tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64058154721640839022024-03-05T20:10:47.820-05:00Totally True StoryIt's just that.... always a totally true story Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-51663770339120074882021-02-22T00:09:00.014-05:002021-02-22T00:46:49.852-05:00Farewell Facebook<p>I did it. I actually shut down my personal Facebook page. </p><p>And OH. MY. GAWD. It was not easy. I'm still recovering.</p><p>So, here's what happened...</p><p>On January 6th, 2021, I was scrolling through my Facebook feed and I began to have a physiological response to what I was seeing. No joke. My heart started pounding and it was a struggle to take a deep breath. As many of you know, <a href="http://www.totallytruestory.com/2013/05/intro-into-bigger-topic.html" target="_blank">I've had an anxiety disorder</a> for 20+ years now, so my first thought was <i>Holy shit, Facebook is giving me an anxiety attack.</i></p><p>Then I remembered that I'm 48 years old and thought <i>Holy F*ck! Am I having a God damned heart attack from mother f*cking Facebook!!!</i></p><p>Let me tell you, when you put all of those words together and consider that they could be a real possibility, you decide real quick that it's time to go. Sayonara. Hasta la vista. Later taters. I'm packing my toys and gettin' the eff outta here!</p><p>But let's not fool ourselves here. Once my pulse returned to its normal resting rate, and I had a sugar-loaded snack to soothe my inner drama queen, I logged right the hell back on. </p><p>Yup. </p><p>I mean, it's so easy to just press that little blue Facebook icon floating on the home screen of your phone, especially when you've been doing it for 12 years. There are neuropathways established by this point! I could not help myself. </p><p>And I'm fully aware that I'm a glutton for punishment, but don't you try to tell me that you haven't done the same damn thing! You've tried to go off The Facebook and failed, too! Fess up!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOWBembc0CQ19LFWzLs4ineTvoiflPGpfeZFrKT2rFoKZBKNCqaIvGRA4coB1A0cTPOTahdgfGe-RZatz3T6IA6G9Fq5mWBr0Nip4Ht6j3oaavKH4qONQQT2rEAG1AyOGPrf1Pn_9feo/s568/simply-quit-facebook-meme.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="568" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiOWBembc0CQ19LFWzLs4ineTvoiflPGpfeZFrKT2rFoKZBKNCqaIvGRA4coB1A0cTPOTahdgfGe-RZatz3T6IA6G9Fq5mWBr0Nip4Ht6j3oaavKH4qONQQT2rEAG1AyOGPrf1Pn_9feo/s320/simply-quit-facebook-meme.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Anywho....you know what happened next?</p><p>I came to a full and final realization that I hate Facebook. I hate it for so many reasons. Here are just three of the skatey-eight quadrazillion reasons:</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>I hate seeing photos of thin people and thinking '<i>I'm such a failure. I'm still fat and they aren't.' </i></li><li>I hate reading my "friends" feelings and thinking '<i>How was I friends with someone who thinks that this is okay???</i> <i>Are they serious?'</i></li><li> I hated seeing all of the insecurities and pontification and thinking '<i>Why do they feel the need to brag about this stuff? Don't they see that they are special without pointing out every freaking win?'</i></li></ol><p></p><p>My mom told me that my Grandma Louise used to say that 'we don't need to know so much about other people's lives. There are parts of people's lives that we don't need to be aware of - for our sake and theirs.' Grandma Louise was waaaaay ahead of her time.</p><p>My friend Arron said to me the other day, "<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Facebook. Toxic place for everyone to attack each other. The playground full of bullies that never closes." And Sweet Jesus, it seemed like such a perfect description! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>What sent me over the edge was seeing people who I care about and who I <i>thought </i>I knew so well posting the most<b> racist and<a href="https://www.dictionary.com/browse/misogynist" target="_blank"> misogynist</a></b><a href="https://www.dictionary.com/browse/misogynist" target="_blank"> </a>things. Memes <b>mocking</b> people who <b>looked, behaved, and/or believed</b> in things that were <b>different</b> from them. Photos with comments underneath, <b>outing themselves</b> for being something other than who I thought they were. People with <b>no political background</b> spewing hate and ignorance, while <b>miseducating</b> others. <b>People who claimed to be part of a peace and love lifestyle screaming out disruption and hate!!!</b></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>And I cried. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>Let me say this as exactly as I felt it at that exact moment. WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG. WITH. PEOPLE???? What was wrong with me???? How could I love people who felt so strongly in a way so oppositional to the core of who I am???? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>A whole group of people who bashed women and people of color... and **I** call them friends and/or family????</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>I was so ashamed. How could I not know? How could I be affiliated with them? How could I <i>love</i> <i>and adore </i>them?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>Grandma Lousie was right. I don't need to know so much about other people's lives. So, I'm done. I'm done knowing and I'm done loving them. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>CHECK PLEASE!</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="249" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OTQOeejWswg" width="325" youtube-src-id="OTQOeejWswg"></iframe></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>(this one is especially for my fellow Stern fans)</b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /><span><br /></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>NOW, on the flip side of this, I have to tell you that leaving was not all easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy. My main struggle was where in the hell to go to get advice. I had no idea how often I went to Facebook groups to ask for guidance on stuff. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>Where can I find a good local gastroenterologist?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>Which cordless Dyson stick vac is the best?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>Anyone know what that email about snow days is all about?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>How are the roads in town during the snowstorm?</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span>Do these riding pants make me look fat?</span></span></p><p>Does anyone have a defibrillator I can borrow so I can maintain my social media connection and not DIE?</p><p>At least once a day I think of something I would normally dash on over to a Facebook group and ask questions about. It's been over a month. Google can't answer these kinda questions for me. The struggle is real.</p><p>But the rewards outweigh the losses. I have so much more time. I'm a lot less angry. I am not subjected to personal views that make me have chest pains. And I also don't have to stay in touch with people who I now know I don't vibe with. </p><p>I talk to my husband a lot more too! Mind you, <i>he </i>may not see this as a reward. </p><p>I also don't have "drama queen snack time" to soothe my sensitivities and boost my serotonin. Extra bonus right there. I lost four pounds just by eliminating my personal Facebook page. True story.</p><p>Wishing you all love and many blessings,</p><p>Vicki</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFsyzxf1s_hXz4-w9X-DKdRGMXt8R2KQjwqHX36bHJZE3TlrbPNmycXfcuu-i35vsbJwpiXM8Nn3z5K_TTguYFlUkuVFywgvjVSJCJLhB0h3_7ORGoGVehEpbR5bBKZmNDn8gNxnzxf4/s248/Unknown.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="204" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFsyzxf1s_hXz4-w9X-DKdRGMXt8R2KQjwqHX36bHJZE3TlrbPNmycXfcuu-i35vsbJwpiXM8Nn3z5K_TTguYFlUkuVFywgvjVSJCJLhB0h3_7ORGoGVehEpbR5bBKZmNDn8gNxnzxf4/w204-h223/Unknown.jpeg" width="204" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0New York, NY, USA40.7127753 -74.005972812.402541463821152 -109.1622228 69.023009136178842 -38.849722799999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-27122896353381642632020-12-27T23:48:00.001-05:002020-12-27T23:48:11.242-05:00Facebook and 2020Sweet Jesus....is this damn year over yet?
<div><br /></div><div>I'm going to use my husband's favorite expression of mine. You have to imagine my look of exasperation and annoyance, but here it goes.</div><div><br /></div><div>For fuck's sake.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've been reviewing 2020 in my mind and thinking of all of the crap that has happened in my personal life that completely sucked. With the exception of the <a href="http://www.warwickadvertiser.com/milestones/obituaries/baldassare-licata-EE1237886" target="_blank">loss of my step-father</a>, Ben π, I found one common element in most of my 2020 stress.</div><div><br /></div><div>Facebook.</div><div><br /></div><div>Swear to God.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know I'm not alone in this. There have been a number of people who have mentioned that they quit or paused Facebook because it was just too much to deal with. The social media monopoly seemed to amplify and exasperate all of the other stressful things that are going on. Let me think of a few....</div><div><br /></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b>Global pandemic</b> <i>(who was getting COVID and where did they live)</i></li><li><b>COVID-19</b> <i>(who thought it didn't really exist or that it wasn't that serious)</i></li><li><b>Social distancing </b><i>(who wasn't doing a good job of it and needed to be shamed)</i></li><li><b>Masks </b><i>(who doesn't know how to wear one correctly and which ones are crap)</i></li><li><b>Sheltering in place</b> <i>(who didn't wanna comply and why why why)</i></li><li><b>Education </b><i>(who was inconvenienced by the schedule and remote learning) (guilty party right here!)</i></li><li><b>Toilet paper and cleaning supplies</b> <i>(who was hoarding, who was deprived and WHY toilet paper?)</i></li><li><b>Politics</b> <i>(who was slinging mud and who was getting muddy)</i></li><li><b>Election</b> <i>(let's just not go there....it's still not even wrapped up completely)</i></li><li><b>Children</b> <i>(who was losing their mind being trapped at home with their kids and who was grateful that they didn't have any)</i></li><li><b>Elderly</b> <i>(who was paying attention to their vulnerability and who had loved ones stuck in nursing homes)</i></li><li><b>First responders</b> <i>(who didn't appreciate their tireless work and who was exhausted from being essential)</i></li><li><b>Relationships </b><i>(which unions were going to crumble under the stress and who was "flourishing and blossoming in the most loving ways" π) (I call BULLSHIT!!)</i></li><li><b>Work </b><i>(who was forced to go to work and who lost their income)</i></li><li><b>Racism</b> <i>(whose lives mattered and who felt that racism was/wasn't prevalent) (<b>It IS</b>, for the record)</i></li></ul><div>Those are just the broad topics. There are a slew of subtopics in there as well, but let's be honest, we don't have all damn day. You know them. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>What should have been a means of staying connected with our friends, family and community was being turned into a vehicle for venting anger and spouting off opinions with no repercussions or any reparations. Keyboard warriors were running the show and getting stronger with every added tragedy or societal concern.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW52bKDXtCEmknFNHZPXr9Mme0gJBJkiBaBtkp3YbAMeGA28hBLXnIdsgvNRmCpN9b09SRwTDefKmYQPGiQolNUnPyVPdewzc_rSWwtlPo2l6bD8LDjGqVt8DYVGSt3rf6Zfx5VT3Tk2I/s300/th-1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW52bKDXtCEmknFNHZPXr9Mme0gJBJkiBaBtkp3YbAMeGA28hBLXnIdsgvNRmCpN9b09SRwTDefKmYQPGiQolNUnPyVPdewzc_rSWwtlPo2l6bD8LDjGqVt8DYVGSt3rf6Zfx5VT3Tk2I/w236-h236/th-1.jpeg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In the midst of it all, I learned a very valuable lesson: I bring out the worst in people on Facebook and Facebook brings out the worst in me. </div><div><br /></div><div>What was once a source of fun and giggles was now something that made me angry and hate human beings. I'm a pretty positive, happy person for the most part. I lean in to relationships that make me happy and hide from people who make me feel anger or emotional pain. However, I am a true Gemini and I'm either super joyous or extra pissed off. There isn't much gray area there.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd look through my Facebook timeline and start ripping! "Can you believe that (so-and-so) is a (political candidate) supporter???" "Look at these two miserable bastards pretending they have the perfect relationship!" "How is this person on vacation when there is a global pandemic???" "Why would (so-and-so) be showing off that they just bought a (expensive item) when so many of us have almost no income??" It went on and on and on. I was just judging and criticizing and hating everyone. And when I would post something positive, SOMEONE would inevitiably respond with their own judgement of me! That was where started the cycle of hate began.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgrK4eGxhDUArb8BbfGgL4noj0BO-DqeCMcSVvDN1PJ9nA-4gxufVifYvfOZ0MrAS2P4q-W_0POxB_c_b23UeVtIX-P2vwF1gqfxJtQ1edHMCojx9t0kpr5md6iWN8fmTBEg9cBPXBKo/s261/th-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="147" data-original-width="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgrK4eGxhDUArb8BbfGgL4noj0BO-DqeCMcSVvDN1PJ9nA-4gxufVifYvfOZ0MrAS2P4q-W_0POxB_c_b23UeVtIX-P2vwF1gqfxJtQ1edHMCojx9t0kpr5md6iWN8fmTBEg9cBPXBKo/s0/th-2.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>But then something changed. </div><div><br /></div><div>I grew tired of the anger. I realized that every time I clicked on that little blue icon with the annoying lowercase "f" on my phone, I was bored by most of what I saw. I discovered that I was looking for a good laugh or something uplifting and coming away uninspired and blah. Yes, blah. Commonly known as "meh".</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKgqvbPUwNQcTitllgp80JpgAGYcCeC4Si0GbgBh9b77usL_iyjLHiVEDhzmvmn7X0y346B6f_apGayCZFpQ46DJ1oZ9G3UbA5Nwnc4b9AL6fVBvLNR9izPxsmHchF-PnA4MU6eOXccI/s528/126902939_4504928872515_4394575771722305062_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKgqvbPUwNQcTitllgp80JpgAGYcCeC4Si0GbgBh9b77usL_iyjLHiVEDhzmvmn7X0y346B6f_apGayCZFpQ46DJ1oZ9G3UbA5Nwnc4b9AL6fVBvLNR9izPxsmHchF-PnA4MU6eOXccI/s320/126902939_4504928872515_4394575771722305062_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Today, I was scrolling through Instagram and was giggling over a <a href="https://www.instagram.com/tv/CJTd-z5gWEb/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link" target="_blank">super judgey, feral cat who is literally a peeping tom</a>, when I turned to Justin and said, "The guy eventually won the cat over....I freaking love people!"</div><div><br /></div><div>His response? "Wow. I don't think I've heard you say anything beyond 'I hate people' in eons!"</div><div><br /></div><div>How sad is that? I'm not a people hater! Or at least I <b>wasn't. </b> I may be a people loather now though. I have my select peeps and if you aren't one of them, I've got a bit of a bubble around me that's not going to permit you to access my Natural Vickness.</div><div><br /></div><div>My friend, Lynn, left Facebook about a month ago. She didn't want to be surrounded by the negativity any longer, so in one swift motion, she disconnected. I was jealous and in complete awe of her. It was such badassery! </div><div><br /></div><div>"So, it's been a week now. How does it feel to not have Facebook any more?" I was dying to know what life was like on the other side! Someone disconnected and lived to tell the tale!</div><div><br /></div><div>"Awesome! I totally don't miss it at all," she said. And she meant it. I could tell. And I LOVED IT.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe it's time for me to disconnect too. I want to find the "awesome." Is leaving Facebook behind the answer to some of my woes? Or am I just too sensitive to be a part of the gang? Regardless, Facebook needs to find a way to stop the anger and 'find the funny' again.</div><div><br /></div><div>We need decency among humans. We need compassion, not indifference, for others. We need to support each other. We need to focus on what we completes us, not what destroys us. </div><div><br /></div><div>We need love.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxox π</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ps. Yes, I am aware that Instagram is affiliated with Facebook. It's like the happy place for those of us who can't handle the judgement and bullshit of the Big <strike>FU</strike> FB π</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-86598301003166197732020-11-24T10:43:00.003-05:002020-11-24T11:07:44.553-05:00Tough Times<p> I'm writing today's blog with no intention. This is a first. I usually sit down with a subject that I want to chat about and then work on covering all of my points. It's the Project Paper lover in me.</p><p>Yes, I was one of those dorks who loved to write essays or term papers in school. "What? We have a project due? Excellent! This should balance out those shitty test grades I got from never studying." </p><p>(My mother is cringing if she's reading this. She's fully aware that I had the worst study habits and it's done nothing but burn her biscuits all of these years.)</p><p>Today I'm gonna just sit my arse down and write.....let all of those lovely words in my brain flow out. No subject. </p><p>(<i>this is me staring at the page)</i></p><p>You know what?</p><p>I'm freaking tired.</p><p>I'm tired of all of the bullshit going on around us. I'm tired of the political chaos. I'm tired of logging onto social media and seeing people argue as if their nasty words mean anything more than a way to cause pain. I'm tired of the hate. I'm tired of the schedule of life being flip flopped every time I think I'm getting used to the 'new normal'. I'm tired of seeing no toilet paper on the shelves at the damn store. And I'm tired of being tired.</p><p>To go even deeper, I have a whole list of crap that exhausts me on an internal level.</p><p>I don't sleep well, yet I always want to lay down. I'm depressed after discovering that I had bunch of friends who say hateful things on Facebook that don't match my beliefs. I'm hurt because I have people in my life who I adore, yet don't reciprocate my level of personal investment, so I must "let them be." I'm anxious about my daughter getting a good education and what it will mean if I don't do my part at a home well and she begins to slide. And chocolate doesn't taste right anymore.</p><p>Yet, there are people who have far larger worries than I do. And we all need to keep that in mind. We need to <i style="font-weight: bold;">maintain perspective. </i>It will foster gratitude.</p><p>Positive mindset, my peoples. I'm struggling to maintain it, but I'm trying.</p><p>We have a popular saying at our house that makes us giggle. We got it from my friend, Trish.</p><p>Trish and I were standing in the yard between our houses, talking about life and when there was a pause, she sighed, crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrows raised, and nodded knowingly, while saying, "Tough times, Vic. Tough times." </p><p>I don't know what it struck me as funny. It was so worldly and knowledgable, but it also made me think, "These things ARE tough, but it could be so much worse."</p><p>Also, she has the BEST facial expressions EVER and makes me laugh constantly, so I'm sure that factored into it. </p><p>So, as we approach the season of giving thanks, I say two things to you:</p><p>Yes, these are indeed tough times. We must cut ourselves some slack and just try our best.</p><p>But we need to remember that times are tougher elsewhere. Be compassionate. Use your gratitude to bring awareness to what's going on around you. And be gentle with those who are experiencing something different. We all are on separate paths.</p><p>I can't just end this on such a serious note. </p><p>I've been sending my daughter to school with a joke of the day. It started out as just ONE joke for ONE day. I thought it would be cute to put on her note in her lunch. (What is a cat's favorite color? Purrrrrple.)</p><p>The following school day, she asks, "Mommy, can you do another joke?"</p><p>Okay. No problem. I get on the internet and find another one. (What do you call a big pile of kittens? A MEOWntain.)</p><p>The following school day, she's getting dressed and she says, "Mommy, you better get down stairs and get working on your joke for today. I share them with the whole class."</p><p>Excuse me? Suddenly, I'm required to provide humor for her 4th grade class? Like, this went from something cute, to <i style="font-weight: bold;">a job.</i> Add that to my list of shit that will stress me out.</p><p>And then I think, 'One day she won't want jokes. And maybe she feels good entertaining the kids. And the teacher seems to be cool with it. Bust out your funnies, girl. These are tough times."</p><p>I will leave you with a few clean jokes I found along the way. I find them to be more entertaining when you try to imagine them when reading them the second time. Cuz you always have to read them twice. Enjoy.</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "PT Serif", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif;">Two fish are in a tank. One says to the other, βHow do you drive this thing?β <i>(get it? The OTHER kinda tank)</i></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "PT Serif", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif;">Just got attacked by 6 dwarves. Not Happy. </span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "PT Serif", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif;">Two fish swim into a concrete wall. One turns to the other and says, βDam.β</span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "PT Serif", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif;">Larry was an old piece of lasso who steps into a bar one day for a drink. The bartender looks at him suspiciously and says, βHey, Pal, we donβt serve ropes here.β </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "PT Serif", Palatino, "Palatino Linotype", Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif;">Larry steps outside, ties himself into a clove hitch and unravels one of his ends into a feathery mess. He goes back inside and in a low voice says, βBeer, please.β Bartender says, βHey. arenβt you that rope who was just in here?β Larry replies, βNo, Iβm <i>a frayed knot</i>.β</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-family: PT Serif, Palatino, Palatino Linotype, Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;">Oh, what the hell, why not? Here are some memes I got from my favorite Facebook page <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/Quaramemes" target="_blank">Quaramemes</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBJUT8pBogy4641oCQd-6UWlExjBIJ3xT8SDYOO0oqIcVSUOtO3wVs6y-y-vkd4tvmCV2c2GxvAVXgtW73hSX1geyLPLWZ9ZQTFerDvRm-i-0SO-ab3GYrm1Kae76a5AaosjGpXwtli4/s564/123441837_4119775021385131_2056538839673478607_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBJUT8pBogy4641oCQd-6UWlExjBIJ3xT8SDYOO0oqIcVSUOtO3wVs6y-y-vkd4tvmCV2c2GxvAVXgtW73hSX1geyLPLWZ9ZQTFerDvRm-i-0SO-ab3GYrm1Kae76a5AaosjGpXwtli4/s320/123441837_4119775021385131_2056538839673478607_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSVbV3KcS5mNNdIsB5wA5KzZcs7GLGudZ-p2EvFRxgUj3hHiRMN2KKdKqegU5-89TseIvZe0TrKZjLMn9NaaGq1aisLVWH7l87-07dzhfapvTyf7i5Kj9ZZO250ophm34vw1LW6z0L0TU/s885/123998809_3699301370121995_4054503971868960381_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXUGccaJtW5Sj-PV2zEDekB8ON22g5ZGW0IvNAoapDPw6tiUv6f4bdE94enkZKt-tqSHY_Yx6cLQrPVvyiGS6ADYrwu9nTpp3XfjwZdILem3fjXb51P6JtY9kITYw6OSzXEpYA-nu5s8/s320/127097585_1553833014805881_791750019687520729_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(FYI, my friend Lynn obviously cut this - you should see her with a birthday cake!)</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT2SRyFixODfosJWJEoFVIpDrYu_XJHzCI9xTbhx84CUzIAx36ScsktKqbsq8wTSgmt3ayPEEqJLV6C-Cs4piecYnEX8bUuurqHZfFgKiSWQEIHNUwL79jyMaWbogjectBf-nJNxgwpw/s526/127166671_141939444334159_3314024133983448029_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGT2SRyFixODfosJWJEoFVIpDrYu_XJHzCI9xTbhx84CUzIAx36ScsktKqbsq8wTSgmt3ayPEEqJLV6C-Cs4piecYnEX8bUuurqHZfFgKiSWQEIHNUwL79jyMaWbogjectBf-nJNxgwpw/s320/127166671_141939444334159_3314024133983448029_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQsyJv187xahiUjLCEr-UoGyR9i6JTMrpxLUAKHfj2X5bSjsHa__cxedixGaFVnK0Af3Nw_jR86138eQ_hwXKyBzsZisKMqG5-rHMfPYC5dScsR2LWQpym5KdDTLBZxKxKvuev5424TA/s600/127192022_3834190026600850_474457960806387884_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQsyJv187xahiUjLCEr-UoGyR9i6JTMrpxLUAKHfj2X5bSjsHa__cxedixGaFVnK0Af3Nw_jR86138eQ_hwXKyBzsZisKMqG5-rHMfPYC5dScsR2LWQpym5KdDTLBZxKxKvuev5424TA/s320/127192022_3834190026600850_474457960806387884_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><p></p>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-61497235477752791922020-08-07T23:11:00.001-04:002020-08-07T23:16:17.236-04:00The Workout Worked Out<p>Wow. That was a long "24 hour"s. π</p><p>Let me start where I left off.</p><p>I went to the workout. I was soooooo nervous and totally freaked out and completely anxiety- ridden. All I kept thinking about was how out of shape I was going to be compared to everyone else. And, really, it did me no good.</p><p>Everyone starts somewhere. Nobody is born looking like an Olympic athlete. You never hear about babies bursting out of the womb and bench pressing the changing table. "Drop and give me 50" said no pediatrician ever.</p><p>Except for maybe this baby's doctor</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_F0hFnEyOOwWSVXz_Qk6H85es4hFHzhAXwq0TxyLSwHNDDEhK93FIVD-58ktqPgu2STjoTDueCMLT_U5IRujL-_TmJHK2lk27n_ZxOIe27bdvt1eP1Ew791zDN1z4L12z5zHxZ_GXCU/s648/super-tots-strike-a-pose-136386872818303901-140120141258.jpg" style="display: inline; padding: 1em 0px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="648" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_F0hFnEyOOwWSVXz_Qk6H85es4hFHzhAXwq0TxyLSwHNDDEhK93FIVD-58ktqPgu2STjoTDueCMLT_U5IRujL-_TmJHK2lk27n_ZxOIe27bdvt1eP1Ew791zDN1z4L12z5zHxZ_GXCU/s640/super-tots-strike-a-pose-136386872818303901-140120141258.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p>Anyway, my therapist, Steve, always says to "identify the fear" when I get like this. And then determine "if it's a rational fear or not".</p><p>Just the word FEAR kind of straightened me out. It's a freakin' workout class.....with friends.....taught by someone I trust more than most family members. What is there to be AFRAID of? </p><p>Nothing. And as I pulled into the parking lot, I became blessedly fearless and totally psyched. I was a tad nervous, but I think that's a rational reaction.</p><p>I was definitely a new kid on the block in the workout world, but it all felt very normal to not be able to lift a lot of weight, or do reverse lunges with my knee far from touching the floor. I giggled with Lynn when we lost our balance using our resistance bands for curls. And Rose and I shot each other desperate looks when Trish called out, "Okay....let's do it all again" after a grueling set of side planks and crunches. </p><p>Again, everyone starts somewhere. I looked at that class as being my baseline by which I would measure every workout to come. Cuz I was gonna go back. I knew it when I packed up my equipment. I accomplished stuff and I felt completely awesome afterward! </p><p>Don't we look happy post-workout? I love them ever so. Me and my girls......</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VMTf50R3lS7x_-GWP4UDZr9zgH04-F4_3ehb2HI67ll-LeDpyE_FQXR-v0yjX6e9yMZ8rE7TBjaugw43CKdn-lVrx-RqJVlkOx9RDVKOcXTlWUuSYCC-QYmSyfDBqgL2pq55y0fFqEU/s2048/IMG_5510.jpeg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VMTf50R3lS7x_-GWP4UDZr9zgH04-F4_3ehb2HI67ll-LeDpyE_FQXR-v0yjX6e9yMZ8rE7TBjaugw43CKdn-lVrx-RqJVlkOx9RDVKOcXTlWUuSYCC-QYmSyfDBqgL2pq55y0fFqEU/s640/IMG_5510.jpeg" width="640" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p>Flash forward to yesterday and, while I still can't do some things well, I know that my knee was waaaaaay closer to the floor than it was two months ago while doing my reverse lunges. And I have increased weight and amount of resistance to my workout. My biceps jiggle a lot less when I shake my arms and I can do some killer squats. </p><p>Here is the biggest shocker of them all.....</p><p>I'm having hand surgery in a few days and<b> I'M GOING TO MISS GOING TO MY CLASS! </b></p><p>I can't believe I just typed those words in reference to <b>working out</b>, and yet I mean them with every fiber of my being. In June, if you told me that I would be longing for the exact thing that I was totally freaked out to even <i>start</i>, I would've told you that you were completely bonkers. </p><p>But it's true. Totally true story.</p><p>xoxo</p><p>Vicki</p><p><br /></p>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-63592050172428320942020-06-12T17:27:00.006-04:002020-06-12T17:36:36.115-04:00Linus Says CRACK!<font face="inherit">Have you ever thought something was a great idea and been truly psyched about doing it, only to think about it as the time approached......and totally panicked?</font><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">OMG....what was I thinking? I can't DO that? I hear my couch calling.....I'm cancelling.</font></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;">That was me this week. That is me right now. That will be me until 8:31am tomorrow.</span></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">But here's the thing. I'm not cancelling. </font></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">And you can bet your bippy that I reeeeeeeeally wanna cancel!</font></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">But I'm not.</font></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsA7jRsj8CQHYqjkmIwyz2RRnhxT3c-5UGysuSn2hdkyVb5cbUkX4YgvvGtV8BJF3h58r8SRX85LPi6lwcmPjJUpKXKekbA1SvTxO4uWu9U0sLcY4Dkbe6SC2FWrIVA5HihCjn08XSv4/s271/Unknown-2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="186" data-original-width="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsA7jRsj8CQHYqjkmIwyz2RRnhxT3c-5UGysuSn2hdkyVb5cbUkX4YgvvGtV8BJF3h58r8SRX85LPi6lwcmPjJUpKXKekbA1SvTxO4uWu9U0sLcY4Dkbe6SC2FWrIVA5HihCjn08XSv4/" /></a></div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">'Cuz it's not what's good for me.</font></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">This, my friend, is all very new to me. As a person who has suffered with a panic/anxiety disorder for 25 years, when I feel social anxiety, my ass cancels. </font></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">I don't know WHY I get social anxiety. I like a whole lot of people. I love my group of friends. I have whittled it down to a small select group of people who make me feel loved and safe. I have a <i style="font-weight: bold;">tribe. </i>Yup. These are people who I would be more than happy to live out the rest of my life with on a large piece of property and I know that I will always feel, again, safe and loved by them.</font></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">Let me get to the point and explain my cancel/non-cancel situation.</font></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">As I mentioned <a href="http://www.totallytruestory.com/2020/06/fresh-start-apology-and-some-advice.html" target="_blank">in my last blog entry</a>, I've been working with <a href="https://www.one1program.com" target="_blank">Trish</a> for almost a year now to learn how to eat and exercise and take care of myself like a normal person. I'm getting pretty good at this! I have an enormous pile of super bad habits that are 30+ years old to undo, so I knew this was not going to be a permanent change that happens in 2 months. </font></div><div><font face="inherit"><br /></font></div><div><font face="inherit">I told <a href="https://www.one1program.com">Trish</a> recently, "<span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;">A year ago, I had no idea how to eat things that weren't full of carbs. Like, adding a salad was me being healthy. And we <i>maybe</i> cooked 2xs a week. </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;">And if you had told me a year ago that I would be doing 2 workouts a week, I would've been like "ummmmm....I doubt it!" </span></font></div><div><font face="inherit"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><br /></span></font></div><div><font face="inherit"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;">But here I am, using weights 2xs a week and cooking every day and doing some sort of enjoyable cardio 3xs a week. It's just <i>shocking</i>.</span></font></div><div><font face="inherit"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><br /></span></font></div><div><font color="#222222" face="inherit"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);">Anyway, earlier this week, she came to me and said, "I'm offering a workout on Saturday morning at the park to people I've trained or people who might be interested. Come over! I'll text you the information."</span></font></div><div><font color="#222222" face="inherit"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></font></div><div><font color="#222222" face="inherit"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);">And you know what I said? I said, "Definitely! That sounds great! Count me in! I'll invite Rose & Lynn and we will all come together."</span></font></div><div><font color="#222222" face="inherit"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></font></div><div><font color="#222222"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);">I was psyched! This <i>was</i> a great idea. And I wanted to go. I had just worked out the night before and it had felt awesome when I finished, so why <i>wouldn't</i> I go???</span></font></div><div><font color="#222222"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></font></div><div><font color="#222222"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);">Then I walked into my house.</span></font></div><div><font color="#222222"><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></font></div><div><font color="#222222"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dy6M-Hd1M2Pjfh0h1PCgiJ_CyoYiyhWWNYZk1Svtvk5CEksNSyuHqG4HH_wHjFr6E2RbO5pJDQQJKREj3M71hVfJ_vUwRNehPR3b9sfB7fdZ8OMs7Fe4u_PyYJbj4ZAob1zo8D4n3xU/s225/Unknown.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-dy6M-Hd1M2Pjfh0h1PCgiJ_CyoYiyhWWNYZk1Svtvk5CEksNSyuHqG4HH_wHjFr6E2RbO5pJDQQJKREj3M71hVfJ_vUwRNehPR3b9sfB7fdZ8OMs7Fe4u_PyYJbj4ZAob1zo8D4n3xU/" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then the text came in. All of the details in a lovely text with excitement and happy emojis and completely reflective of how I felt when I was getting the invitation. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I couldn't do this! I couldn't go workout with a bunch of people I didn't know who were probably in great shape and knew how to do all of the exercises in the whole wide world with absolute perfection and look stunning while doing them! Nay nay! I ain't goin'.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I swear, if the clouds had opened and a ray of light from God had shined down upon me at that moment, I wouldn't have been surprised. Because it was the little miracle I needed to push through this moment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Out of nowhere, I could hear <a href="http://www.totallytruestory.com/2013/06/therapy-and-manterpretation.html" target="_blank">my therapist, Steve</a>, say to me, "So many people get social anxiety. Anxiety is fear related. You just need to ask yourself what you're afraid of and then determine if it's a rational fear. It usually isn't."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What was I afraid of? 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THIS TIME I was going to conquer all of the ridiculous anxiety crap like a badass Linus would've done!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElzk0_SGHqnJvkDqqkSrffxPo7OCHqbL-J4ypp7r5MzNcSEKs-mtNXUpEtSvj_xx23UHUKP8sJYo5VkZ5XcbhMjDYQcVcZvHGS-SjGFbtUVq36XCn2AszbSPRbxkBrIdRc21AjeiJfxY/s282/Unknown-1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="179" data-original-width="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElzk0_SGHqnJvkDqqkSrffxPo7OCHqbL-J4ypp7r5MzNcSEKs-mtNXUpEtSvj_xx23UHUKP8sJYo5VkZ5XcbhMjDYQcVcZvHGS-SjGFbtUVq36XCn2AszbSPRbxkBrIdRc21AjeiJfxY/" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Remember my tribe that I mentioned? I needed to feel safe and loved and I was going to pluck two of my girls up out of the gang and call 'em to town. I had already given myself the answer when I told Trish I was coming. The girls already know I'm a big klutzy doofus. And if I spaz out or cant keep up or feel judged, I just have to look over and they will be ready to laugh with me, armed with some sort of hilarious feedback that makes me feel like none of that even matters. </div><div><br /></div><div>Every time that anxious demon pops up in my head and I think, "Just cancel. You can work out at home. No one will even notice that you aren't there," I remember that I committed to this with my friends and they will be there to support me just like I will be there to support them. Linus says CRACK!</div><div><br /></div><div>Wish me luck. It's tomorrow. I'll let you know how it goes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Because I AM going to be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo,</div><div>Vicki</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><br /></span></font></div>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-40418230214351458032020-06-04T17:24:00.002-04:002020-12-04T12:04:34.228-05:00Fresh Start, an Apology and Some Advice<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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WOW! It's been over a year since I last wrote. My, how things have changed in the world!<br />
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I saw an excellent post on Facebook recently about 2020 bringing about the 1918 Pandemic, 1929 Depression and 1968 Race Riots back all at once. These three things at once have definitely tested our resourcefulness and fortitude during the the past few months. Even more so, we have certainly discovered where many of our fellow Americans sit in regards to discrimination and loyalty, through their words and/or actions. We've been tested physically, mentally, financially and emotionally.<br />
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I've been itching to get back to blogging for the past few months, but the things that matter the most to me right now are some hot topics that are better left to "bigger actions and stronger forums". Not some blog that will only invite people to take sides and argue points. The "keyboard warriors" are gonna have to look elsewhere. Instead, I implore you to <b><i><u>use your energy to take action</u></i></b>. Didn't your mama tell you.....<br />
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And while you're at it, stop hoarding paper goods! I swear one of the toilet paper companies started the need to hoard TP, because I can't understand what the logic was behind this worldwide need to stockpile the stuff.<br />
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Being a rather light and airy blog, I'm taking it back to its roots. This blog began as a "mommy blog", became a "diet blog" and ended up being something more along the lines of a "total-health quest blog". We are going to continue with that, okay?</div>
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I do want to apologize to anyone who felt that my posts misled them in any way due to the financial cost. Everything I posted was factual and sincere. However, I didn't consider that some people may have felt as though omitting the price of the program led to them pursuing an option that they never would have pursued had they been given that information. I will say with 100% certainty that I never thought of the price because to me, personally, it was invaluable. I just wanted to share my success. <br />
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The first person I went to was <b>Summer Innanen</b>. OMG, I love her! I read her book and decided that she was the girl for me. She is relatable, sensitive, funny, insightful, and she says it like it is. There are so many options at so many financial levels for women who are aiming for help with disordered eating AND Body Positive Living (a/k/a loving yourself right now!). Plus, she is accessible. You're not a number or a payment. </div>
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After Summer, I realized that I had no idea how to eat like a normal person. I had no idea how to eat and exercise. I wasn't a gym person. I ate cereal, loaded ham sandwiches and pizza. Diet food was gone from my life, so what in the hell was I supposed to eat???? I had injuries that needed to be considered when choosing how to exercise, and the only plans I saw were either for already fit people or people who wanted to do a boot camp.</div>
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The second person I went to was <b>Trish English</b>, the owner of O.N.E Optimal Nutrition Exercise. All of that stuff I mentioned above? She does that. And if you DO like the gym and know how to eat, she will STILL teach you stuff you didn't know to make your life even better. I say LIFE because she doesn't just focus on your body. She focuses on the ENTIRE thing. Mind, body, soul. As a yoga teacher, kick box instructor and personal trainer who spent a verrrrrrrrry long time studying the science of how nutrition affects your body, she's got it all. </div>
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Can you believe that 2019 is right around the corner? Time to start writing the year wrong (once again) for another 2 months! Whoo hooo! <br />
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2018 has been a truly metamorphic year for me and I'm really excited to see what the next phase is. I've spent the past year digging deep and breaking down bad thought processes, so 2019 is going to be all about building my crazy self back up with some new "internal architecture". (I totally made that up....it sounds fancy, no?)<br />
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It's not packaged pretty, but here is my final video of this year and I felt like the message itself was more important than making sure I stopped scratching my nose so much or taking a break to fix my hair. It all flowed rather nicely in my brain, but it didn't come out quite as smoothly. But, alas, it is ME. And look at that ENTICING thumbnail! (For the love of Peter Paul and Mary....ARGH!!!)<br />
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I wish you all a very happy new year and thank you for sticking with me during this roller coaster ride of 2018! <br />
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1- What would it be like to never diet again? <i>(oh, stop the nonsense!)</i><br />
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2 - Can you imagine not caring how many calories you ate or how many steps you walked or what an actual serving size of everything is? <i>(of course not....I need numbers! I need stats! I'm changing my body, dammit!)</i></div>
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3 - Where would you spend the money you save if you stopped buying prepared food, diet supplements, weight loss programs, exercise or diet apps? <i>(hmmmmm.....I'm not even sure how much I spend....)</i></div>
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4 - How would it feel to look in the mirror and be pleased with what you saw after doing everything above?</div>
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<i><b>Wait.... WHAT? Who would ever believe such malarky is even possible????!</b></i></div>
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Well, there's ME, for starters. And thousands of other women are getting on the band wagon, too. </div>
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Do you consider yourself a slave to the diet culture? Here's the second part to the quiz to help you figure that out:</div>
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5 - If you are doing a weight loss program today and "are bad and eat off program", do you tell yourself that you might as well finish out the day eating whatever you want, and you can "start fresh tomorrow"? <i>(The day is ruined already, so why not stuff my face with forbidden food as I wallow in it.)</i></div>
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6 - Do you think if you aren't watching every calorie you eat, every carb you ingest and how many steps you walk each day, that you'll surely gain tons of weight? <i>(Losing control is exactly how I got myself into this situation! I won't make that mistake again!)</i></div>
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8 - Are YOU the person you blame when you lose weight and then stop dieting and gain it all back? (<i>Well, who ELSE would I blame??</i>)</div>
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So, how many times did the words in italics make you say, "That's exactly right"?</div>
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They are all normal reactions among those involved in the diet culture in some way. It's okay! Every year, 45 million other humans on this planet spend $33 billion on the quest for weight loss too! I was one of them for over two decades. </div>
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And the thought of even <i>entertaining</i> the answers to the first four questions would have felt like a ridiculous waste of time during that part of my life. I would have considered those concepts to be total nonsense......pish posh!! Those are pipe dreams, right? (or ARE they?? π€)</div>
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The second set of questions actually gives me anxiety..... both now and during the previous twenty years. In my head I hear 'Self Control! Failure! Self Control! Failure!' as answers to all of them. I can't believe I lived so long with such a negative attitude.<br />
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This year, 2018, has been a year of introspection; and not necessarily because I planned it that way! I never could have imagined that breaking my wrist in February would force me down this path of self discovery and transformation. There was a whole part of my "Vicness" that was very silent and trying to stay unnoticed because it didn't want to change.</div>
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HOW DOES SOMEONE HAVE AN EATING DISORDER FOR 20 YEARS AND NOT KNOW IT??? For me, this happened because it was a side effect of getting totally sucked into the lifestyle of dieting!!! I still weigh the same and along the way, I acquired <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Binge_eating_disorder" target="_blank">Binge Eating Disorder</a>. </div>
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This May, I completed Lydia Wente's <a href="http://www.lydiawente.com/" target="_blank">Beat The Binge</a>. Step one for me was to identify and treat my eating disorder. I knew in my gut that the program would help me find answers for wellness and recovery, but I never imagined that the program would be the kick-off for even <i>another</i> level of self discovery. </div>
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Beginning June 4th, I will be doing a program to help me find a BIG OLE YES for the answer to Question 4 above. And after that, I have MORE to do! It's so exciting! </div>
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While part of me can NOT imagine saying, "I think I look awesome just as I am!" at this point of my life, I remind myself that in February, I couldn't imagine NOT eating 2 pounds of Reeces Miniature Peanut Butter Cups, one or two sleeves of graham crackers, 1/2 a box of Lil Bites and a 3-serving bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats to top it off..... IN ONE SITTING..... QUITE FREQUENTLY!!!!! I won't even get into the damage done at Dunkin Donuts or with Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. <br />
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Join me in Summer Innanen's <a href="https://summerinnanen.com/body-image-remix-course/" target="_blank">Body Image Remix 21 Day Program</a> beginning June 2018. Learn how to love yourself outside of the diet culture, just as you are. It IS possible.<br />
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There's no food or equipment to buy! And you get her book for free! I read the book.....it's awesome!</div>
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Summer has a number of recurring programs, as she is a body image, self-confidence, body positivity and self-image coach.....a total powerhouse in the body positivity movement! And who doesn't need one of those???<br />
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Many blessings,<br />
Vicki<br />
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Earlier this month, I completed Lydia Wente's Beat The Binge program, and HOT DAMN.... I am PSYCHED!</div>
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Lydia recently invited me to do an "exit interview" after graduating the program and I was quite honored to be a part of it. God knows that after dealing my wackiness on a daily basis for 8 weeks, I should do <i>anything</i> she asks of me. </div>
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The fact is that the whole process was amazing. And I had..... get this..... an incredible time! Yup. I said βincredibleβ, and I mean it!<br />
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Granted, there were some tough moments as I tried to find answers to overcoming my<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Binge_eating_disorder" target="_blank"> eating disorder</a>, but when the answers came, they always left me wanting more. Every step was even more exciting and educating, leading me to WANT to search for more answers. It never once felt tedious or boring. <b>This was self-discovery at its finest AND most enjoyable.</b></div>
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And if I had a dollar for every "Ah-HA!" moment that I had, I'd be a happy camper. I always love a good "Ah-HA!" moment.</div>
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There is nothing else out there that even compares to <a href="http://www.lydiawente.com/" target="_blank">Lydia's program</a>. Lydia is so knowledgeable and just brilliant in her field. An extra bonus is that she has such a warm heart and fun personality! Here we are discussing my experience with the Beat The Binge program:</div>
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If you know anyone who might benefit from <a href="http://www.lydiawente.com/" target="_blank">Lydia's program,</a> please share this post or her video via social media or email.... or whatever it is that you do to pass on interesting info! </div>
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Truthfully, there are probably many people in our lives who WOULD benefit from this but we just don't know it. No one knew how much I needed Lydia's help until I discovered it myself. I would have been so grateful if someone had pointed me in her direction much earlier.</div>
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Please share. You may be doing an enormous favor for someone you care about!</div>
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PS. Part Two of my finding freedom is coming verrrrrrrrry soon. Like, tomorrow!</div>
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<b><i>This ABSOLUTELY is NOT a paid endorsement for the Brain Over Binge Program!! Just the facts....according to me (and hundreds of others π)</i></b></div>
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I'm not really sure how to even begin. <br />
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I've owed you an apology for so long, but only recently realized this.<br />
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I think I should start by saying thank you. Thank you for putting so much into our life together. Thank you for keeping me going when I thought I couldn't continue. Thank you for all of the things you have done for me and for how perfectly you've done them.<br />
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I can't imagine how I overlooked your grace, beauty and fluidity. Instead, I was busy focusing on the things about you that I wish were different. It's disgraceful. I promise you that I will take the time to appreciate all of the things about you that are beautiful. I will say nice things to you from now on and I will begin with your beauty.<br />
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You are unique and beautiful and strong and brilliant. You do miraculous things every day that I don't entirely understand, and often I don't praise you for them. I should be shouting from the rooftop how incredible you are!<br />
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Thank you for tolerating me every time I was harsh in my treatment of you, or when I spoke of you so cruelly. I regret that I criticized you or lashed out at you, and meanwhile you were forced to tolerate it. You've had no choice but to carry on. If any other friend or family member said the things about me that I have said about you, I would have disowned them. <br />
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I wanted you to change constantly. I've deprived you of what you needed in hopes that you would change, and when you didn't, I insulted you and claimed that something was wrong with you. The cruelty is mind-blowing. I feel such shame over this.<br />
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It is impossible to comprehend how you endured the endless comparisons to others! If someone had told me that so-and-so was prettier or more perfect than me, I would have said that they were being verbally abusive. I have been the reproachful one and I was totally oblivious.<br />
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I am begging you to forgive me and to find a way to trust me again. I will let you be you and allow you to function in the ways you are supposed to. In time, I hope that you will feel safe enough with me to "just do you" and not try to jump hoops to try to conform to who I thought you should be. You are perfect and I will treat you that way from now on.<br />
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Today I will turn over a new leaf. I promise. I will say nice things to you. I will talk nicely about you to others. I will take time to appreciate all of your gifts. I will give you things you've asked for but arrogantly felt you couldn't handle or didn't deserve. <br />
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I am <i>so grateful</i> that you haven't given up on me or turned on me......and I'm sorry that it's taken me this long to see how poorly I've treated you.<br />
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Thank you for always giving me another chance.<br />
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I only have one body, and you are it. Without you I am nothing. <br />
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I had to pause there and think that one through. Was there any point in my life where I would actually agree to go temporarily insane in order to lose weight? And the answer was YES. I'm very sad for that version of Me. Desperate times, people. Desperate times.<br />
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I've completed my sixth week on <a href="http://www.lydiawente.com/home-1/" target="_blank">Lydia Wente's Beat the Binge</a> program and I'm just so pleased with the entire process. My next post will explain how life changing it was for me in greater detail, but as of now I can tell you that I have NOT binged in over six weeks. It's the first time in over 20 years. I feel informed, educated, enlightened, supported, loved (yes, LOVED!) and free! <br />
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First, a few people reached out to me about their confusion over whether overeating is the same as binging. It's not. To help you understand the difference, I made the quick video below:<br />
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Part of the freedom I've gained is due to the acceptance of the previously alluded-to diet news. I think you'll find this as interesting as I did:<br />
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So, what do you think? I imagine there are a number of people who refuse to accept that diets don't work, or that there isn't a magic pill/drink/program out there to take our weight loss woes away. That's completely understandable as many of us (and I say US because it was my way of thinking for 30 years as well) have put all of our hope into this one belief. It's our only salvation if we "ever want to find true happiness and the ability to love our bodies". That one diet/drink/program/pill is our Holy Grail! If not for that, what hope do we have???!<br />
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While we are busy spending money on trying everything that the diet industry is trying to shove down our throats (pun totally intended), the answer sits before us every moment of every day. And it's FREE. No joke. FREE.<br />
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As the diet industry pushes us over the edge of insanity, urging us to spend every waking moment planning and counting and buying helpful weight loss aids, inner peace and freedom stares back at us in the mirror. Unfortunately, most of us don't believe that this is even possible. In our minds, if we can't lose weight WITH the help of "science", how can we possibly do with WITHOUT?<br />
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The reality is that the true science is within us, but we keep messing with it. The "fake science" (not related to Trump's "fake news"), has tricked us into believing that we need their extra help, when the truth is that every time we take their extra help, we get further and further from our goal. <br />
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So, what am I getting at? <br />
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Our bodies know how to do "this" already. With the exception of some of us with medical issues, our bodies are built to keep us alive and healthy and in shape. The science behind the human body will help you with balancing your weight as long as <b>you treat it well</b>. We need to stop putting crappy food and metabolism- destroying substances into our bodies and let it do its job! Like a good employee, if you treat your body well, you will get good results!<br />
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Put good, healthy food in your body and it will run with peak performance. Stop with the "something better"! Every time you use "something better", you are pushing your body further from optimal performance and creating a longer recovery period when you finally figure all of this all out. <br />
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But you CAN do it. Give your body a chance to undo all of the "mystery miracles" that you've tried to enhance it, let your body regulate itself and do its job. It's very capable if you let just treat it well.<br />
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This next video is great! It's one of my favorites. I've been dying to share Lydia's video about what happens to your body after you stop restricting (i.e. dieting) or bingeing. If it doesn't click the first time, watch it again. After all, it's under 5 minutes and she's very entertaining! :-)<br />
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If you are like me and spent numerous years binge eating and dieting your way through life, PLEASE <a href="http://getmasterclass.pages.ontraport.net/" target="_blank">click here</a> for <b><a href="http://getmasterclass.pages.ontraport.net/" target="_blank">Lydia's 5 Elements to End Binge Eating FREE Masterclass</a>. </b>She's so amazing and I just absolutely adore her. (More about that next time π)<br />
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Howdy partners! It's been awhile. I hope you're enjoying this slightly chilly transition into Spring. I think Mother Nature is done asking us to "hold her beer" so she can show off with her dazzling displays of bombagenesis and whatnot. Finally.....βtis time for blooming, everyone!<br />
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The great thing about Spring is that it's a fresh beginning for the Earth. Everything that grows gets to come out and reveal itself in all of its glory. <br />
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I'm having a Personal Spring of my own.<br />
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I was quite nervous about this post. No, <i>quite</i> isn't the word. I was <i>SERIOUSLY FREAKING NERVOUS</i> about this post. Yeah, that's more accurate. (And the caps are totally necessary.)<br />
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I had a physical setback in the form of a broken bone at the beginning of February. For 40+ years, I've avoided any physical injury that might seriously interfere with my life. Mental drama, sure! Physical trauma, not so much. <br />
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The funny thing about physical trauma is that in the true fashion of misery, it loves company.... in the form of mental drama. Being unable to do every day things like brush my hair or put on a bra or cut up vegetables or even open a can of pet food wreaked havoc on my brain. For someone who prides themselves on being independent and able to take on the world, all of this sent me into a fit of depression. <br />
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(Side note: Nothing is worse than needing your husband to help you with personal feminine items, just in case you were wondering what the worst part could have been. It was humbling and mortifying, to say the least.)<br />
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So, there I was in my deep depression, needing assistance, and randomly bursting into a pity party at any moment when I had an awakening. A Personal Spring of sorts. <br />
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The situation revealed that my preferred method of coping with stress was not normal. It was far from normal and it was spiraling out of control. For 20+ years, I developed and perfected a coping mechanism that no one knew about. <br />
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How did I do this for so long and not realize it was a problem, not a solution?! When had my extreme behavior become normalized in my mind?! Had I gone too far to turn back?! <br />
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I was so good at keeping my behavior a secret that no one knew. No one. Not my family. Not my dearest friends. Not even my pets! (Cuz pets are people too, you know. They see crap; they just don't tell anyone.) (I know....it's not normal.)<br />
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Unable to cope with the reality of my situation, I knew I had to tell someone because, <i>clearly,</i> I wasn't able to help myself. I didn't even see myself as "messed up" until 20 years had passed! So, I swallowed my shame and embarrassment and pride and told my husband. And he encouraged me to tell my mom as well. And before I knew it, I had stopped running in circles and began moving forward in a straight line.<br />
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You know, I bet it was the dizziness from running in circles for 20 years that had me thinking everything was normal! I am blond, you know.<br />
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So, in conclusion, let me introduce you to my Personal Spring. (<a href="https://youtu.be/yNg3T2fbmyY" target="_blank">Click here if you do not see a video below</a>)<br />
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That scared the bejeezus out of me. All of the thoughts and fears I had of being judged or wondering if my friends would treat me differently were pushed aside when I asked my mom, "What do you think about me putting this out there?"<br />
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Her answer? "We need to share things like this. Maya Angelou did it when she put out <i>I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings </i>about the hardships she went through and she made a difference. So, why wouldn't you talk about this?" My mother made me feel like I was as important as Maya Angelou, y'all! How freaking awesome is she at being a mom?! Damn, I'm lucky!<br />
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I also feel compelled to add this statement in reference to this post and other previous blog posts:<br />
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Lydia Wente's site: <a href="http://www.lydiawente.com/" target="_blank">http://www.lydiawente.com</a><br />
Lydia's YouTube channel:<br />
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<a br="" href="https://www.youtube.com/user/Lydiapher" ta="">https://www.youtube.com/user/Lydiapher</a> (start with the video marked [#1])<br />
Summer Innanen's book: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/ycdxxw9l" target="_blank">https://tinyurl.com/ycdxxw9l</a><br />
Wendy Hendry's book: <a href="https://tinyurl.com/y7yvuckz" target="_blank">https://tinyurl.com/y7yvuckz</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I imagine you've heard the news about the opioid epidemic in America. You may have heard about Prince and Tom Petty, both of whom were prescribed this powerful narcotic for their pain, only to die from accidental overdoses. Chances are that you thought that they were taking it to get high and thatβs how they overdosed. Iβd bet the bank that the true story is something entirely different. I'm guessing that it's actually an extremely sad ending to a very common situation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Perhaps you know someone who had multiple back surgeries, like my husband did, or maybe a cancer patient who is in terrible pain and has one of those Fentanyl patches on their body. Or maybe they wear <i><b>multiple</b></i> patches, like Justin did. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Justin is one of the few lucky ones to have a happy ending to his opioid story. As of a few weeks ago, following seven years of wearing Fentenyl patches for pain management, my husband is finally free of it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">And in regards to the coffee I raved about at the beginning of the video, you can <a href="https://www.facebook.com/vicki.wolf.3" target="_blank">request a free sample via my Facebook Page by clicking HERE</a> </span></div>
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Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-35168953694059792712018-01-10T19:15:00.000-05:002018-01-10T19:18:40.480-05:00Magic Beans....Coffee BeansIt's been an interesting bunch of days here at the Wolf Den. Lots of changes and discoveries and stuff like that there. 2018 has already got things movin' and shakin'.<br />
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I promised that I'd share this new discovery and the easiest way to accomplish this task is two-fold. First, I'm going to make you listen to me talk about it because it's just too much to type here. Plus I'm all jazzed up with excitement about finding something so awesome. After years of fighting sugar cravings and praying for help, I feel like I found a miracle! </div>
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I did some research and development (R&D = drinking the coffee) and I feel like it's time to share. Here's how we're gonna do this: </div>
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Isn't it such a relief that in 2018 almost every financial transaction that we make is now electronic?? This relieves us of the frustration we used to feel at the beginning of each year when you'd write the date wrong on all of your checks and then have to put your initials next to the scribble where you tried to fix it instead of writing out a whole new check. Oh, the needless check wasting! (That used to fry my arse every time...grrrrr!)<br />
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See....already 2018 is better than 2017. <br />
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So, did you make a resolution for the New Year?<br />
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Does it have anything to do with a diet or exercise or eating better or working out?<br />
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If so, good for you! I've failed at the New Year Day Diet resolution too many times in my 44 years to risk it. I feel like I'll jinx myself if I try it again, so I did the obvious thing. I started on December 31st instead.<br />
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On the morning of December 31st, I got on the scale and looked at the food in my house and said, "Well, let's leave this disaster in the past, shall we?" That day I went back to the healthy eating that I was doing with everyone in October and November. My holiday anti-sugar sabbatical is O-VAH. <br />
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Sugar done me wrong AGAIN, dammit. It makes me so angry! Cuz I was so SURE that sugar had changed just in time for the holidays and would no longer give me anxiety and crabby moods and inflammation and a bloated gut. I had detoxed from sugar with you all before Thanksgiving and I just knew that some miracle had to have occurred that would allow me to eat sugar and feel fabulous.<br />
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As stupid as that all sounds, what else could I have been thinking when I started eating the desserts and treats and candy? Huh? What? I ate much smaller quantities of sugar (and not one damn latte.... score for me!), but I was still putting it into my body and expecting different results from the past.<br />
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By now you all know that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, right? Well, my thoughts that eating sugar, albeit in much smaller amounts, would suddenly be okay for me was just total insanity. I am a person who is negatively affected, both mentally and physically, by sugar in all forms. This is a fact. It's equivalent to being an alcoholic and thinking that you can just have one drink here or there. Actually, here's one from my past.....<br />
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When I quit smoking cigarettes, the best piece of advice I ever got was from a limo driver on the way to the airport. He told me that I had to be done forever to be successful. "Don't ever look at a cigarette and think that you can just have one or two and go back to quitting. It's not possible. You weren't a social smoker. You smoked every day. You need to be done forever. Quitting means quitting, not pausing."<br />
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A year later, I was entertaining fellow employees who were visiting our New Jersey office from California. They were young and fun and wanted to go out for drinks in Manhattan. Our company gave us a car and driver and off we went. I also went off of my Quitting Wagon the minute the girls lit up their Newport Light cigarettes. <br />
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"Want one?" they both asked simultaneously.<br />
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I had already consumed a few alcoholic beverages and, being the lightweight drinker that I am, I succumbed to peer pressure and lit up. (Yes, I know it's not actually peer pressure, but in my head I was trying to be part of the gang and peer pressured <i>myself</i> right into it.)<br />
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I didn't smoke one or two or ten. I smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in just under 4 hours. Yup! It tallies up to one menthol cigarette (which I never smoked before, by the way) being lit every 12 minutes. <br />
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Afterward, spent an hour in the bathroom at Sushi Samba trying to make myself throw up because I had actually given myself nicotine poisoning. I was nauseous and dizzy and kneeling on the floor of one of the tiny little rooms with a toilet in it, holding myself upright with one hand on each wall, praying (PRAYING!) that I would vomit or die as soon as possible. <br />
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For the record, I did go back to smoking again for a few months.... until I moved into a smoke-free apartment. Nothing squelches a desire to inhale carcinogens and tar like standing outside at midnight in blistering winds and single digit temperatures while shaking in your jammies and trying to keep your cigarette lit. EFF THAT!<br />
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Here I am, a decade later doing <i>the same thing</i> with sugar. It's just like giving up any bad habit; you need to struggle and just quit....not pause.<br />
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In true dieter's fashion, I took photos on December 31st too. No make up. No special outfit to attempt to hide my chubby spots. And if it hadn't been so damn cold, I would've put on shorts and a t-shirt. I have one of <i>those</i> photos from the fall and things don't look much different now, so I'll have to dig that up. But here I am! <br />
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I'm not going to throw a weight number out there or list my measurements. (I will say that I'm a size 14 for comparative purposes - lol) I didn't want to get distracted by my scale. Here's how meaningless those number truly are..... Someone told me that they always weigh themselves before and after they poop in the morning. Why? Because the number AFTER they pooped was always lower. So, my question was, "Are you aware that neither of those weights are your actual weight then? Because all day you fluctuate..... poop builds up, poop comes out.....it's just a mind game that you play with yourself to see a better number and think you're lighter." It's totally equivalent to when I get on the scale and then get off and shush it across the room with my foot and get on again, hoping for a lighter number. And sometimes it is! Which one is more accurate? Who the hell knows!<br />
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At this point, I'm really aiming for visual change. More so, I want to FEEL the change. My knees stopped cracking after I lost the 10lbs in Oct/Nov. But my body still aches. I want the rest of me to feel better too. <br />
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I would also like to lose the back fat. It's just unsightly. π©<br />
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Anyway, here's a little rambling message from me (as if I haven't said enough already, right?) Happy New Year!<br />
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Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-52458587702409847642017-11-15T17:52:00.000-05:002018-01-03T19:42:18.823-05:00130 Pounds of WHAT?I can't believe a month has gone by already! Thank you all for following along with me on this journey. It's become a lot more than I anticipated!<br />
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I never expected to learn as much as I have this past month. What started out as a vlog about losing weight became a quest for information about why I can't escape the clutches of unhealthy food.</div>
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Many moons ago, I took a Nutrition Course in college from Annmarie Colbin, a brilliant woman who owns a culinary school in Manhattan and has published multiple books about food and nutrition. She opened my eyes to the disgusting crap that can be found in food. The education I got on olive oil and fat free condiments alone was worth the price of those credits (plus she's very funny, which made me love her even more!)</div>
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Then I became a health coach after losing weight 3 years ago and learned so much about how our bodies work in regards to what we put in them from Dr. Wayne Anderson (another very witty fella). I have to admit that my weight gain had NOTHING to do with everything that he taught me. Had I continued eating like a normal healthy human being, I would still be 33lbs lighter! </div>
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So, imagine my surprise when I started this journey and gained all of this insight on will power and sugar and cravings. Today, I gained another tiny tidbit that has knocked my socks off and I thought I'd share: </div>
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Oh yes. Can you see the light more clearly now? I know I can! I think that if we consumed 130 pounds of anything slightly addictive in one year we would surely be a slave to it by the time we finished. </div>
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However, I don't think it's really fair to only post when things are going well. It's not realistic either. If nothing else, I'd like to remain genuine during this process, so that means I need to include the good AND the bad.<br />
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If you have any words of wisdom, please feel free to share!!!<br />
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So, here's my update.....I tried to lighten it up a bit:<br />
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Do you know what that means?<br />
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That means that there were 100 times that I felt the need to talk to strangers. Yup. <br />
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Because if I know you, you've probably heard a lot of what I've babbled or ranted on and on about. You probably got it straight from the horse's mouth at one time or another. <br />
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I'll have you know that I didn't realize this little 100th Post factoid until after I did my little video, so there will be no celebratory hooplah going on. In fact, I was so jazzed up about my topic today that I almost didn't write anything here at all. I was going to just post the video.<br />
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As I've mentioned in previous posts, I'm really digging this book I've been reading, <i>The Willpower Instinct </i>by Kelly McGonigal, PhD. I've never been a "sciency" person, so I was surprised that this book grabbed my attention and held it for so long. Even mores, I can't believe how excited I am to share and relate to the information. <br />
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I've been struggling with my biology for a long time. In my brain, I can be a size 2 with no problem! But then something sneaky creeps up and pushes me off my path, and I'm left standing there going, WHYYYYY????!!! <br />
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I now see that I have to evaluate my ENTIRE self to understand why I keep sabotaging myself. It's not all physical and it's not all mental. It's everything. And I'm a bit uninformed. But I'm learning! I'll probably get it all figured out when I'm 93.... or 10 minutes before I get taken out by foliage (because, as I've mentioned, foliage is going to be what causes my demise!)<br />
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Today's video is about dopamine. And manipulation. And hot pretzels. And struggle. And monsters. And Christmas music. Oh yeah..... it's got ALL of those things in it. Prepare yourself!<br />
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<br /></div>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-74595597668277489612017-11-04T18:09:00.001-04:002018-01-03T19:43:02.265-05:00What So Funny?Thursday was completely craptastic in regards to "regular life". I define Regular Life as everything that happens beyond my control. Truck breaks down, clients neighbor yells at me for my clients dog's behavior, I step in dog crap, etc. Just <i>life</i>. <br />
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As my incredibly fabulous therapist has trained me to do (nope.....still not sharing his info....he's too valuable and I'm kinda greedy with my sanity maintenance), I "used my humor" to cope with the stressful things going on around me. It also made me consider that laughter could be handy with getting me through the really tough craving times. So, I have downloaded my favorite stand up shows to my phone for those moments when sugar starts screaming my name. I'll let you know how that works out. R&D starts now.<br />
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One of my top prerequisites in choosing relationships is a sense of humor. You can only understand how important this quality is when find yourself buckled over, laughing your ass off.... only to look at the person you're with and see that they haven't even mustered up a smirk. Utter disappointment. Relationship O-VAH!<br />
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On the flip side, have you ever had a laugh so hard that the person you were with only has to say one word or short phrase, and for the rest of your life the two of you will giggle when you hear it? (Audrey: chiffon! Craig: Supplies! Kelly & Rose: CAA. Ron: she turned me into a newt...I got bettah!) That's totally priceless to me!<br />
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That's what my ramblings are about this time. Please leave recommendations in the comments if you have any!!! I'm always looking for new stuff!<br />
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I had wanted to share one particular clip of Eddie Murphy (Google "Eddie Murphy finding an African wife"), but I try to avoid posting things that might make my mama call me immediately and yell, "I just saw what you posted....You need to take that down immediately!" (And yes, that has happened to me at the ripe old age of 45....and I obeyed)<br />
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So, here are some "less-profane" samples of the comedians I mentioned:<br />
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Jim Breuer:<br />
This is an older bit, but my favorite story that he tells with an impression....the glorious Dave Chapelle. I can SEE it in my head:<br />
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Eddie Izzard:<br />
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<br /></div>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-29753419081729957542017-11-01T16:12:00.002-04:002018-01-03T19:43:18.440-05:00Three Days of Diet InsanityThat's what it felt like. Insanity. Especially with anything that involved me trying to eat (and DRINK) correctly.<br />
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I took a few moments each day to record a video, but I couldn't seem to process written words in my brain. Maybe it was the latte withdrawals. <br />
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Regardless of the reason, here I am with three different video reports. I'm sorry to overwhelm you with my Vickiness, but that's just kinda how it worked out. <br />
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Let's start with Day One of Lattelessness. It was a doozie, but I think I'm officially "off the lattes". Here we go:<br />
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Yesterday was kinda rough. I wasn't feeling so good about myself for most of the day. My self image was kinda in the crapper, which had me feeling a bit nervous before trick or treating. I hate "non-delusional days" when the reality of my situation kicks in. You'll see what I mean:<br />
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And last but certainly not least, here's my post-Halloween report. I had some interesting research and development (good ole R&D!) findings that I wish someone else would test with me, as well as a little message at the end for my friends who have not been sucked into "the parent vortex".<br />
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Hope you all had a nice Halloween, and here's a little giggler that I found on the website of an awesome local author, Heather M. Gardner, who writes fabulous romance novels:<br />
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<br /></div>Vickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-20304572992416662012017-10-29T14:16:00.002-04:002017-10-29T14:33:30.345-04:00The Final Betrayal By My Arch NemesisSounds like a juicy headline, doesn't it?
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There's no interpersonal drama going on, so if you're looking for seedy gossip, I apologize.<br />
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But I am angry. And I'm annoyed. And just plain pissed. π <br />
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Day 14 isn't going as planned, but I guess that is to be expected. And to be honest, I never found it to be much fun to follow people who have their "eternal bliss" on display at all times. Rest assured, there's no bliss here today! <br />
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And I hope you weren't terribly distracted by my half missing makeup or the random dog hair all over my sweatshirt. Just trying to keep it real π<br />
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Love to you all xoxox β€οΈVickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419957974667532761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405815472164083902.post-21225387820298528042017-10-27T23:32:00.000-04:002017-10-27T23:43:55.021-04:00Biological Bruhaha and Things Like That ThereWait until you see the thumbnail photo that goes with my blog video this time. Oh my frickin' gawd. <br />
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Go ahead. Take a minute to scroll down and have a gander. It's effin' atrocious. π <br />
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I'm going to make it my mission to find out how to change those damn things. I can't get over how YouTube manages to find the most hideous facial expression in each video and then says, "Yes. Yes, this is the one. This one represents the theme of the video most accurately." Then there's a pause, followed by the loudest "MUA-HA-HA-HA-HA" ever.<br />
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Bastages. (I'm shaking my fist at them)<br />
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Anywho! I crammed a lot of babble into today's video. I'll be honest .....it took multiple takes for me to get this done in under 12 minutes. <br />
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For those of you who wondered exactly how long it would take me to figure this piece of information out: <br />
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I am now fully aware that I ramble <strike>on occasion</strike> ....often. I am sorry. I am especially sympathetic to my mother, who has to listen to me babble like this daily. She doesn't get to escape the wrath of my rambles like the rest of you do. <br />
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I love you, mama! π<br />
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With that being said, I made a bit of a boo-boo yesterday, but I managed to turn it into a learning lesson. A "teachable moment", if you will. After my confession, I analyzed the bejeezus out of my behavior and came up with this:<br />
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For those of you who made it past minute 10, I am very sincere about my gratitude. Thank you so much for keeping me on track. I'd be grateful if I had only <b><i>one</i></b> person who is tolerating my jibber-jabber right now.... even if that one person is just sitting there waiting for me to screw up! π Motivation is motivation, no matter how ya' get it. Fortunately, Im far more blessed than that and I appreciate each one of you!!!<br />
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And to wrap this all up, I'm just going to include some entertaining memes. Why? Because I'm hoping that if a photo pops up when I post this video, IT'S NOT THE ONE FROM YOUTUBE! Sweet Jesus!<br />
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Love to you all! xoxoxox<br />
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<i>It's true! I'm like Joey from FRIENDS.... I just wanna put my fat pants on and eat!</i></div>
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Today was a big day for learnin'. I was feeling ancy and couldn't concentrate on any fictional books in my Audible stash, so I delved into some of health books in my archives. After a few hours, I was so excited about the information that had permeated my brain matter (I'm feeling like a smartypants....just humor me) that I decided that I had to share it with you right away. <br />
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In my excitement, I got a little tongue-tied a few times, but hopefully I get my points across. I was all worked up about my new "Pasta Intel". Take a peek and I'll clarify my point afterward:<br />
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I know that I stumbled through the bean info, so just to be a little more clear, let me write it out. A serving of black beans is usually one cup. In that cup, you'll get 12 yummy grams of protein and 9 filling grams of fiber. Whoo hooo! As a bonus, you get some fancy folate which (stokes) muscle growth, as well as some tasty copper to help strengthen your tendons. Yowza! Beans are sounding like a fabulous choice, aren't they? <br />
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And I wasn't foolin' when I mentioned that eating four servings of beans or legumes each week will accelerate weight loss. I feel a big ole batch of extra beany chili in my near future.<br />
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So, after the whole pasta and bean excitement died down, I listened to a new book that I found after searching on line for information about will power. Here's more about that..... and bear with me..... just when you start to worry about whether I had been drinking excessively while recording the following video, I bring it all together and make it simple. Enjoy! π<br />
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">I think that fall has officially arrived in New York State today. They claim that it arrived a while ago, but in my head, it's not officially autumn until you are no longer able to wear shorts in public and look like a normal person. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">The color change of the leaves and overcast skies are also an indication of fall....but if I see you in shorts, I'm judging you. Shorts should no longer be part of your wardrobe selection in New York, unless you're exercising.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">Which brings me to today's babble. The 80/20 rule is one of my favorites.....not to be confused with Van Halen's OU812, although it is also consumption related.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">(I know, I know....they all can't be witty little winners. Sorry π )</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">Anyway.....I did not inherit the Gym Joy Gene. I feel no rush of happiness when thinking about any exercise facility. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">None. Nada. Zippo. Zero. Zilch!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">Clearly, there must be a Gym Joy Gene in my family, because I frequently see pictures on Instagram of my older brother working out, or my little sister </span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 25.33333396911621px;">in the gym locker room, </span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">all jazzed up and ready to go and lift heavy shit.</span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">I look at those photos and feel a mixture of pride and envy; I'm very proud of them for taking such good care of themselves, but damn if I'm not envious of their drive to work out! (Or even to put on workout clothes.) The only drive I've ever had was the one that put my ass in a car to score myself some donuts!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">Fortunately there's that lovely 80/20 Rule that fits right into my own physical activity and exercise regimen. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">Scientific findings after my own heart!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: ".sfuitext"; font-size: 19pt;">Here's more about that:</span></div>
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I'm on day six of Operation Healthypants and I can't wait until this day is over! As always, there are ups and downs, because as someone very annoying once said, you wouldn't be able to appreciate the sad times if it weren't for the happy times. That person may have a very valid point, but today it's just a bunch of obnoxious words strung together to amplify how disgruntled I am at the moment.<br />
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