Be U: 70 Degrees in Jacksonville

Coming for the Real You.

I'm hoping to share thoughts, fun and insightful information and aha moments with all to better serve ourselves and the universe.

My background is that of Executive Secretary for the local Electric company (11 years).

Certified Personal Trainer (since 1991) and Fitness Consultant for my own company, Beachin Bodies (6 years) and certified in Reiki and Nutrition with training in Cranial Sacral work, Tai Chi, and Meditation. Certified as a Professional Life Coach (2015); Minister at Universal Life Church (2016);

and, possibly, most important,

my own journey through illness and avenues, roads and roadblocks that I have taken to find the real me. (35 plus years).

The me that I was born as. The me that is the all-knowing. I believe the search is endless and we are here to learn and to love and to share it all.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

70 Degrees in Jacksonville

Can you say Ahhhhhhhh. Love the weather here. My body is calmer and happier. Going outside is not an ordeal for me; it is something I look forward to. No coat, no heavy clothes. Heaven for me.

My body is still screaming a little. I find myself wanting to move more. It feels good when I move my body. I'm realizing how much muscle I've lost and I'm hoping to move more and more everyday.

I know I don't need to go 1.5 hrs to feel better. I feel better when I take my body extremely close to tired through movement.

I feel the struggle of the young, healthy me and the latest, older me. I'm hoping to meet both of them here where I am. 50 and fabulous. Ha.

It's amazing how different I feel within. I'm so much more sitting with 'ME' and trusting that people will still like me and I will fit in the world better than ever. Being away from home and out being adventurous is just what I need right now.

I do feel like I'm camping. Being at a horse show is definitely camping for me. I love the horses; there are tons of dogs and alot of walking. To see the joy on my daughter's face is everything. I am out of my element some; she is so in hers.

I want to embrace, experience this and learn and grow from it. I usually retreat to the ocean; a tropical resort. I am now at a place where my mouth tastes the dust from the horse's movement. Oh my!

My wish for you today is that there is movement in your life; that you know the beautiful, energizing feeling of moving your body.

If you already have a routine. You rock! If not, park a little further away. Take the steps instead of the escalator/elevator. Stand in place and march for 5 minutes. Whatever you are telling yourself to do - I hope you listen. Today is your day.

I'm with you.

I'm feeling a little awkward. I'm sure it's my own life transitions. Letting go of what's not working for me and bringing on the new. A little out of my comfort zone. From the old personal trainer who exercised 6 am to 9 pm to a mom who gave most of herself to her family. I'm meeting somewhere in the middle and I'm not too comfortable with it YET. I say 'Bring It'. Bring it on!

                                             This is Penn State, Pennsylvania in Summer.
                                                   You get the idea. I have to get my downloads going here in Florida.

Let's Move Like the Horses!   Fly over the obstacles in front of us and end up grounded and strong.

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My Past Story

The first thing I would always tell a new doctor was 'my dad left me when I was 10'. He just disappeared, ran away. It was pretty awful for me. I thought it was my fault as most kids sometimes do. I thought I was unlovable. Years later, 20 maybe, I realized it wasn't just that my dad left me that affected my life, but also that my mom stayed. She stayed and I'll be forever grateful. However, her staying wasn't all peaches and creme. She was so hurt, so distraught, so frightened to raise three kids on her own and find a job that it was very hard for her to be there for me and my needs. I chose to shutdown, be quiet and try not to make it any harder on her as to not ask for much, or voice much, or need much.

Years later, in 11/12th grade, I noticed my fingers being really cold and hurting all the time. I noticed them turning purple and the pain was very 'loud'. Humorously enough, I had chosen to be a secretary and typing was a big part of my everyday. I loved it even. Fingers flying across the keyboard with as little mistakes as possible was the goal. I was pretty good at it. While in typing class, I remember putting my hands on my neck to try to warm them and make them feel better. I was naive enough then to think this must be happening to everyone.

Anyway, years went by and nobody was able to tell me why this was happening or what to do to make it better. Then, approximately 4 years later, I remember (what I felt) was little me sitting across from a really big doctor at his really big desk and him telling me I was allergic to myself. Of course, this was him describing to me what auto-immune meant. I had a disease called scleroderma and it could kill me (sometimes in as little as five years) and I would most likely be on medicine and have it for the rest of my life and there was nothing to change it.

Anyway, almost 30 years later, I've had my share of pain and I'm alive. I've had ulcerations on my fingers and I have lost most of my nails on both hands from lack of circulation and producing too much collagen. My hands are somewhat not a pretty sight and to hit something with one of my fingers by accident (well, I refer to the feeling as 'going to the moon).

When I was about 30, I started looking at alternative medicine and I tried anything that came across my path to try to stop the pain. I have tried many normal and not so normal 'ideas'. I sometimes do not believe at what lengths I went to try to ease my pain and suffering!

This is what has brought me here to this point in my life.

I'm grateful to be able to learn so much about myself and life and I wouldn't take it back (well, some days I might want to).

Something was telling me to blog. I really didn't know much about blogging - I am still a novice at best. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I sat at my computer and started typing.

I am surprised at where my blogs have led me. I thought I was trying to help others and that still is a big goal of mine. However, what I am finding out is that this is a great outlet for me.

A way to feel like I'm doing something. I told a friend this morning about my blog and I said that it's draining because I put everything out there and do not hold back as I post each individual blog; its fun because it does give me an outlet and I feel a little purpose in my life; and it's scary because I don't want anyone laughing at me or telling me that I am completely 'off my rocker'!

Coming for the Real You.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

70 Degrees in Jacksonville

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