Un-Balancing Act

It happens. It's possible I've long mistaken my ability to recognize a bad idea for issues with committing to long term plans. Yes that's it - I simply realized after hours of pain and as my insides revolted against me that a juice cleanse was not a good idea. Other things prove on the contrary to be great ideas. I was just laying here in bed thinking about my ability to move my recently broken inflexible weakened body into locust pose like a grasshopper. From the back of the room it didn't look that hard but the first day it felt impossible. It seemed like a good idea to keep trying. Sounds simple and it is. Listen to your body. Good ideas feel good and bad ideas feel bad. The old fashioned way of doing things is generally a pretty good idea. Yoga is ages old and it's still around. Clearly the cave men didn't have diet pills and juice cleanses to make themselves feel good. Not saying I'm going all paleo - again too extreme for me to maintain. But I thin...

This is what I mean. Less than 24 hours ago I committed to a three day fast and even after a steak dinner (a last supper of sorts) my stomach is growling with anticipation during the early hours of the morning. Being reborn seems to come with a lot of self revelation that we aren't cognizant of during our initial birth from the womb. Nice to have that sort of beautiful ignorance about our own shortfalls and potential, wasn't it?! So not all kinds of responsibilities accompany the fact that I have been given this (new) life. Since my past is littered with forgotten sagas and years that remain blank in my memory bank because they were more easily discarded than corrected, I am consciously looking backward at the un-doables. OK so I ate a big bowl of pasta, felt bloated and the carbalicious guilt that came along the next morning flooded me with a desire to make a change. I am not sure if a three day cleanse of prune juice, apple juice, and water is the perfect answer, but test...

I'm pretty sure my attendance at yoga this morning is like going to confession. It had been a long 60 days but I enjoyed a nice bowl of pasta last night with home made turkey meatballs. It echoed in my mind as I sat staring at the empty dish with discomfort and regret in my gut, what the yogi said the first day. "Let's not eat white foods." Not the gobble of the turkey meatball nor the cottony fluffy innards of the soft roll gave me a similar guilt. So despite my lingering soreness from Monday's visit I will limp my way back in. In repentance I terrorized my family this morning insisting they all get moving early so I could stop at the super Wally World and get my own yoga mat. I think since its my third time then the mat won't put my continued commitment at risk. That's pretty much my m.o. Buy new shoes stop running. Unlimited membership in anything means limited ongoing interest. Will tofu and kale be part of my daily life? What will I become next?

Sometimes I look back on a very successful (thus far) career path, with a slightly more bumpy family history, and the jumbled disaster that makes me a truly mental and emotional wreck, and I wonder how I could have made things different. I'm not saying I necessarily would have or regret the way things are, but I do torture myself with the "if this then that" game on a daily basis. If I would have done all my homework in elementary school, would the rest of my school years have been easier for me? Would I have done better in my high school subjects, had more discipline and gone to a better college? Would I have finished college? Then I fast forward to where I am, and evaluate whether or not I would have chosen a different career. I don't think I would have, but I did not find this one on purpose. Therefore I suppose I should be thankful I didn't do all my homework in elementary school... a split second in my crazy head! Then there are those "falling down...

I read a great statement today about "Someday", said with the intention of motivating people to remove things from the someday list and assign an actual date to them. Someday I will go to Japan. Someday I will write a book. Someday I will sing the National Anthem at a sporting event.... stuff like that. So it got me thinking about the little someday things. Being that my new thing is to accomplish tasks, complete things without over committing, etc.... I wanted to start with some realistic things. Someday I will start saying what's on my mind... Done! Someday I will get organized and throw away the JUNK... Done! Someday I will be an active member in my child's education... Done! Already I feel productive...I was saying that I really like life changes and it is exactly that which has motivated me to turn my "somedays" into assigned goals and although it is not always effortless, it feels amazing. My heart went from being broken to healing stronger. Maybe it...

Warily I write this, knowing that an outright commitment to something usually results in a blatantly self destructive rebellion on my own part. A January 1st New Year's Resolution typically ends in a January 2nd protest against resolutions. Vowing to lose 10 pounds becomes a gain of 5; Getting organized results in living in chaos... you get the jist. Something feels different now. It's not the usual resentment for the soccer moms that always have makeup on and know how to make a wreath from scratch. I am over the longing to have some sort of Martha Stewart meets Heidi Klum expectation for myself. Don't get me wrong I totally believe in setting the bar high, but recently I realized that I was always so busy trying to find something wrong with myself COMPARED to everything else, that I forgot all the things I loved about myself. Some doctor told me that my reason for being scatterbrained and disorganized was possibly Adult ADD and gave me some prescription. Sorry pharmacy, b...