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Day 44: baby you’re a firework

13 Feb

Well, this is embarrassing.
Last night, in the middle of watching Russell Brand’s opening monologue on SNL, the energetic comedian mentioned he was married to Katy Perry.

“Really? Which singer is she?”
I asked Justin, further proving my age is closer to 40 than 20.

He replied, “You know, she sings the fireworks song.”

I accessed the filing cabinet in my head for pop songs on the radio and came up blank.  “Um …no. I don’t know that song”

He sang a few lines back to me in perfect pitch.
I started laughing. Hysterically, laughing. Almost falling off the couch laughing.

“OH! That song!”
I knew the song. I just didn’t know the lyrics.

Turns out, I had been belting out the song, while driving in my car, as: “Baby, you’re a part of me!” instead of “Baby, you’re a firework!”

Yeah, I know. It makes no sense.
Now, I know the real words to the song and it totally changed the meaning for me. Better song now, I must admit.

The hardest part was divulging the wrong words I had been singing all along. It took me a while to say out loud, because:
1) I was embarrassed.
2) I won’t live it down. (The next time Justin and I hop in the car, is sure to be the exact moment this song will play on the radio.)

It makes me think back to the IIN Conference I attended last weekend. Dr. John Douillard shared his recipe for success. One of the most important points he made was this:

Don’t Care.
“The biggest problem we have is being concerned about what others think.” he said.

He went on to share:
* there is no way you can make everyone happy
* it’s not about you – it’s your job to give your full self
* give a deeper, more vulnerable self to those around you
* how much of you are you willing to let out on this planet while you are here
* don’t second guess your power when you let it out

I can relate:
As I was driving down the street holding a solo concert in my car at the top of my lungs, singing the wrong lyrics to that song, I was in the moment. I was bouncing away to the beat. It was lovely, I was giving fully, possibly off key, but didn’t care.

The challenge, I suppose, is applying a “no care” philosophy to more than just singing outside of the shower and outside of the car. Living out loud in every way possible, even if the lyrics aren’t quite right, is the challenge. But one I know is worth taking.

As John Douillard says:

“Do it without thinking — and without caring.”

And, as Katy Perry sings (for real):

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colors burst

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Day 38: are you stuck

7 Feb

Have a goal?
Want to reach it?
But. Just. Can’t. Get. Off. The. Couch?

Yeah, me too.
I WANT to do yoga every single day. I really have the best intentions to pull out my pocket yoga, or plethora of DVD’s off the shelf, or even high tail it over to Bala Vinyasa for a hot yoga class.

I feel great when I do it, my body loves it.
But I just don’t do it.

I don’t know. You tell me. Human nature, laziness, busy schedule, distractions?

Here is one of my favorite distractions.
I mean, who can resist cuddling with this cutey!

Sorry, got a little sidetracked there…

Where was I?
Oh, yeah, are you looking for a solution?

Stickk to it.

At the IIN Conference this weekend, Joshua Rosenthal shared this online promise system. It’s from the brainiacs at Yale University and as they say:

stickK empowers you to better your lifestyle. We offer you the opportunity, through ‘Commitment Contracts’, to show to yourself and others the value you put on achieving your goals.

Here’s how it works.
1) state your goal (lose weight, exercise, etc)
2) state your stakes (put money on it – can go to charity too)
3) decide on a referee (friend or foe)
4) make the commitment

I’m going to do a one week test of the system and will report back.
My Promise? To exercise — specifically, do yoga every single day for a week.

Beginning tomorrow.

What’s at stake?
My friend Laura gets to referee me.  I didn’t want to put money on the line, it doesn’t motivate me as much as a HOT. ROCK. MASSAGE. Sweet!

So, I do yoga, everyday this week, I get to treat myself to a massage. If I don’t do it … I buy Laura the massage. It’s a win-win really…. but, oh, how I love a hot rock massage. Can you say, motivation?!

So there, take that distractions and laziness.
I’m gonna stickk it to ya!

Day 37: just zumba

6 Feb

While the entire country was under a snow blanket and observing the ritual of  Super Bowl XLV, I did something astounding…

I attempted to Zumba.
At Day 2 of the Integrative Nutrition Conference, an announcement came over the loud speaker: Zumba break.

A Zumba-what?
I honestly didn’t know what that meant. As everyone stood up around me, I thought, “great, I’ll get in a little stretch, warm up my muscles after sitting…”

The woman on stage began stretching, and we followed.
So far so good. Just a little stretch of the arms. It felt great.
After all, I had done Pocket Yoga on my iPhone in my hotel room before the conference started so was already warmed up and ready to go. This was child’s play.

She began bouncing back and forth.
I followed. Her legs began moving faster, side to side, arms moving up and down, limbs crossing over each other, in sequence with the music, faster, faster, faster. Boom, boom, boom.

I couldn’t keep up. My legs crossed over each other, my body swung the wrong way, as I turned and realized I was pointing in the wrong direction, looking at everyone else in the room, all 2,000 people.

Yeah, that would be right about the time I realized:  I suck at this.
I stopped and scanned the rest of the room. It was Zumberous, all 2,000 people look Zumbarific, moving at the same time.

Something went sideways in me.
I could either keep dancing/zumbaing/moving along.
Or, I could sit down to heal my wounded, two-left-footed ego.

The voice in the back of my head said throw in the towel girlfriend!

You might be able to play basketball, ski down a 3,000 foot high mountain and downward dog it all day long, but you ain’t got no Zumba muscle.

I almost sat down.
Right about the time my heart kicked in and screamed back, “DANCE!”

I realized I could travel through another dimension:
A dimension not only of sight but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s a sign post up ahead, your next stop: The Zumba Zone.

I closed my ears, opened my eyes, and danced.
It was fun. This must be what it feels like to be in a flash mob, the power of 2,000 people bouncing, moving, dancing, swaying. It filled the room. It felt great.

Later in the day, Andrea Beaman, spoke to the crowd.
Andrea told her story of writing 165 book agents and 20 publishers to chase the dream of writing her first book.  She received 165 “no” answers from book agents and 20 “declines” from publishers.

But, it didn’t stop her.
She listened to her internal voice, the one that called her to write a book, and decided to publish it herself. She then went on to star on Top Chef and now has her own show FED UP! and latest book Health Is Wealth, among many other amazing feats…

All because she listens to her internal voice — not the external one.

Here is Andrea’s recipe for success that she shared:
1) Pay attention to your intuition (internal voice)
2) Shush up the second voice
3) Take consistent daily action
4) Once you take action keep moving forward no matter what

Today, I almost missed my Zumba moment.
Because that external voice, the one that sees me from the outside, the one that gets embarrassed, the one that doesn’t want to make a mistake, didn’t want to be uncomfortable.

I Zumba’d anyway.
Sure, I was a little behind in the moves, a little off on my timing, a little out of control, and a lot silly looking.

What did I learn?
To keep moving forward you have to shut up and dance.

Day 36: lady gaga, hot chicks and alligators

5 Feb

I am petrified of alligators.

I am petrified of spiders too, but those I can squish with a shoe. While I know this messes with karma and the circle of life, it makes me feel in control of my fear of eight legged arachnids. Gators. Not so much.

I love adventures!
But not this morning. As I left Naples in a thick morning fog I was totally unnerved.

Alligator Alley, the stretch of highway between Naples and Miami, stood before me and the Integrative Nutrition conference on the other side of the state.

Trying to quell the fear of my car potentially shutting down on the highway (like it did last month in city traffic) and leaving me in the middle of Alligator Alley (without a shoe big enough to squash a gator) I meditated before starting my trek.

I am brave, I told myself.
I am a big girl. I can do this.

As I tried to focus on the road before me and not the stretch of swampland engulfing the highway on either side of my Nissan Altima, I overheard the most annoying conversation coming out of my radio speakers.

Radio DJ: Are you a hot chick?

The team of radio DJ’s then began debating the definition of a “hot chick” and, of course, callers started buzzing in to defend their choices of attire, confidence, dating style, money management. All trying to convince some guy in a sound booth that she fell under the hot chick category.

Blahhh-ick! Seriously?
I slammed the radio button to OFF and threw in a meditative CD — while looking out the rear view mirror to confirm no alligators were following me.

I made it to Miami without alligator teeth marks in my car.
Note to self: there are two tolls between Naples and Miami. The toll booth operator doesn’t enjoy listening to your meditative CD blare out the window while watching you pull pennies from the bottom of your car console, one by one, until they equal $2.50. Neither do the drivers behind you for that matter.

Have you ever noticed that sometimes the adventure you signed up for, really isn’t the adventure you end up taking?

Still no alligator sightings.
But, I did see one hot chick.

In the middle of the IIN conference today, Lady Gaga appeared.
Escorted by two men without shirts (did I mention I was in Miami) she was all feathered up. She did her “thang” and revved up the room.

After the dance break, Joshua Rosenthal, founder of IIN, made a comment I think is really, well, brilliant.

“Break free from the norm. That is what people pay attention to.”

His words stuck with me all day.
Here’s what I have to say:

I don’t think “breaking free” only means you invest in feathers and surround yourself with half-naked men. I mean, if you want to, great. No judgment here.

For me, it is much more simple.
The reason I went to the IIN Conference was because of The Promise 365. I made a commitment at the beginning of this year to shake up my norm and invest in my head, heart, body and soul. I almost didn’t go to the conference today, I almost bailed (alligators being just one of the reasons) but I forced myself to follow through on my promise.

Whatever it is for you, maybe it’s time to break your norm.
If your norm is sitting on the couch. Walk a little?
If your norm is running a marathon. Yoga a little?
If your norm is working 80 hour weeks. Vacation a little?
If your norm is taking care of everyone else. Take care of you a little?

Tomorrow, I will be back on “The Alley” headed to Naples.
I’m not saying I won’t be afraid of alligators.
But I will be more prepared (get ready toll booths!) and confident.
Because, I already took the first step by just getting in the car.

Day 12: kill a chicken

12 Jan

A key family member has told me that I killed a chicken. I believe the exact words were: “you rung its neck.”

I was maybe three years old so I don’t recall the event. My grandparents were farmers. Among other animals, they raised chickens. Perhaps it was chicken season or something? I don’t know.

Regardless, according to my father: I have engaged in the act of killing my own food, at least once.

I grew up in Idaho, farms on every street corner (er, county road), fishing aplenty, hunting the norm. And here we have Idaho… the home of the potato. Land of food.

On long family car trips my parents would point to fields of green and comment, “oh, look at that wheat” — or barely, or corn, you fill in the blank.

I would stare dumbfounded out the window scanning the rows of green for a sign. I don’t know a potato field from a cucumber farm.

Despite growing up in Idaho, I understand very little about farming.
Or agriculture.
Or where my food comes from.

I never learned to cook. I didn’t have to.

Food magically appeared on my plate from my mother, “Mama Sling”, who had a passion for cooking.

I detested the idea of cooking, it felt like punishment. Plus, I had other important things to learn, like perfecting my basketball game and failing to understand algebra.

I can still see Mama Sling waving her spatula in the air, “Jamie, I can teach you how to cook. You’re going to regret this if you don’t learn from me.”

I refused and happily chose to do the dishes instead.

I went off to college where food also magically appeared. As an adult, it was easily obtained from restaurants and prepared food aisles in the grocery story.  And, now, from my fabulous boyfriend, Justin, who loves to cook.

Like the great leprechaun Lucky would say it’s magically delicious.
Or more appropriately for me it’s magically Starbucks and The Cheesecake Factory.

Mama Sling taught me many amazing and wonderful things about life.

Unfortunately, she died before she could share her own special knowledge of the kitchen, her passion for food, our secret family recipes.

And she was right. I regret not learning from her.  I just wasn’t ready.

But, now I am.

So for this year, I have a two-step strategy:

I have immersed myself in a yearlong program through Integrative Nutrition. I am learning about food… a lot about food.  I will write more about this one, trust me.

2. DO
I will cook every other night. It will be my day to shop, prepare and cook …something.
I don’t plan on ringing any chicken necks. I do plan on being more involved in my food choices, and better understanding where my food comes from.

Somewhere Mama Sling is pleased.
And laughing.
And shaking her head saying, “I told you so.”

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