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Happy November!

imagesI love November. It’s a transitional month here in the Desert Southwest, with temperatures finally cooling and Thanksgiving on the way. Apparently it also marks the start of the Christmas season, as the grocery store was filling it’s displays with their Christmas items this morning. Sheesh.

Another thing I love about November is NaBloPoMo. “What’s that?” you ask. Why, National Blog Posting Month, of course. It’s sponsored by BlogHer, and it’s a wonderful incentive for bloggers like me who sometimes get lazy about posting their gems of wisdom. In November I take up the challenge to publish a blog post every day. I’ve been successful the past two years (the life of the blog), and I have every intention of doing it again.

I love the community that’s involved with NaBloPoMo, and I love the challenge of putting something out in the universe every day. I’ve found that it helps me to stretch my creative muscles in a way that writing without any structure doesn’t. I also enjoy clicking on the links to other bloggers’ sites, often finding incredible inspiration. Stop over to BlogHer to see what I mean.

Happy November, and I hope to see you tomorrow!


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Hello Zambia

Zambia-Map1--e1390823349139It’s always such a nice surprise to peek at the blog stats page and find that a visitor from some unexpected place has stopped by. Today that place is Zambia. Now I’m fully aware that it doesn’t mean that some wonderful person from Zambia has actually read this blog, it might be that someone with an IP address from there is phishing, but I like to imagine otherwise. I know that real people in many parts of the world have actually read my words, and I find that remarkable.

The world has definitely shrunk since I was a kid. I remember having a pen pal in elementary school, and we would write about once a month. I lived in the Northeast U.S. and she lived in Puerto Rico. It seemed so far away, and so exotic. The thing that struck me, though, was how similar our lives were. We both wrote about school and family and friends. I imagine most of our readers in “exotic” locales have the same interests and concerns as the rest of us.

Right now one of those concerns is trying to follow my nutritionist’s advice. Yes, I’m at it again. Now the focus is on lean protein and healthy fats, with many vegetables and few carbs. So far, so good, but it’s only been a couple of days. Still, I feel like I’m hitting a reset button somewhere inside my body, so I’m not craving as much garbage food. I wonder if people in Zambia have food addictions? Do they have Hot Tamales candy? Probably not, but I’m sure there are other things they deal with.


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If Only I Would Listen to Myself

One of the beautiful things about having a blog is that you have a record of where you’ve been what you’ve been thinking about. I know where I am now, and honesty, I’m not exactly thrilled about this place. I’m not entirely certain how I got here or why I’m here, but regardless, here I am.

I’m at a place where I know I need to get my butt in gear (again) and overcome inertia. It’s a familiar place, and in some ways it’s comfortable, but it’s unproductive, and I know it. So what to do?

Well, for one thing I just managed to give myself a quick little motivational pep talk (is that redundant? I don’t care.) by simply reading some old posts. mn016WordPress does this brilliant thing where they take the content of a post and guess at some other posts that might be related. Today, as I was making an edit to yesterday’s post about my physical, I not only noticed the linked articles, but I clicked on one. I’m glad I did.

It took me to a post I wrote when I was in a similar situation to the one I’m in now. I was dealing with all time highs on my medical chart and a feeling of being overwhelmed. Some old, same old, right? Except that I had some good advice for myself. I came to the conclusion that I should treat myself at least as well as I treat my friends. I don’t beat them up for their mistakes. I don’t love them less if they’ve gained a few pounds or missed a couple of doses of medication. I love them anyway, and I support them. I can do that for myself too. I need to. And so do you. We need to be our own best cheerleaders, focusing on the positives and bolstering ourselves up when the going gets tough. Cheerleaders don’t quit when their teams are down, they redouble their efforts to encourage them. Let’s do that for ourselves and each other. Are you ready? Go Team!