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If we listen to this old adage, it raises the question, So what are you? Tacos? Cheeseburgers? Veggies? Donuts? Self hate? Attempting perfectionism?
On a cellular level you really are how you’re nourished. If you’re feeding your cells sugar, GMO, pesticides...you’re toxic, sluggish, and weighed down.
You are what you ingest, this includes visual and mental nourishment too.Whatever is making its way into your conscious thought, is only a portion of what you’re ingesting. Your subconscious is absorbing everything: your environment, the background music and images.
These shape how you view yourself and your self-worth. If you’re feeding yourself gansta rap and hip hop constantly - will bitches ever be anything other than bitches?*
If you’re obsessed with Vogue and other fashion magazines, how can you see your own shape as healthy and whole, just as it is?
Face deep in sugar is basically asking your system to rebel against you slowly, and with extreme agony.
Do you feed yourself a playback real of your past? You know those times or that one person that’s no longer in your life. Regrets? Ever feed yourself your own story of regret?
Take a good look at your own life and see where your sadness comes from. I know I’m looking at mine with the intent being to enrich the parts of my life that maybe I’m feeding myself too much negativity. Is it music? Movies? Magazines? A story you tell yourself? How can you incorporate some happiness in more?
I’m tracking my food going into this year to better understand what my body needs to function optimally.
Furthermore, I’m tracking my mental/emotional state so I can piece together what nonsense I’m feeding myself in order to ensure it’s all organic and stimulating my cells and soul in just the right way.
What you put into your body, mind, and spirit matters deeply. As it’s directly reflected in your body.
Take care of yourselves apples,
I said “no” to the New Year’s Eve party invites.
I used excuses because I couldn’t bare the truth of “I really needed a night to focus on me, my home, my goals and my health.”
I knew I needed self care and a break - from people, from work, from endless to-do lists.
I was practicing what I preach and making self care the priority.
And I felt terrible about it.
Why did I feel shame and guilt for staying home?
Was it the “I have other plans” white lies?
Or was it for choosing sleep, over some insane cultural tradition of getting loaded and staying up late to kiss strangers, lovers or friends?
I’ve wanted nothing more than to feel normal over the past 5 years of healing.
Is normal going to the party or staying home for self care?
And somehow avoiding - choosing another option - had me feeling like a selfish, flaky let-down.
I have put all my efforts into trying to listen to my body and, by sheer will, treat it correctly.
That meant my night consisted of house cleaning, food prep, bodywork and a movie.
At times self care is difficult and it means saying “no” to a lot of things my former self would have jumped all over…. Like a New Year’s Eve party.
This all makes me feel guilty and ashamed, because I've changed as have my priorities.
Though, I know I shouldn’t feel guilty for saying “no” to a beverage that makes me feel like a rotting walking corpse for 3 days. I shouldn’t feel guilty for not eating the cookies freshly baked, or for not being eager to hear anyone talk about pizza. I miss pizza and cheesy bread and cake and pie and cookies and chocolate - agh! - all the time. I think about food and drink often. Sweet drinks that make you fuzzy and dissociate easily. That’s who I was. Sometimes I miss her too, but that doesn’t mean the me I am now deserves to hear about how much more fun, or how cooler she was. I don’t need to be at parties where I won’t eat or drink anything you have and I’ll just wish I was elsewhere almost the entire time.
I may be different than who I was but I really like the me I'm be coming. And even with guilt and shame over saying "no" I know I'll process that and be glad I took care of myself rather than run myself ragged. It allows me to be my best more often and being successful daily rather than fun at night is what this next year and each year is all about, for me.
I implore anyone who would rather:
- Reflect on your own.
- Enjoy the time off solo.
- Get caught up on life.
- Or simply, rather do their own thing as an individual.
- To do exactly that.
Decide what your top priorities are and focus on them with everything you have.
I have given myself 5 top priorities:
- Healing my body, mind and spirit.
- Always striving to be the best I can at my career as a Rossiter Coach, Yamuna Body Rolling Instructor, and Fitness Trainer.
- Writing and reading as a hobby, this year poetry specifically.
- Feeding relationships with family and friends who uplift me in more than one way. They are emotionally, physically, and mentally stimulating and non-judgmental. The ones that leave me feeling full and loved and strong.
- Self love, self care and self improvement.
I strongly believe it takes a village to make a person who they are and we all need social interaction. I believe in being selective with my village, though my love extends farther than my village...I also believe in reflection and delving inside yourself once in awhile to figure out what you need, who you really are and where you want to be going.
Also, forgive yourself for saying “yes” to the only person’s opinion you truly have to live with. Your own.
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When I first found out I'm dealing with an autoimmune response to living.
This can’t possibly be really
Your Interstitial Cystitis is likely Autoimmune.
…..Nobody’s used that word before. How’s that?
Gut, inflammation, gluten “intolerance” turned into a death sentence.
Grandpa asked me if I started living in a homeless camp after learning
The astounding imbalanced state of my gut
“Under the Greeley bridge,”
I replied with
“The call center was a cesspool.”
A giant has fish hooked my side
He slowly drags me,
Then kicks the crumpled pop can of my breathing corpse
Back across a field
For another chance
This thing in me,
It’s not a hook but a disease.
I know you cannot see the contaminated,
Unclean filth that makes up my inflamed, angry insides.
But I feel it.
My healers say it may be time for more testing.
“Gluten free isn’t really gluten free when you’re Celiacs”
And it is still killing you slowly, painfully, with
red, hot, inflammation.
Everything is entirely enlarged.
I’m further from who I am than I ever thought I’d be.