Show and Tell

Stuffs I See and Saw. Shown and Told.

Because.

I’m crazy like that.

Obviously.

Beach Hair

   

Love

Ham

Elixify

Fortify

(Rhymes with Horrify*)

 

Wisdom in the Waiting Room**

Prayer in the Waiting Room

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Join us. (If you want)

 

*Scary looking lunch = (Shroomoodles & Nori). You are welcome.

**Therapist’s waiting room. (Fugazi. Anyone? Bueller?)

• Show me something (link it) or tell me something please. I mean, if you want. Obviously.

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tickled pink

I’ve never been much of a “Tickled Pink” girl.

 

I’m more of a “Rainbow Brite” type.

But today? Pink has been a re-occuring theme. And I’m not complaining.

In fact, I’m tickled. By what?

This heavenly sight on my desk today.

My Mom has been gifting me with nectars of love for the past couple weeks. (Heaven knows I can’t afford them.)

Finding this little gem on Facebook. Sometimes you just have no words….and then suddenly you do. (thank you ecards)

By hot-pink construction equipment. Genius on so many levels. They’ll really catch your eye, huh? Not the best pic, but you get it.

And that is why I’m tickled pink.

And that was 0:45 seconds of your life you probably want back. LOL.

My point is….wait. I got nothing. How about this, find ONE thing (or person) today to be tickled by. (If you want).

Don’t I make it look fun??

     

What’s lighting your spirit up today?

PS – Though I am an ardent fan of pickles, idioms, phrases and messing around with words. I absolutely cannot say “whatever tickles your pickle” because…..*blush* i guess i have a dirty mind and it makes me feel funny.

PPS- Like my screen saver? I put a bird on it. (0;

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TGYWT – Your Gas is Grass

Thank Goodness Yesterday Was Thursday

Or, TGYWT! <—with necessary exclamation point.

Yes Siree Bob,  It’s that time again.

Because TGIF is so 1989. Because I’ve had a rough week.

Because I love me a good acronym. Because.

Here is my T,G,Y,W & T for the day.

T is for taking a breather.

I stepped out of the office for a bit and dined al-fresco.

G is for guilty and greedy, neither of which I am feeling about treating myself to a V.I.L.

($ Very Indulgent Libation $)

G is also for green green grass of home. The grass in South Florida can cut a…ummm…yankee.

Y is for You need to read this book. (If you want). Trust me. Do it now and thank me later.

W is for wondering why the gas nozzle won’t fit in my car.

Only to realize they design it to prevent blondes from pumping diesel in their mini vans. It’s like a square peg in a round hole.

This is the third time I have done that. Whatever. Totally Fine.

T is for Thank YOU (yes, you) for your beautiful, wise, encouraging and comforting feedback on my last few posts and always.

This weekend’s to do list? 

I might need some more Kombucha.

What’s your TGYW or T for the day?

PS – I really did go outside for a breather but decided to throw myself on the grass purely for illustrative purposes. Weird.

I’m glad I did though.

PPS – I would have hopped on the mail truck regardless.

 

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Must Dos, Pillar Power, Flipping Out, Freaking Out

A girl must do what must be done.

Particularly when one is about to become undone.

Like power up on caterpillar crack.

You know where I am going with this

(–>if not read here now and thank me later <–).

and Nectar of the Gods…

Who says money can’t buy you love?

Go Go Gadget Arm! (Seriously, how weird is this picture?)

Speaking of powerful arms,

I’m flipping out!

Weight Gain = Strength Gain

 

I used to be quite the yogini until 2003 when my body ate all my muscles. I could barely walk let alone do Ashtanga Yoga. Since then I have great difficulty getting back on the mat.

It’s emotionally taxing for me to “inhabit” my body so completely. Now that I’ve gained so much weight, I’m hoping that facing these fears on the mat will help me deal with them in everyday life.

Speaking of ups and downs* there’s this:

*weight, flips, handstands, downdog…etc.

Weight Gain in my Bootie = Weight Gain in my Wallet

(wha…??)

My dad left me some cash and instructed me to “get some decent clothes” (which my mind interprets as “fat clothes”).

I am FreAKiNG ThE FuNK ouT!!!

I’m becoming undone.

My parents have been begging to take me shopping for a while because I complain that none of my clothes fit. I have been quite successful in avoiding it thus far.

Dressing this bigger body of mine, like yoga, is equally emotional (by emotional I mean excruciatingly scary).

PS: You might be a crazy girl if a free shopping spree inspires panic.

But a girl must do what must be done.

Particularly when she’s come undone

• Got any fashion tips for me? I’m on a Target/Old Navy/Gap Outlet kind of budget.
• What are your “power through” foods.

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Windshield

*Warning – Ridiculous Pictures Ahead (as usual)*

On my way to work this morning I had a thought.

We’re supposed to look THROUGH the windshield,

not AT it.

If we stare at the glass, we’ll miss what’s going on around us.  We might crash. Just as in life. Focusing on internal matters and minutia, the cracks in our windshields,  takes us away from the world around us. We might accidently hurt ourselves or others and we ultimately miss a lot of beautiful scenery.

I need to remember this, because I get so trapped in my head.

I’m having a fat day week month … sigh. Never mind.

I’m getting slightly more comfortable with my weight gain but honestly? Every single second of every day I am excruciatingly AWARE of my body. Every inch. Thigh. Arm. Stomach. Thigh. Waistband. Shirt. Tight. Loose. Itchy….I wish I could explain it better.

Everyday I fight tooth and nail to accept weight gain. It’s REALLY difficult and tiring. It’s like staring at a crack in the windshield and trying to drive.

We’re supposed to LIVE IN our bodies,

not OBSESS OVER them.

I determined to try and get out of my head and into my body.

When the boss asked me to run an errand I took the opportunity to jump around a bit. Try to live in my body.

Skip to my lou, Shoo fly shoo.

*Ridiculous Pictures in three…two….one…*

Being ridiculous ALWAYS cheers me up.

Suddenly, I noticed it’s a GORGEOUS day today.

Blue skies, sunshine and a breeze through my hair.

 

I played some more.

 

Then my knees hurt. Ouch.

I used to do back handsprings and toe touches. Now, I have the body of an eighty-year old. Awesome. But shifting my focus…

I caught a few more glimpses of the day

And it’s back to work for me.

That’s okay, though. It’s FRIDAY!

*happychairdancing*

  

Cheers!

This weekend let’s remember to:

Look THROUGH the windshield, not AT it.

While we’re at it:

Look through the windshield, not the rearview.

Just be present, engaged and –>Captivated<–

Be Captivated, not captive of our minds.

PS: I love it when my Kombucha comes with extra Mother Love.

And inspiration.

• What cracks on your windshield distract you?
• Check out Julie’s post on fat days —>click here<— I agree with her 100%.

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I Have a Drinking Problem

I haven’t written in a while because I can’t put down the bottle.

Don’t worry. It’s good for me.

I can stop whenever I want to.

And it’s not diet soda.

Today I hit Whole Foods to continue my Kombucha bender…

…but was captured by a new face peering out from the beverage selection. KeVita!

 

It’s got a motherload of live probiotic cultures for my tummy and it’s vegan. I chose the “original coconut” which has coconut water (yay electrolytes!).  It has an effervescent, sweet taste with a base note of tarty tang – like yogurt.

It was LOVE at first sight.

All the ingredients twinkle my fairy lights.

(Apple Cider Vinegar? Yes please.)

*a little “coconut flavor” (whatever that is) won’t kill me.

Kevita may contain trace amounts of alcohol. Are they gonna pull this off the shelves like they did with Kombucha?

The digits, in case you’re curious:

But really? This stuff is Gee. Oh. Oh. Dee.

GOOD. Go get some. (If you want)

C’mon. All the cool kids are doing it.

Seriously though, I had an amazing weekend – I attended a dear friend’s wedding, saw many beloved people, stayed up late and yes, we drank! No blogging for me.  I wore this ensemble, which I’m compelled to document as a marked departure from my usual “look” – which is actually having no “look” at all. LOL.

My runway debut…

 

Ridiculous!!!!

Just how I like me.

 

• What’s your favorite drink?
• How often do you blog? Is there a rhyme or reason? I get the urge to blog about three times a week or I go through withdrawal.

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Coping When You’re Low on Hoping

 

Sunday was a yucky day.

There was family drama.

Texting was involved.

Phone calls were involved.

(all before 9 am!)

There were clothes that didn’t fit right.

My everlasting food baby.

Lots of

“that-feeling-you-get-when-you-feel-fat-because-fat-is-not-a-feeling”  was involved.

Whatever. I felt fat.

I tried to find my inner Jessica, My Frick-Frackin Recovery Warrior Princess.

But sometimes….

…it’s hard.

I must learn how to cope with days like these.

Naturally, I decided to blog about it. Writing is how I express myself and learn, how I find the “beautiful” in the “struggle.”

And it makes me happy. Helps me cope.

I grabbed my camera (I love me my show-and-tell) and documented my day so I could see what works and what doesn’t.

I busied myself with cleaning, a short walk, and eating breakfast (that I did not want.) I tried to relax by watching my favorite Sunday morning show.

And reading blogs.

 

The texting continued.

The phone calls Continued.

Enough was enough.

I think it’s important in our recovery to put ourselves first sometimes.

I decided it was time to “shut it down”

 

I turned my phone off, got my secret ninja gear together (socks, heating pad, sweater)

—> Click here for demo <—

and took to my bed.

I believe napping has magical healing powers.

I woke up. I ate a lunch (that I was not hungry for) and decided to do something enjoyable and productive that got me out of my own head.

So I volunteered at my local homeless shelter

went to Whole Foods.

Where I picked up a stiff drink….

…and some necessities. I mean things I can’t live without

things I don’t want to live without.

I did some “window shopping.”

Why have I yet to see these on someone’s blog?

I know I’m not the only one who can entertain themselves  at Whole Foods. I’ve been known to make a date of it with friends.

Speaking of window shopping:

I’d love to be a person getting free groceries…but

(All together now) “If it sounds too good to be true…it’s probably multi-level marketing.”

Also in the parking lot,

I contemplated the high price of American urine. (sorry)

And acknowledged the fact I can never complain about the cost of gas again.

How much would this stuff cost by the gallon?

I’ll let you do the math. I suck at it.

Needless to say, my mind was occupied.

Then I headed to the gym.

Where I chilled out in the sauna.

Because when your this hot, you gotta go in the sauna to chill.

Just sayin’

 

Though even I have my limits.

I prepared to get my swim on and heard,

“Missy what were you taking pictures of in there?”

(I have a lots of friends at the gym)

Friends who think nothing of it when you explain

“I like to take ridiculous pictures and post them on the internet.”

 

Friends who smile when you tell them they will  become one of those ridiculous pictures.

Light-hearted conversations with random acquaintances = awesome. People who ask “How are you?” and are fine with “Partly cloudy, chance of rain.”

No need to bring up the extended forecast or the barometric pressure.

This combined with endorphins from exercise ALWAYS make me feel better.

I left the gym with a smile.

(Despite my food baby, family drama, tight pants.)

At home I knocked around a bit…teevee, drafting this post, reading, eating dinner (that I was not hungry for.)

I got my thoughts out in email form and hit send.

That was nice.

But still.

I felt like climbing the walls

or climbing out of my skin.

I wasn’t interested in doing anything. I wasn’t tired.

I decided to PUT MYSELF TO BED.

Like a child.

I Brushed my teeth,

Turned on my “happy-dream-noise-machine,”

 

  a pair of happy socks,

And “shut her down.”

Sometimes, the best way to cope is to be a parent to ourselves <—click here.

 

• Ever need to just separate yourself from other people’s drama an just “do you?”
• Have you found ways to cope for yucky days?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Lots of Family and Split Pea Content…& Spam

Check out my spam! Heee-larious.

(Click on it to see close-up. Go ahead. I’ll wait…..)

“Good Molly” <—-LOVE that.

While this post contains no Split Pea Soup, it does contain family. It does have content. Interesting content? I make no promises.

Just a re-cap of my Thanksgiving.

Parade was on, breakfast was had. Odd, inappropriate commentary was delighted in. (I’m easily amused.)

Years ago I used to think, “Who eats breakfast or lunch before Thanksgiving?” Not anymore.

Exercise was enjoyed, not all-consuming. Having wasted many Thanksgiving-Day hours in the gym, I’m happy to be in a better place.

I gave thanks.

I headed over to my Brother’s house where my sister-in-law and mother were serving it up:

No cooking? I gave thanks.

Good Time with the family was had.

My great-Aunt Trudy, who I adore, was chilling. She asked me in complete honesty “Are you 55?”  Still giggling about that. She’s aging. This year she was there.

I gave thanks.

 

Flirtation was kept to a “G” rating. (Maybe PG…) My Mom and Dad have been through so much. They are so strong.

I gave thanks. 

Trying to capture a pic of my nephew, who hates being photographed? Fail.

Annoying the heck out of him? Success.

He’s awesome. I gave thanks.

I loved on my niece.

AKA my soul-sister, kindred spirit, most important girl in my life. (No, I don’t tell her these things yet, she’s too young. I’m already “crazy Aunt Missy.”)

I gave thanks.

Magic tricks were attempted performed by my nephew.

This kid is TOO much. He’s a loving, hilarious, talented, spunky little red-headed ham.

I gave thanks.

My brother carved the turkey.

I have two brothers. One was with us in spirit.

One is right here with us. I gave thanks.

My sister and niece were not there. My sister is a strong, capable woman. I know she is in good hands. I’m learning —> I can’t. God can. I’ll let him. I gave thanks.

We sat down; I closed my eyes and prepared to say grace.

We joined hands and my Dad says,

“Your hands are ice cold!”

Instantly the only thing I can think was:

“What’s cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!….Shake it like a Polaroid picture…”

I’m pretty sure God’s down with Outkast.

I closed my eyes and asked everyone to take three breaths, so we could focus on God and relax.

“This isn’t yoga class…just say the prayer” My brother said. (0:

I thanked the Lord we are able to breathe and enjoy ourselves despite the hurt in our hearts and the difficulties we face.

Dinner was served.

There was salad and asparagus. For me, of course. I’m the only one that eats it.

The rest of the fam had all the standards.

“Why Does Aunt Missy always eat salad?” my nephew asked. /o:

I had turkey – which I eat about 2-3 times a year and savor. (Mr. Turkey? I give you thanks. Sorry.)

I added a couple spoonfuls of Mom’s spinach casserole. I haven’t had it in 4 years. It’s my favorite. It was my brother’s favorite. This year an angel whispered I ought to have some. For him. I did.

I also took a couple bites of squash (covered in sugar and butter.)

Small amounts, but I call that good. Really, it was no big deal. Easy Breezy.

I had family encouragement without anyone making a scene over my “Spinach Casserole Challenge.”

For my family’s support? I gave give thanks.

Thanksgiving inspired a lot of emotions, thoughts and realizations. 

I’m still digesting.

Mentally and Physically.

(Food Baby in Full Affect!)

Maybe this will help.

 

After months of holding out, I caved.

Have you caught Kombucha fever?

Tastes like….

*mischievous laugh*  ….you’ll have to find out for yourself.

Buckle your safety belts its a wild ride!

I’ll let you know if it helps my tummy.

 

PS: this a nice blog and perfect. best for me.

Read your spam! I found two comments from this squirrely friend <—-. Not spam!

• Anything different about your Thanksgiving day? Tell me about it.

 

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