Everyone is different. We all know that. HOWEVER, we feel uncomfortable when someone does something “different” than us. Doesn’t really make sense, though. If we are all, in fact, different; then we will do things differently.
And it is not just our personalities that are different. Our bodies are different, our minds are different, our purpose is different.
What is right for one person, may not be right for someone else.
And what someone has to walk through may not be something you have to walk through. And vice versa. Continue reading
I know what you are thinking. Vegan? What is that word doing on a post title?
On, more specifically, my post title???
Well, I’ve been on a health journey. I felt lead to put myself on a 60 day challenge (I talked about it already here.and here.) But I never would have expected it would take me here.
I would have argued with you if you said it would. Actually, I think I did argue about it. Continue reading
I’m not even half way through my 60 day challenge … but serious progress has been made.
How have I been doing on the whole “60 first day” thing? (You can read about that here.) Not fabulous. Not terrible.
When it is all said and done, that really isn’t bad, is it? Not bad, not great?
Somewhere in the middle is something to celebrate.
Somewhere in the middle means you are sticking with it. You aren’t so over-inspired that you might fizzle out, you aren’t so under-motivated that you don’t get up and work on it each day. Somewhere in the middle is safe from falling off the edge in either direction. It means you are focusing on forward, not anywhere else.
I have managed to re-inspire my motivation when it waned. I have stayed steady in my goals.
I am eating an 80-90% plant-based diet (kind of difficult to switch to that) and I am getting movement and sunshine every day. I also began juicing twice a day.
The result so far?
- 7 pounds lost
- 12 points down in my glucose level
- BP completely normal
- Dramatic improvement in my kidney
Yes, it is work. Every single day. Work. Hustle. Try. Repeat.
But totally worth it.
Whatever your goal, your pursuit, your dream, you goals — stay the course. Every little thing you do counts. Every tiny step gets you closer. Stay the course.
I am anxious to see what day 60 will bring. I know anxious is rather a negative word. But that is what I am.
You know what is a little thing? Saying the word “Yes” or “Sure” when someone offers to help.
It is such a little thing to allow someone the gift of doing something for you.
Yes, I am speaking from my heart here. I absolutely love doing stuff for people. It is part of what makes me me. And when someone is kind enough to just say “Yes,” that is a delight to the soul. Continue reading
You gotta have a goals in life, right? Well, when you are ill with a chronic disease (mine was kidney disease), your goals might be a little skewed from normal.
Sometimes it is just to get up and dressed in the morning. Sometimes it is to keep a meal down. Sometimes it is to not snap at your loved ones. (Really.) Sometimes it is to do ONE thing that makes you feel productive.
If you are really sick and spending a lot of time at doctor offices or admitted to hospitals, it is a really good idea to have a goal for those events.
I mean, truly, they aren’t fun. And you don’t want things to just “happen” to you without you having a say in a thing or two. (See this post about stuff that happens to you.)
A hospital bed – I’ve seen toooooo many of these.
Often, when you are sick, you have very little control over things. You know, they come in and take you away for a test, or procedure, or God knows what. You get rolled down the hallway and things happen. Then they come by and put that hideous NPO sign on your hospital door and no one brings you food or drink until the next trip down the hall to an unnamed event, for which you had no say. That event is usually the following day and it could be early or NOT. And you starve. And thirst. Continue reading
I remember the day my husband stood between my IV port and the nurse. I have met nurses a’plenty through my years, not many are like this one; but this one was my nurse at the time.
I had had a minor surgery (as if any are really minor). Family was not allowed in Recovery Room #1. I woke up and they game me pain meds through my IV. Not long after my feet started twitching uncontrollably. “Weird,” I thought. Then my hands were feeling unconnected to my body. Continue reading