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Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Mindful Eating for Better Health
I blame last weekend's cook-out, but I had an awful (and I do mean AWFUL) craving for hot dogs yesterday. When I crave hot dogs, it's either for a Chicago-style dog with the works or a Sabrett's dirty water dog straight from NYC. Alas, we weren't in either city.
So I settled for Nathan's.
After we went to the movies last night, we passed by Nathan's, which is part of the Tanger Outlet Stores complex. That's not exactly true. We didn't pass by. We stopped. And ate. Chicken tenders for Ashley, and greasy fries and, yes, hot dogs for me and T.J.
I'd love to say it was the best hot dog I'd ever had. But it really wasn't. In fact, my stomach felt OFF for the rest of the night.
When you get used to putting healthy foods in your body -- which I have, for the most part -- other foods lose their appeal.
This is just another way the Law of Attraction works in our best interests. When we CHOOSE healthy foods, we want more HEALTHY FOODS.
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
"You're a Cat"
I don't mind people who treat their animals as people (or children.) I used to do it with my cats. This dog's name was Daphne and the owner informed us that the dog, a white toy poodle, doesn't know she's a dog. "She thinks she's one of the kids," the woman says. "Don't tell her she's a dog because she really doesn't know."
The woman repeated this several times. When the woman stopped talking, Ashley pointe to the dog and said, very clearly and pronouncing each letter, "Cat."
So that's cleared up now.
Anatomy of a Manifestation: The Big Red Dog (Not That One)
Ashley has been manifesting things since before she could walk ... She was probably doing it since birth, but she was about 10 months old before I started noticing. That's when I began studying the Law of Attraction with Life and Business Development Coach J.Sewell Perkins and the Secret Abundance Files.
I found this manifestation particularly amusing because Ashley manifested two of her favorite things: a stuffed animal dog.
We went to a local carnival and we let Ashley out of the stroller to run amok, as TJ says. I had already won a Dalmation for Ashley, but I guess she wanted (and manifested) a bigger stuffed animal. On the ground, she spots a big red dog -- not Clifford, a giant bull dog. The thing is LITERALLY about 1 and 1/2 times bigger than she is!And it's just SITTING there! It's a prize, someone must have dropped it.
She hands me the Dalmation dog I won for her in the darts game (go, me! I broke ALL 8 balloons!) and, after some hassle, picks up the red dog. Carries it off. She gets a good 10 feet, and then hands it to me.
Now, I feel WEIRD about picking up a dog from the middle of the midway and taking it. And I really don't need ANOTHER giant plush toy. So I put it down. No way. She looks back at me, sees I dropped the dog, picks it up again. But obviously can't entrust it to me, so she hands it to a lady who had just said hi to her!! The lady hands it to me. Ashley lets me keep it this time, but, she's walking ahead of me, looking back every few seconds to make sure I'm still carrying it!! It was dark or I would have gotten video or pics!!
A bit later, she INSISTED on carrying this dog around. She fell about 4 times... right on the dog. TJ and I are behind her, just laughing so hard. To the people walking by, it must have looked like a giant stuffed toy walking by!
Oh, she also won an orange dog, which we traded for a stuffed Nemo fish. I was getting tired of carrying the big red dog AND the little orange dog, so I put the orange dog in the stroller. (The red dog didn't fit -- to give you an idea of its size!)
Nope. Apparently, only the Dalmation can ride in the stroller. The orange dog isn't worthy or something. She pulls out the orange dog, hands him to me, takes the Dalmation from TJ and puts that one in the stroller. Then pushes the stroller with the dog in it!
I will have to get a photo of Ashley with the new additions to her animal family soon!
I found this manifestation particularly amusing because Ashley manifested two of her favorite things: a stuffed animal dog.
We went to a local carnival and we let Ashley out of the stroller to run amok, as TJ says. I had already won a Dalmation for Ashley, but I guess she wanted (and manifested) a bigger stuffed animal. On the ground, she spots a big red dog -- not Clifford, a giant bull dog. The thing is LITERALLY about 1 and 1/2 times bigger than she is!And it's just SITTING there! It's a prize, someone must have dropped it.
She hands me the Dalmation dog I won for her in the darts game (go, me! I broke ALL 8 balloons!) and, after some hassle, picks up the red dog. Carries it off. She gets a good 10 feet, and then hands it to me.
Now, I feel WEIRD about picking up a dog from the middle of the midway and taking it. And I really don't need ANOTHER giant plush toy. So I put it down. No way. She looks back at me, sees I dropped the dog, picks it up again. But obviously can't entrust it to me, so she hands it to a lady who had just said hi to her!! The lady hands it to me. Ashley lets me keep it this time, but, she's walking ahead of me, looking back every few seconds to make sure I'm still carrying it!! It was dark or I would have gotten video or pics!!
A bit later, she INSISTED on carrying this dog around. She fell about 4 times... right on the dog. TJ and I are behind her, just laughing so hard. To the people walking by, it must have looked like a giant stuffed toy walking by!
Oh, she also won an orange dog, which we traded for a stuffed Nemo fish. I was getting tired of carrying the big red dog AND the little orange dog, so I put the orange dog in the stroller. (The red dog didn't fit -- to give you an idea of its size!)
Nope. Apparently, only the Dalmation can ride in the stroller. The orange dog isn't worthy or something. She pulls out the orange dog, hands him to me, takes the Dalmation from TJ and puts that one in the stroller. Then pushes the stroller with the dog in it!
I will have to get a photo of Ashley with the new additions to her animal family soon!
Vanila Milkshakes Saved My Life
One of my favorite songs, Michael Buble's “I Still Haven't Met You Yet,” includes the line, “I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck.” I don't believe in luck. Thanks to my life and business development coach, I believe you make your own luck by being prepared to accept opportunities when they arise, and by always being open to the inspiration the Universe (i.e., God, if you're religious) may hand you.
“Luck,” if you insist on calling it that, also shows up when you follow those little voices in your head, which I like to call “intuition.” And that voice, on Saturday afternoon, told me TJ, Ashley and I needed vanilla milkshakes.
The story begins even earlier than that...
I hadn't intended to go out Saturday, but empty bottles and cans were piling up in the garage and I decided it was time to finally return them to collect my deposit money. ($7-and-change, at a nickel a bottle -- I had procrastinated long enough!) And, as the baby birds in this story will learn, procrastination is a b---.
I was driving home from Wal-mart and took the road that went by my old apartment. Although I haven't lived there in five years, my brain went on auto-pilot. I missed the turn to get on the parkway that would lead us directly home. But I knew this area and I knew if I drove a mile I could get on at a later exit, which took me and Ashley right by an ice cream parlor. I'd had ice cream there a few times when we lived at the old place, so we decided to stop. Although it was incredibly windy, it was a warm 70 degrees -- perfect for ice cream.
I ordered two vanilla milkshakes (for me and TJ) and a cup of vanilla ice cream (for Ashley). The whole thing took us about 10 minutes. (Yes, that's an inordinate amount of time to wait for ice cream... I still manifest incompetent clerks in my
life, but I'm not complaining.) From there, we had a five minute drive home.
When I got home, I realized I couldn't turn into the driveway. There was a tree blocking the path. TJ has been cutting down trees across our property for the past few weeks, but I couldn't understand why he left this one across our driveway when he knew I'd be coming home. I parked in the street and got out of the car. That's when I noticed the limb was not a clean cut, but had broken off.
“What happened?” I shouted up to TJ when I walked in the door.
“What does it look like? The branch of the tree fell down.”
“When did that happen?”
“About 10, 15 minutes ago.”
Considering missing the turn took me a bit out of the way, and our entire detour took about 15 minutes, you can draw conclusions about where we would have been 15 minutes earlier if I had not missed my turn and decided to get ice cream.
I do feel bad for the family of baby birds that had been living in the tree. TJ hadn't cut down this tree -- even though he knew there was a strong possibility it could fall and land in our driveway or on our car -- because he was waiting for the family of baby birds in the nest to take flight. They didn't make it.
If I choose to draw a life lesson or moral from this story, beyond the importance of trusting your intuition (even if it leads you to calorie-laden dairy products), it's that procrastination can cost you your life. Fly from the nest when you have the opportunity-- even if you don't think you're ready! It could very well beat the alternative.
“Luck,” if you insist on calling it that, also shows up when you follow those little voices in your head, which I like to call “intuition.” And that voice, on Saturday afternoon, told me TJ, Ashley and I needed vanilla milkshakes.
The story begins even earlier than that...
I hadn't intended to go out Saturday, but empty bottles and cans were piling up in the garage and I decided it was time to finally return them to collect my deposit money. ($7-and-change, at a nickel a bottle -- I had procrastinated long enough!) And, as the baby birds in this story will learn, procrastination is a b---.
I was driving home from Wal-mart and took the road that went by my old apartment. Although I haven't lived there in five years, my brain went on auto-pilot. I missed the turn to get on the parkway that would lead us directly home. But I knew this area and I knew if I drove a mile I could get on at a later exit, which took me and Ashley right by an ice cream parlor. I'd had ice cream there a few times when we lived at the old place, so we decided to stop. Although it was incredibly windy, it was a warm 70 degrees -- perfect for ice cream.
I ordered two vanilla milkshakes (for me and TJ) and a cup of vanilla ice cream (for Ashley). The whole thing took us about 10 minutes. (Yes, that's an inordinate amount of time to wait for ice cream... I still manifest incompetent clerks in my
life, but I'm not complaining.) From there, we had a five minute drive home.
When I got home, I realized I couldn't turn into the driveway. There was a tree blocking the path. TJ has been cutting down trees across our property for the past few weeks, but I couldn't understand why he left this one across our driveway when he knew I'd be coming home. I parked in the street and got out of the car. That's when I noticed the limb was not a clean cut, but had broken off.
“What happened?” I shouted up to TJ when I walked in the door.
“What does it look like? The branch of the tree fell down.”
“When did that happen?”
“About 10, 15 minutes ago.”
Considering missing the turn took me a bit out of the way, and our entire detour took about 15 minutes, you can draw conclusions about where we would have been 15 minutes earlier if I had not missed my turn and decided to get ice cream.
I do feel bad for the family of baby birds that had been living in the tree. TJ hadn't cut down this tree -- even though he knew there was a strong possibility it could fall and land in our driveway or on our car -- because he was waiting for the family of baby birds in the nest to take flight. They didn't make it.
If I choose to draw a life lesson or moral from this story, beyond the importance of trusting your intuition (even if it leads you to calorie-laden dairy products), it's that procrastination can cost you your life. Fly from the nest when you have the opportunity-- even if you don't think you're ready! It could very well beat the alternative.
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