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The “Anti-Versary”

9 May

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I drank a bottle of wine and cried myself to sleep last night. There. I said it. Now I feel at least slightly better about the amount of self-pity I bestowed myself. Most of my friends gave me the “suck it up, you’re better than that” speech. And of course, eventually I did. I woke up this morning with a much more positive and cheerful demeanor and I went my own way. I don’t even know why a “would have been” anniversary of the day I got married even made me feel so bad for myself. I guess I am just one of those people who don’t accept failure as a viable option in life, and sadly this was out of my hands. My Mom asked me yesterday if there was ever a time, even in just daydreaming would I ever consider going back with XAH, I furiously shook my head “NO WAY.” Simple as that. And then she expressed that she at times feels at (least a little) sorry for him. I can see that. He is worthy of sympathy, at times, but only from afar. Truth be known, he just can’t get it together. It was never my job to save him. I did however get an incredibly touching message from a close friend last night before going to bed, which essentially called me an earth bound angel, sent to save others when they needed me. While I consider that far-fetched and far too generous, it was incredibly sweet and kind and really made me feel a lot better. Sometimes the people we surround ourselves with can save us too, when we need it, and yesterday I felt far too broken to save myself. I know now, that I am ready, for everything I had denied myself of in the past, true fulfillment of self, my education and career goals, and a loving happy and stable relationship based on love and not bias. In essence I am ready to just “get back out there” and be open to giving myself the happiness I have always truly deserved. Things today, and this week in general aside from my pity party, have shown me that truly the sky is the limit. I am ready to launch a new website which will fulfill one of my life’s passions, and I have just learned of another amazing opportunity which has come my way. It is: “My moment to shine” and in the words of a dear friend: “Go out there, smile that beautiful smile, and BE the star that you are!” And as the curtain may be closing on this chapter of my life, my story is truly only just beginning. So, in the interest of not “dwelling” and moving forward, I am finally ready, to say goodbye, likely for the last time. This place has been a saving grace in my life, everything I needed when I needed it and the support, love and friendship I have gained since starting “Young and Divorced” has been truly immeasurable and humbling. My parting words of wisdom in what I have learned along the way; Give yourself time and space to heal, allow your passions in life to lead you as far as you want to go, don’t ever let the way others see you stifle your hope, or your spirit. If someone pushes you away, stay gone. The people that love you, will really never leave, surround yourself with the brightest, best and most lovable people you know, don’t be afraid to laugh at yourself, admit your mistakes, and move on when something is over. Know that you cannot change others. You will come across people with hate in their heart, leave them be. Don’t let guilt eat away at you, it’s a useless waste of time. Cry when you need to, and sleep when you can! Never turn down an opportunity to better yourself. Education: standard and life’s lessons are, priceless. Never stop learning. Love your parents. Enjoy time with family and friends, and revel in alone time when you are able.
You have all touched my life so much. Thank you.

Fasting…

7 Mar

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I know, I know, I know. I havent been here, in like… well, Forever! But I have been busy, and quite frankly, I have nothing to say about “divorce” contemplating changing the name of my blog all together, because blogging about divorce just doesn’t even make sense anymore.

So, I have been busy! All kinds of things: school, work, volunteer stuff, travel, and of course… Miel. We are doing awesome, and I’m really happy. I love spending time with him and I always have a great time when we are together. However! We have spent so much of our time eating out over the last several months, that both of us feel a little bogged down by a few extra pounds, and want to get in better shape for spring. We decided… to do a fast! Now this is not one of those “lemonade” diets or anything like that. Quite honestly we are both considered thin and our doctors would never recommend us “losing” weight. Getting in better shape? Of course! Anyone could benefit from that, but 5 pounds lost on either one of us would be plenty. So we have decided to do a juice and soup fast. Since we basically made up our own diet, and make our own rules, we get to decide what we can and can’t have for 7 days. *I also made the pledge that if I have not lost my mind by day 7, I will continue this fast an additional 7. So far, here are the rules:

*NO Solid food, (This apparently only applies to me. Miel is eating only fruit, and nuts as part of solid food and usually only as a light snack)
*Completely cut back on alcohol (He is doing much better with this that me!)
*Cut back on caffeine but not eliminate completely, for example, I am only drinking 1 Cup of coffee per day and no other caffeine drinks. Only water for beverages the rest of the day, and a bourbon at night (with water!) LOL
*Morning/Breakfast: a smoothie, or a homemade juice
*Lunch: Soup!
*Dinner: Soup!

So, here are some of the recipes I used, and the things I have consumed during this diet so far:

Yesterday: Day One:

*Fresh Juice for breakfast: Apple, Carrot, Ginger & Spinach
*Lunch: Tomato Soup (This was an organic low sodium soup I picked up from the store)
*Snack: 1/2 an organic strawberry smoothie
*Dinner: Homemade black bean soup (recipe to follow)

Today: Day two:

*Homemade smoothie for breakfast: 1/2 frozen banana, 3 strawberries, splash of Almond Milk, 1/2 cup organic rolled oats, splash of homemade apple juice and a tiny squeeze of honey. This was definitely an energy smoothie! I did some yoga and stretching shortly after and felt great!

*Lunch: Homemade Avacado Soup with a mashed sweet potato plan. I guess this would be considered solid food, but I have a 15 hour day today and I know I will need something additional to push me through

*Dinner… Soup! Not sure what kind yet!

Recipes:

So Last night with the help of the blender, I was able to make 5 different soups rather quickly and get them individually packaged and into the fridge for us to grab and go. Here is my favorite so far:
Avacado Soup:

2 Avacados
3 Cloves Garlic
1 C Water
1/4 C Olive Oil
1 Small onion chopped
Salt and Pepper
*Squeeze of Lime if you have it, or also some cilantro would be good
Dump it all in the blender and blend until smooth, heat and serve

Back from my disappearing act!

11 Feb

Vietnamese-Coffee-With-BODYIt has been such a long time since I have written! Wow, apologies, for my disappearing act. Life has been busy, but that’s nothing new. Actually there was a period of time there that I intentionally refrained from writing, because I got a little sick of explaining my blog entries in real life to the people I personally know who read them, there was just a lot going on that I wanted to keep to myself. Honestly if I had it to do all over again, I think I would have kept the blog a secret in its entirety just to allow myself the space and ability to be unabashedly honest. I know my followers are going to be looking for updates on a few different fronts, and I will cover them all. Miel, my respite from politics and XAH. All have been major subjects lately.
Miel and I are great. I am happy spending time with him and I never feel like I have to try to be someone or something I am not. We had a great weekend together. On Saturday we met up with Camber and John and had some drinks and dinner. It was good to catch up with them, even though I know something in their relationship right now is strained. I hope in every way that they can get past it, but I don’t have the answers, and the future will be up to them. I don’t think Camber would want me to talk about details here, but I will say that I think John has started to disconnect and in turn this has made Camber reciprocate. It’s a rough cycle, and I have been down that road before, suddenly pride becomes the foremost concern, and communication breaks down. I love them both, I don’t know what the future has in store for them, but I sincerely hope they will be ok.

As for Miel and I, after our Saturday night with Camber and John we woke up deciding we were (finally) going for Vietnamese. There is a great Pho restaurant that Miel knows of, and we have talked about going there a million times before, on Sunday, we made the pilgrimage to the other side of town for my first ever Pho experience. I have to say, if you have never had authentic Vietnamese before, go find a place this week and go! It was incredible. The restaurant is in a strip mall, has absolutely nothing special from the outside to differentiate it from any other place, and when you walk in, you are standing practically in the middle of the dining room, we were also noticeably the only white people in there, which made me smile. This is the kind of place people go to get a taste of home and where we go, to get a taste of another culture entirely. The Vietnamese Iced coffee (Ca phe da) is incredible! The coffee comes hot, in a metal strainer over the coffee cup, and you let the coffee slowly brew and drip into the cup below, when it’s done you stir it up with the condensed milk that is already at the bottom and pour it over ice. I was in heaven. So much so that later that afternoon, Miel and I ventured back out, all the way across town again to hit the Asian market and get the metal strainers so we could make this amazing treat at home. Its what I had for breakfast this morning and I fear I have a new addiction. Well, two new addictions because the Pho was so amazing! I love the entire experience of eating it, the garnish the way it is eaten with two hands (one hand controls broth and the other works the chopsticks) and I love learning about new and different foods. Later in the evening, long after our Pho lunch which happened at about 11am, we went out for Thai, another great place, another new place. We had a lot of fun, and we came home to brew our coffees and relax before another busy week.

Did I mention I have a conference in DC this coming weekend? I’m really excited to be getting back to DC and super excited to hit some of the restaurants and bars, I have even been actively seeking out a good bourbon bar. Miel is coming with me, which I think is awesome, and I will be happy to have him escorting me all about the nation’s capital. Since he lived there years ago, he is far more of an expert than I, and our hotel is incredible! One of the perks in still being in some sense of the political realm is the discounts and specials we get on rooms and amenities when we have a large conference to attend. OK, so I haven’t fully “quit” but I definitely slowed down to the point that my schedule is much more manageable and I no longer feel like I’m going crazy!
XAH has been civil, polite and just a pleasure to deal with lately. We have finally reached past the point of acceptance, and realize that we can either make life difficult, or easy. We have both chosen easy and I’m thrilled about it. I actually have a little more respect for him now, than I have had in the past year. He seems to really be trying to get his life together.
Alright! Time to run! I have put aside 20 minutes before my next meeting to get some gentle yoga done in my office, then I take on the week and dominate it

Lessons from within…

24 Jan

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I have been given a blessing that I do not yet know how to harness, but I know I have received something powerful. Through discussion with various people, and a cleansing and long cry a few nights ago, I was feeling lost, confused, alone and even scared. But everything that had transpired, all of my troubled thoughts, the sleepless nights, the anxiety, the fear, my chattering mind, all painted a picture suddenly that drove the negativity away.

I am the power source feeding all of the negativity in my own mind, in my life. I never before realized how much self power I actually possess, and what the mind and heart can really do, if you let it. I have been doing deep breathing exercises at least twice a day and yoga each morning, even if I only have time for balance poses and stretching. This, paired with the other seeminly conincidental events within the last two weeks suddenly became more of a vison that I could not only see and understand, but I could feel. I see now that I have been so busy “worrying” about everyone else, and pretending to “save the world” that I forgot the most important thing I could have been doing is to stop worrying about people, and start truly caring for them instead. I am not referring to my family and friends only, I am talking about love and respect and care for everyone I come across, and even the ones I never meet.

Fighting, had been my power source for so long, that I didnt even see it anymore. Fighting with myself, beating myself up, debating with others, putting people down, defending myself beyond necessity, all of these things were not only perpetuated by myself only, but they became a fuel source for me to remain in motion. I was like Jack and The Beanstalk, seeking a quick fix, taking resources from others, instead of learning how to “farm” learning to provide my own powersource, my own happiness, and my own calm.

I don’t know what any of this would mean for the future, but once I felt this change, it could not be reversed. And last night, a documentary caught my attention which I soon found myself entrenched in, it was about a young woman, with a busy career, in a bustling city, who cared more about meetings, agendas and “climbing the ladder” than about seeking happiness within herself, and in her life. And then… tragically and sadly she lost her mother to cancer. She, as I would… felt lost, alone and angry. She was left struggling to live in a world she had never before existed in, one without her Mother. And she went to find peace, healing and understanding in India, through Yoga. I sat enthralled with what I was watching, hearing. I had been steadily moving along as if nothing would ever change, as if I always had more time, and always assumed that my loved ones did as well.

I feel like I have been given a chance to try again to achieve true balance in my life, by ceasing to draw so much from the outside world, by beginning to trust myself, and listening to myself!

“Yoga is not about self-improvement, it’s about self-acceptance”. ~Gurmukh Kaur Khalsa

Inner Battles…

5 Sep

I sat blankly last night staring at the computer, the white page, the emotion inside, but nothing would come, nothing would allow the release. I closed my eyes, sat in my best Indian style pose and prayed for calm inside my mind. Eventually the wave washed over me, all of the fear and pain felt blown away, with only ashes to remain softly sweeping the ground of the aftermath. I suffer these moments of complete anxiety; they take over my breathing, my reason, my thoughts. Just like when I was lost, alone in a dark building with dingy stairwells, it was hot, and lonely, and no one could find me, no one could manage to escape me from there. When I finally breached the light of day, I was shaking from head to toe, I was sure a heart attack was imminent. It is that feeling that you must leave, that you will not survive until you break free, just run, run away and don’t go back the way you came, leave everything, and just make the break as soon as you can. This is my only release from these attacks, I have to get out, I have to get away, I have to shake the panic, leave it where I stood and distance myself. I have to reason with myself that I must physically part with where the attack has gripped me, in order to make it stop, in order to beat it in spite. Much of this is mental, and much is perfectly controlled, I have had these attacks while having conversations and managed to pull through. When you become used to panic, the fear isn’t as unexpected. The lights in my life shine brighter than the darkness pulls the shadows, for that I suppose I am fated to just move right through, we all have a battle to fight, with our past, with our dreams, with our regrets. I would rather have anxiety than regret, if I had to choose between the two, and I would rather choose my own tortured mind, over anyone else’s for it belongs wholly to me. The whole world shimmers in light, and yet we all seem to just be passersby in a sea of unending strangers. If you place yourself in the moment in which you can feel your existence, your eyes can open to something extraordinary, and once you know that, you can battle the demons that haunt you inside…

Fat Pants Follow Up

9 Aug

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Never, ever, ever, ever,  ever again will I purchase nor consume anything that says “weight watchers” or “smart ones” I ate something this morning that vaguely looked and sort of maybe tasted like egg on some whole wheat English muffin type substance (which coming out of the microwave tasted like a piece of bread dunked in water) ugh. I promise I am not becoming one of those people who is just going to talk about what they eat and obsess about being fat or skinny. Look, I am just looking for better options to eating well at this point, ok. So just deal with it. Its one post and I need to vent. Last night, after two glasses of wine and profusely refusing to eat the pizza repeatedly offered to me, I totally caved. Yes, I see your pizza and I raise you one piece of cold fried chicken, which I ate standing in my living room watching the news and yelling and scoffing at the news anchors. This made my dog profusely happy as he sat ankle side eagerly waiting for a fried crumb to fall, which of course, this being fried chicken and all and being that I am a self-proclaimed “fat person in a skinny body” I did not allow a singular speck to fall. I really do think more like a fat person. I actually sent someone on a digital scavenger hunt of my favorite restaurants while critiquing my favorite meals. I have dreamt about cake before. I have gotten up in the morning and then eaten cake for breakfast the next day, ok this was the day after my birthday so I am giving myself a pass here. You know how often the male brain thinks about sex, well that’s about how often my brain is focused on food. But no more “diet food”. Yesterday I ate something that resembled pasta in a really nasty sauce, again coming from the microwave; it actually looked like it should have had hair and teeth. It just looked like a cartoon on a plate. Nothing in it seemed natural. But today, I turn over a new leaf (well by lunch time anyway), I got up early and took TWO long walks, did my planks, my push up’s, and my Yoga and felt fantastic! Oh, what’s on the menu for lunch you ask? I think I am going to make a whole wheat pita pocket with a light smear of fresh avocado, low sodium turkey breast, red onion, spinach and cucumber. Sounds pretty good right? Well, after the weight watchers disaster this morning pretty much anything sounds good. I think I am well on my way to bikini fabulous!

Fat Pants

7 Aug

I am not eating until my big trip. That’s it…my pants are too tight. Who is going to want to see ME on a beach when I can’t even fit in my pants? Ok ok in my defense the pants are a size 2, but I am NOT going up to a 4. Yeah, I know I feel the hatred burning from you to me right now, but what can I say? I enjoy eating, but I also enjoy staying thin. When I’m thin I feel better, my clothes fit better, I look better. I think the weekend Bloody Marys did me in. All that sodium just can’t be good for you, and now I am on a food detox. I would much rather be going downtown at lunch and eating something amazing and covered in cheese, but I will just have to sacrifice. I also work hard at keeping in shape, keeping in shape should not entail larger pants. I will not buy larger pants, I will shove my fat *** in these until I can’t breathe. The problem is that anyone else might go buy bigger pants, but then what? Years down the road and your pants are growing every year until you can’t remember what number you started at. Camber even said it on Sunday! We had to switch from the Bloody’ s as obviously I know now, Bloody’ s = Bloating. And misery. Poor me. And guess what we switched to? You got it, beer! Fantastic choice when trying to stay thin! I think my hairdresser probably lightened my hair a shade lighter than I paid for with genius ideas like mine. Yeah beer. Now it’s back to fat free water and salads. I’ll let you know how long this goes on until I cave. I’m already thinking about lunch.

Downward Merlot

26 Jul

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My Yoga class is a love-hate thing for me, I love actually doing Yoga and I try to practice every day; but at home I can fall on my head, lose balance or fall out of position without anyone actually witnessing it. In my actual Yoga class, I can never quite get the right spot, I always end up smack in the middle of the classroom surrounded by 20 other women who I am sure have seen me stumble and fumble my way into awkward positions poses and balancing acts. At home, I can rest whenever I like and try out new poses that don’t even exist just to try something different. I have never been the most graceful girl but luckily Yoga helps me with that too. Whenever I finish a lesson I feel a little lighter on my feet and a little more stable all over. Well I guess last night in class I must have angered a muscle and its pulling on my neck on one side so hard I can’t turn my head completely to the right. I have a habit of tensing my shoulders and my instructor just loves to point this out: “Shoulders Leah! Put them down, no, no no; you’re going to hurt yourself” and that is how the attention of the class is brought to me on center stage and I tense up even more. At least this is usually the scene, except for in the case of last night where I actually heard the words: “That’s right Leah, exactly! Beautiful, perfect extension!” this was my crowning moment of glory, I did a GREAT job at Yoga! And a victory was had. To me Yoga is a little like sex, bear with me here; I said a LITTLE. If you’re doing it right, it only keeps getting better, but when you’re doing it wrong, it hardly seems worth the effort of taking your clothes off or putting Yoga pants on. I guess I was SO good at Yoga yesterday that I injured myself. Imagine, the one time I’m doing everything RIGHT is the time I pull a muscle.  I think I was so elated at the fact that I was doing so well, I pushed it. Luckily back at home, where I was safe to stumble and fumble I practiced a few of my best moves over, only with a glass of wine to accompany my moves. It was upward Merlot, Downward Merlot and there is where I found my peaceful bliss. Namaste.

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