and vegetables (mostly vegetables), running them through a good juicer, (I used the Breville juicer that Joe used in the film)-(got $100 off on it on Amazon)-(fantastic juicer for $119!) making a micro-nutrient rich drink ... and then … bottoms up.
Well, surprising things happen on this juice fast. Some really good things – mixed with a wee bit of temporary badness. Most people, including Joe, report “hitting the wall” around day 5. Meaning, by this time the novelty of juice fasting is wearing off and you are seriously questioning why the heck you are doing this! It can get mighty boring drinking vegetable and fruit juice only, yet here is the craziest part of all – While on the juice fast, and almost from the start, you begin craving Produce - Whole Produce.
Dang! You’d think it would anything but produce - Like shoe leather, for example. Yet, oddly enough you WANT to EAT vegetables and fruits. You want them badly. It is like your body is suddenly being flooded (lol, literally) with real nutrition and it gets happy about it and it wants MORE and MORE of that great stuff ... but in the form of whole food.
Truth is, I never once felt hungry on the juice fast, although I did feel a powerful need to CHOMP down on some greens. BTW, it is actually amazing just how much produce is used to make the juice. More produce goes down that juicer slot than you would ever consume in a day – maybe even in a week or a month …. or even a year!
Believe me, you really do get flooded with nutrients and crazy wonderful things happen to you while you are juicing. You definitely lose weight. Your skin gets clearer, like almost radiant, your energy level increases the longer you are on the fast and you find that you begin to heal faster from any minor cuts and whatever injuries you might have, just like you might have done when you were a kid.
Aside from being excited about what Joe and Phil accomplished through juice fasting, I went on my juice fast because I simply could not seem to motivate myself to get real with my spark program. I would track food for a week or two and would lose a pound or two each week … and then I would go right back to my old ways and regain what I had just lost. I had suffered depression for the past year, ever since my Mom had passed away, and to be honest here, I had lost my ambition, my enthusiasm and whatever it was in the past that caused me to want to strive for optimal health. Oh I still wanted it – but I didn’t want it ENOUGH to go after it. I didn’t want it ENOUGH to change what I was currently doing. My “ENOUGH” battery was dead.
The night that I watched that film, however, was the night that I knew I could care ENOUGH once again – I just needed to jump-start that dead battery in me and doing a juice fast, I knew, would do the trick. And, hey, it did.
During my two week juice fast, I lost 10 pounds. I felt way healthier and more energetic than I have felt in quite a while and that energy is still with me today. The juice fast was not easy, however, yet it was not nearly as hard as one would think. Of course, I complained during my juice fast (wouldn’t you?)
- Mostly I complained to one of my spark buddies who I kinda VLOGED to during my fast-(Poor buddy, Lol, I think they suffered it more than I did). Oh well, not my problem.
Anyway, I will most definitely be doing this again and again throughout my life- Maybe a couple times a year. It actually has become like my little life preserver – There whenever I need it. Still, I think I will only do a 5-day or maybe one week juice fast next time. I now know as little as 3 days can change a person’s outlook – like majorly change it - and most definitely jump-start a dead battery.
OK, I know this won’t appeal to everyone - maybe to no one reading this - but it worked for me when nothing else would – And I love, love, love knowing that I can do this again anytime I please. Just ain’t pleasin’ to do it again right away
PS. Gotta say, eating an apple is soooo underrated!
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
So you go to a café, your laptop in tow. The food is good, the tea is hot, the wine is chilled and the Wi-Fi is essential. Your favorite spot, back in far corner, is taken, however. The restaurant is quite crowded this day and the ‘private feeling’, wall-hugging tables are occupied. People here are plugged out, so to speak, and therefore plugged-in, which is exactly what you wish to be doing, as well. You scan the playing field (this is after all your rare moment to play) and you find that the only table near an electrical outlet leaves your back exposed to the eyes of others sitting behind you. Yeh, they may have no interest, whatsoever, in peering over your shoulder to see what you’re up to … and I’m sure they don’t ….. but …
And what are you up to?
OK, you log onto SP. Spin the wheel for a whopping 2 points. Scowl … and move onto the giving out of spark points to your spark teams. Like duh. Why? I used to belong to three teams. Then I quit those teams, yet they come up on my spark page and, yes, I divvy out those spark points to them each time I log on. It is a pointless and mindless exercise, which I seem always ever so mindful of. Spark dude has programmed us, subliminal messages in those HIT status things he shares waaaay too often, and even though I rebel against becoming a Stepford Spark Wife, I seem to have become one.
And I digress …
So, you are plugged in but exposed. You find no mail in your mailbox – bummer – You find no comments left on your spark page. Your blogs are old and uninteresting and no one new has stopped by to say that you are a wondrous human being inspiring millions around the globe. Of course, you have never really inspired anyone and you aren’t trying to. Still, you consider writing a new blog , (who knows, this could be your next masterpiece), but, dang, you just know that lady behind you is looking at your screen. Any minute now you expect her to interrupt your pursuit of blog fame and comment with something like, “Oh my goodness (!!!!), I see you are on Spark People!!! That is sooooo cool! So, what is your user name?”
Oh please, nosy lady, just go away!!! But she does not interrupt you with inquiry. She does not look at you.
And now she is gone. Just like that. She finished off her coffee and the paper she was reading and got up from her chair and without one single admiring glance your way she leaves the building.
What the heck, you think. Where is my celebrity? Hey People! I am here! Look, midway down the room, totally exposed and easily spotted. And you are not bothering to even gaze in a subtle way in my direction. Dang, you people! You don’t even bother to try to peer over my shoulder to see my screen!
Not true when I sat in my private corner, unexposed to prying eyes, yet knowing you wondered about me.
Midway down the room of life, I guess … and you wonder at the glorious feeling you always got when you were in your private place, yet feeling so much a part of the world. Socially unsocial, that is your lifestyle – your comfort zone. It is a lifestyle of our times and it fits you like a favorite garment, worn and tattered, and oh so comfortable.
In the outer circle of the Socially Unsocial Zone, however, it is quite different - and some days that is exactly where you are forced to spend some time. Smack in the middle of life where you don’t matter a hill of beans to those around you. I bet there are days when you might even feel that way here at SP – Smack in the middle of the room … and no one notices you. And all you really want and need is that wall-hugging table and a handy outlet to plug into while you plug out.
Don’t we all need that at times? Needing to know we are still connected here, and especially during the times when we need our socially-unsocial moments.
Anyway, I guess, from time to time, we are all plugged in and plugged out fer a spell – and that can be good for the soul.
Monday, May 19, 2014
If you have sent me the Beautiful Woman Award chain letter thingy, let me first say, "THANK YOU!" That was sweet of you to think of me and I appreciate the thought. In fact, I have received several of them recently and although I always delete them from my page, your thoughtfulness touched me.
So, why did I delete them?
Well, you see, about 2 years ago the Beautiful Woman Award thingy started circulating here at SP and knowing that it was a chain letter, I simply ignored it whenever it was sent to me, which seemed almost daily. Anyway, at the same time I was having a wee bit of trouble with the SP Police. They had singled me out on the Café message board, although I was following their rules to the letter. But they were out to get me – Especially after figuring out, somehow, that my politics did not jive with their own. Course it didn’t help matters when I started my run for “Spark President” campaign in the message board forum. I I guess the coppers just couldn't take my wit ...
……..and could only relate to the more intellectual message board posts like, “Coffee or Tea?”).
But, no matter, I kept ignoring the Beautiful Woman Award until one day I sent ONE, just ONE, back to the person who had last sent it to me. Well, within minutes, the Spark Police were on my ARSE!
And, if that was not enough, I also got complaining messages from the 2 spark teams that I had belonged to, even though I had not sent any award to anyone on those teams.
Ahhhh, but the Spark Police had notified them that one of their members – ME – had sent out ONE Beautiful Woman Award and that they should also notify me of my deplorable behavior.
Well, once having given my spark teams a piece of my mind,
I un-joined them and went about my spark-team-less merry way. Amen .... and good riddance to small minded people.
So, if you have not YET been visited by the Spark Police, I'm just tellin' ya, you might be one day ... Like, one day soon. The way they came after me, you wudda thought I had created the dang thing, myself, and had sent out thousands of em!!!
Finally, in my humble opinion, Spark Monitors are only human beings and some of them are great and some of them aren't so nice. You might love SP, but you won't particularly like the Spark Police when you've had a little traffic accident but are treated as if you've committed murder. Might be best to leave the chain letters alone - but it's your call.
And .... more important than any of this, don't forget to vote for me!
If Not Spark Pres ... I'll at least take the Country.
Friday, May 16, 2014
It’s a made-up word that a close friend and I came up with many years ago to describe a feeling you get when your life is temporarily lacking – life.
OK, maybe it would make more sense if I said “when a person’s life is lacking passion”. Passion being any strong feeling a person can experience - Love, hate, anger, sadness, happiness, or even a wonderful sense of peace. Glocky, on the other hand, although it is a feeling of sorts, like an awareness of having no feeling, is rather an empty emotional suitcase. I mean, it’s not some really BAD feeling. If it was it would invoke a passion. Glocky is passionless.
Throughout my life, it seems I could count on feeling glocky during the transitional times between seasons. You know, like the time when winter ends – The beautiful crystal white, diamond studded snow is all gone and spring is just around the corner. But in the ‘transitional time’ between the end of winter and the real beginning of spring, the trees are still DEAD. The sky is not blue, it’s gray. The flower bulbs are still inches beneath the surface and let’s face it, there are potholes that could eat a sub-compact car and you ain’t gotta clue what clothes to wear today, your car is a filthy mess and your toenails need trimmed. It’s no big deal though. You ain’t sweatin’ this stuff. You’re just glocky.
Lately, with all that is going on in my life, cleaning out my Mom and Dad’s house, being off my Spark program, blah, blah, blah, I find myself feeling glocky. Not emotional at the moment, which would make more sense, but, instead, just plain ol’ glocky. Again, this is not a bad feeling – It’s just a coasting through each day.
But then there are days like today when I deliberately allow myself to feel something else - my own creation. Slipping off to a coffee shop and ENJOYING some new taste sensation or even revisiting an old one. It is but a moment’s pleasure – a moment’s passion – and is that a bad thing? I mean, without passion we die – Right? Well, no matter - The glocky state is short-lived. Passion, in some form, returns again, and even without pinching yourself you realize you are still alive.
OK, my coffee is getting cold and my piece of pie is only half eaten.
PS. This has nothing to do with this blog …. (or does it?). Anyway, I was young girl of 18 traveling for 12 hours on a greyhound bus. 12 hours on a greyhound bus, I say! That wasn’t Glocky. It was Fglocky. Anyway, a young-ish guy came on-board somewhere around Cleveland and from there to the city of Detroit he sat beside me. He was older than me, but not by much, and he truly seemed a genuine gentle soul. He carried a small brown paper bag in his coat pocket with a bottle inside - and while he enjoyed his passion from that little bottle, and although I did not partake of the spirits, we began singing this song together. I don’t know why. It doesn’t matter. The thing is, it became a memory – a good memory – and sometimes during the Glocky times in our lives it’s A-OK to grab hold of a passing moment and enjoy it the best ya can– Even a crazy bus ride moment.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Secret Code: Hi Thelma! LOL!
OK, Non secret Blog:
Gotta keep this one short and sweet – not a lotta spark time right now because I am still involved daily with getting my Mom’s house cleaned out and all the contents sorted. It’s a physical job, a mental job and an emotional process … but I am processing it all and doing a pretty good job of it thus far.
Sooooo, I have been doing well on my spark program, but I surely did make an exception for Easter dinner. And I’m sure some of you did to. Went out of town just for the day with the husband unit for some much needed R&R - and, while out, hit a BUFFET that was WAAAAAAAAAY GOOOOOOD ….. and, of course, WAAAAAAAAY BAD at the same time. You know what I mean, don’t ya … YUM YUM!!!
Now, my weekly weigh-in is happening Friday morning and this could be the week that I have no weight loss, which is OK as long as there is no weight gain. However, if I’m gonna be honest here, I will admit that some of my Easter binging carried over into Monday and a weeeeeeee little bit into Tuesday, as well. Hmmmm, sometimes it is a weaning process, ya know. Well, anyway, I am kinda weaned now and it is Wednesday evening and I have not gone over my calorie limit for the day –yet. And if I can remain strong until bedtime I may just have this Easter weaning period over and done with.
Ahhhhh, a thought just struck me – I should just go to bed RIGHT NOW and not risk being pulled to the dark side by temptations that lurk in my kitchen.
OK, that’s what I’m gonna do.
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